I only got to the O in “come,” written carefully along the underside of his shaft, before he groaned and lifted his hips. My chin brushed the tip as I carefully spelled the next word, “You.” It took Neil two tries, but he guessed it and swallowed thickly as I hovered my mouth over his penis. It was difficult work avoiding his cock fully erect, it reached to just above his navel. Tugging his boxers down his thighs, I drew the next word on his stomach, swirling my tongue through the narrow line of hair that bisected it. “Make.” He sounded a little breathless now. I lay between his legs and lazily stroked the next word onto his inner thigh. “Me,” he guessed, and I nodded my affirmation as I slid down, dragging my hair over his stomach. I tugged his boxers down just a little, and started the next word on his belly, just above his groin. “Very good,” I murmured, switching to the other side. His breathing sped up a little as I finished the word, and he said, “Let.”
Starting at his hipbone, I carefully traced a letter “L” across Neil’s flesh with my tongue. It might as well have been nine more years, the way I wanted him. When I straddled his thighs and leaned to press my mouth to the side of his torso, the hard ridge of his erection pressed into my belly. I scooted down his body with a knee on either side of him. “I think I understand the rules.” He smirked up at me. I want to draw words on you, and you have to guess what they say.” Sitting up straight, I trailed a finger over his chest. “That I have not.” He sounded less than thrilled, but he was still going along with it.
“I bet you’ve never been tied up in here, though.” That brought his mortality uncomfortably to mind, and I ignored the comment. I sank my fingers in his hair and tugged his head down to the bed. “Do I detect just a hint of jealousy?” he murmured against me. “I guess.” I gasped as his tongue found my hard nipple and circled it through the silk.
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