Shaw

Kind. Decent. Dominant. Rough.

“Joe leans in to kiss me, and I can’t stop him, and I can’t stop myself. At first he’s a little tentative, lips bouncing lightly against lips. I lower the zip on his top further, and sliding my arm round his body I press him closer, and our tongues are soon working magic. His lips are sweet, rose-pink, and his body is warm and hard against mine. He climbs up to sit on my knee, and at this height we are almost level. His eyes are open as we kiss. Beautiful, blue-grey, taking in and memorising every second. His kisses turn into puppy-licks across my mouth, feather kisses to my eyelids, a duelling of tongues against the inner warmth of his cheeks. His hands have found my nipples, and he begins a slightly clumsy rubbing and pinching. My hands are on his rock-solid arse, and, because it’s the thing I do, I pull my cock from my pants and slap it hard against his flesh.”