Inside the cottage’s bedroom where we would spend the night together, we kissed, and I dragged my tongue over both of his naked and pert n*****s. I dared not place the protruding and fleshy-hard things between my teeth for fear of biting them and drawing his blood.
We undressed, hard between our legs, heaving for breath. We kissed again, unable to prevent our bodies from coming together, hunger obvious. Longing. Passion. The creation of relentless and spirited emotion of two men in love.
My hands rolled down to his center and palms collapsed around his uncut d**k. They jostled its excess skin up and down. The unprompted action caused him to growl like an angry animal, a sound that told me exactly what he had wanted and desired from me.
I pushed him to his knees and steered my throbbing
