Innocent - Roe Horvat Page 0,12

Navid’s nipple.

“Just say the word, and I’ll stop.”

Navid brushed Zana’s hair, then dove into the short strands, stroking timidly.

Zana caught the nipple between his lips, making Navid shiver. Closing his eyes, he licked the sweet nub, then suckled. Navid arched from the bed, a long moan tearing out of his throat, but then he caught himself. With the next suck on his sensitive skin, he remained quiet. Zana lifted his head.

“Darling.” Navid met his gaze with his wide needy eyes, lips cherry red from how he’d bitten on them. He looked debauched already, and it suited him fiercely. “Let me hear you.”

When Zana sucked the nipple back into his mouth, Navid cried out with unabashed delight. Zana found the other sweet jewel with his fingers. Soon, Navid was writhing with arousal while Zana teased his nipples until they were hard like diamonds.

The bunched-up robe now only covered Navid’s hips, and Zana took his time worshiping the flat belly. With his lips on Navid’s abdomen, he unwrapped the fabric and let it slide on the sheets. Navid lay naked, the tip of his erection brushing Zana’s chin, leaving a wet mark there.

Zana didn’t take the time to look—he didn’t want Navid to get nervous again. He simply parted his lips and caught the straining hardness into his mouth. It was surprisingly long for an omega’s cock, and the taste made Zana’s balls draw up. No, he’d never need another man in his bed ever again. He sucked fast and tight, taking Navid’s erection to the hilt, ravenous for his virgin cum. He didn’t have to wait long. Navid let out a guttural groan, and his shaft throbbed against Zana’s tongue. Zana grabbed Navid’s ass cheeks and swallowed around the cockhead lurching in his throat. He didn’t waste a single drop. He slid up, savoring the glide of his lips up the length, and he licked the small slit. Navid’s cock didn’t soften at all after his release. An eighteen-year-old man’s body. Once Navid realized what amounts of pleasure he could receive, he’d be insatiable.

Zana kissed up Navid’s chest and found his mouth again. Navid’s lips were open and pliant. He lifted his hands and stroked Zana’s neck and shoulders, and Zana roped his arms around him. His erection pressed against Navid’s upper thigh through the silk. Navid gasped into Zana’s mouth at the contact, but Zana wouldn’t let him worry about it.

“How do you feel, love?” he asked, looking into Navid’s bottomless eyes.

Navid only stared back at first, his expression that of a drunk man.

“I’m… I don’t…” He licked his lips and blinked. “I had no idea it could be like this.”

“What?”

“Being touched.”

“You like it?”

Navid nodded. Oh, and that blush again.

Zana grinned and whispered into Navid’s ear, “I’ll bring you more pleasure. Night after night. Do you want that?”

“Yes.”

Zana caught Navid’s cock in his hand and caressed it while kissing down Navid’s throat and chest until he found his nipples again. He brought Navid to completion like that, sucking on his nipples and stroking him, and then he lapped up the drops of cum on his stomach. By that point, Navid’s body was limp, his eyelids were drooping, and he licked his swollen lips.

“But what about you?” he asked haltingly.

Looking at Navid’s satisfied expression, Zana fisted his own erection. Navid kept staring into his eyes, still drunk with desire, and Zana stroked himself, memorizing his husband’s stunning features.

“You’re the most beautiful being I’ve ever seen.” Arousal gathered in his balls. Seeing Navid naked and feeling him come had been the most erotic experience of his life. No other man could ever compare to his sweet husband. “I’m in love with your scent, your taste…”

Navid bumped his fingers to his, then covered his hand and shyly brushed over his cockhead.

Zana’s self-control broke.

“Oh please, my darling, touch me,” he pleaded breathlessly.

The awkward grip of Navid’s trembling hand was far more satisfying than any expert blow job he’d ever gotten from any of his many casual boyfriends in Europe and the States. Soon, Navid’s fist was sliding up and down his shaft in a simple movement every man had mastered early in his life, and Zana’s hands were free to cup his husband’s face. Navid’s expression was awed, as if he couldn’t believe what he was doing.

“You’re perfect,” Zana whispered. Their noses brushed against each other, and their breaths mingled. Navid got bolder, stroking harder, tightening his grip, and the honest excitement in his expression was enough for Zana.

His hips jerking, he fucked into