His lips drag over mine and suckle in slow motion. For a guy who’s perpetually impatient, the man makes kissing an art form. And then I hear it, amidst my own panting whimpers. “Mm. Mm.” Christ, he’s moaning like he does when he eats. The vibrating sounds act like a charming flute’s melody, stirring my cock to life. I want to lay down on this counter and be his next meal, but an inconvenient sense of duty tells me I’m taking liberties.
