“Nathaniel, I—” he gasps, “I won’t last long if you keep doing that.”

I don’t stop. I want him to come for me. We have all night and this is just the beginning. I massage his balls, spit trickling down past his sack. I trail it with my fingers, lightly circling his rim.

“Oh fuck, oh fuck,” he chants. His hands are in my hair, trembling. His breathing scatters—he’s unraveling and I’m loving it.

“That’s my baby. Come for me,” I breathe, popping my mouth off his dick. I return to sucking, now more urgently, while twirling my finger around his hole.

“Nathaniel,” he moans. His back arches off the bed. I grip the base of his dick just as warm spurts of cum hit my tongue. I swallow each pump, loving the way his body jerks.

“That’s it,” I hum, kissing up and down his shaft. I don’t remove my fingers from his ass.

“Mmmm,” he moans, dazed.

“Where’s your lube?” I whisper.

“Nightstand. On the right,” he mutters. I don’t waste time. I jump off the bed, open the drawer, and find the Astroglide among keychains, coins, a watch, and his passport. I smile at the sight of it. I hope the next time he travels, it’s with me.

Popping off the cap, I squirt some onto my fingers and set the bottle beside us.

I lie down next to him. “God, you’re beautiful,” I say, watching his face. His eyes open, and he smiles softly. He places a hand on my chest, rubbing my nipple with his thumb.

“I love the way you look at me,” he breathes, dragging his tongue across his bottom lip.

“I love looking at you,” I smile, then glance at his dick. “Are you ready for another one?”

“Yes please,” he begs.

Fuck. I nearly come from just those two words.

“You’re killing me,” I moan, dropping my head to his. I reach between his legs and spread his thighs wider.

“Breathe for me,” I whisper. My lubed finger circles his rim again and slowly presses in, meeting that first tight ring of muscle.

“Fuck,” he winces, tensing.

“Show me how well you’ve been practicing.” God, that’s so hot he’s been doing that. Just thinking about him alone, pressing into himself, drives me nuts. “Open up for me, baby.” I kiss his forehead.

He hesitates. His brow furrows. But then he exhales, relaxing just enough. I press deeper. He tenses again, gripping my shoulders.

“You’re doing great, baby. Keep relaxing for me,” I whisper.

“You think I’m doing a good job?” he asks, eyes glistening. That look—he wants to hear it and I’ll never get tired of telling him.

“You’re doing amazing. Look at how well you’re taking my finger,” I say, sliding it out, then back in.

His chest rises and falls rapidly. He spreads his legs further, placing his feet flat on the bed.

“That’s it. There you go.” I ease in further. Perfect,. He’s taking me much easier now. It’s so much easier with lube than the spit we were going with in the hotel.