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his eyebrows lifting as he looked up at me with an unspoken “Is this okay?” I smiled, and he flicked his tongue across my nipple.
    I ran my fingers through his hair as he trailed soft kisses down my abdomen, letting the tip of his tongue run between the grooves of my six-pack. Everywhere his mouth touched—my abs, my sides, the groove between my hip and my thigh—reacted as if it were an erogenous zone, as if merely being touched by Brandon’s mouth made it erogenous.
He ran his hand down my thigh while his lips lingered on my hip. I held my breath, gripping the bed sheets as my body tensed.
    He sat up and looked at me as he trailed his fingertips down the shaft of my cock. It was the lightest, softest touch imaginable, and it nearly brought me up off of the bed.
    “Oh my God,” I whispered, closing my eyes as each slow sweep of his fingers sent electricity up my spine. Every reaction to everything he did, no matter how gentle, was more intense than the last, and I was completely unprepared for the barrage of powerful tremors that shivered through me when his tongue touched the head of my cock.
    I couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move, simply surrendered as he held the base of my cock in one hand and slowly, so fucking slowly , took it into his mouth. He deep-throated me; then he ran his tongue up and down the shaft and around the head before deep-throating me again. This wasn’t a means to an end for him, a step he grudgingly took to get to the real action—he devoured my cock like he’d waited all his life to do it.
    I grasped his hair gently, not pushing him or impeding his movement, just needing to touch him, needing to feel every perfect motion as he sucked me. It was so intense, so overwhelming, that tears welled up in my eyes.
    More than anything, I wanted him to feel the same thing. I’d never gone down on a man, hadn’t the faintest clue if I could even do it, but I needed him to feel what I was feeling.
“Come up here,” I whispered.
    He slowed his motion and looked up at me, still stroking me with one hand. Licking his lips, he didn’t question me but came up to kiss me. I put my arms around him and held him close. Then, holding him against me, I rolled us over so that I was on top.
    He didn’t seem the least bit surprised as he grinned up at me. “Taking charge?”
I shrugged, kissing his neck. “Maybe.” The dusting of stubble on his throat was smooth, as if it hadn’t been long since he’d shaved, but it was still just rough enough to be tantalizingly foreign against my lips. It gradually gave way to the smooth skin above his collarbone as I worked my way down to his chest, circling his nipple with my tongue, just as he had done to me. I glanced up at him for reassurance or guidance, I wasn’t sure which. In spite of the number of times I’d done that for a woman, I somehow expected to do it wrong, to be clumsy and uncertain, but when he closed his eyes and moaned, my doubts evaporated.
Kissing my way down his sides and his abs, I took my time, lingering here and there to savor his moans and the taste of his skin. Every time he tensed and shivered, every time he released an unsteady breath, my cock ached with need for him. The more I turned him on, the more he turned me on. By the time I flicked my tongue across his hipbone and started toward his cock, I was close to coming myself.
Trying to push my doubts and uncertainties aside, I closed my lips around the head of his cock. I was cautious, hesitant, watching and listening to the way he reacted to my every touch. Just as the lightly stubbled skin of his neck had fascinated me, so too did every inch of his cock. I explored it all, marveling at the way the textures of his skin felt different against my lips and tongue. While my lips registered the more pronounced ridges and contours, my tongue found the minute contrast between the smooth shaft and the softer skin of the head. The rhythmic pulsing against my tongue made my mouth water; it was