Innocent - Roe Horvat Page 0,19

a hand, and Navid followed him through the cabin to a door in the back.

The bedroom was large and luxurious. A wide sofa of beige leather stood to the left, next to it a low glass coffee table. A plush white carpet covered the floor, and a massive bed with a pile of white and beige pillows dominated the space.

Not knowing what to do, Navid stood, looking around. Zana turned to him and hugged him. Breathing in his husband’s scent, Navid relaxed. His mind emptied. He didn’t have to know what to do. Zana would guide him.

“There’s a bathroom right there. I told the staff to leave a robe for you if you want to wear something more comfortable.”

When Zana released him from his embrace, Navid closed himself in the small bathroom. He used the toilet, brushed his teeth, and showered, paying extra attention to his groin and behind. Then he folded the clothes he’d worn on his first day as a married man and tied the dark gray silk robe around his waist. Carrying his clothes under his arm, he exited the bathroom.

Zana stood from the sofa where he’d been waiting. He took the small pile of clothes from Navid and placed them on the edge of the coffee table.

“Make yourself comfortable. I’ll be right back.”

Comfortable? Navid paced around the room, unable to sit still, while Zana took his turn in the bathroom. When the bathroom door opened a few minutes later, he jolted.

Zana appeared in low-hanging black pajama pants.

And he was magnificent. Tall and powerful, the wiry muscles in his torso gliding, he approached Navid. Navid stood frozen until Zana’s hands slid around his waist and up his back.

“There’s fire in your eyes,” Zana said. Navid shivered at the breath caressing his temple. “The same fire I saw when I kissed you. What were you thinking of?”

“I thought of you,” Navid replied truthfully.

“What about me?”

“Your touches… Last night.”

Zana slowly untied the sling, opening Navid’s robe. He kissed Navid’s neck, just underneath his ear, and the spot tingled. Then he licked Navid’s collarbone.

“You like it when I touch you?”

“Yes.” How could he doubt it?

“What did you like the most?”

Navid couldn’t make himself say it. Zana kissed his bare shoulders as the robe fell to the floor. He sat on the edge of the bed and tugged Navid between his thighs. Navid bit his lip. He was naked in front of his husband, his cock straining toward him. So blatant. But Zana ignored it. Instead, he brushed his lips over Navid’s left nipple, which pebbled under the touch. A needy ache blossomed around it. Keeping their gazes locked, Zana kissed the tiny nub, then swiped the tip of his tongue over it. Tingles spread from the bundle of nerves, and Navid gasped.

“You liked it when I kissed your nipples?”

“Yes,” Navid admitted. But he’d enjoyed everything Zana had done last night. Every caress and every kiss.

Zana sucked his nipple into his mouth, pulling it in deep while stroking the tip with his tongue. Electric sensations tore through Navid’s body. Navid carded his fingers through Zana’s hair and held Zana’s head to his chest. Please don’t stop. Please.

As if Zana could hear his pleas, he suckled for a long minute, then caught the sensitized skin between his fingers, rolling it. He drew the other nipple into his mouth, and Navid groaned from the double stimulation, which shot down to his groin.

With his eyes closed, Zana kept making love to his nipples, and they grew more and more sensitive until they seemed to pulse in time with Navid’s heartbeat. It felt so good yet not enough, and Navid wanted to writhe and beg. His untouched cock curved upward, aching. Warmth pooled in his lower belly, his stomach loosened, and a strange sensation low in his gut had him whimpering. Deep inside him, a yearning built, tendrils of tentative joy swirling around. Navid’s eyes fell shut, and the wet heat around his nipples grew even more intense, sending currents of electricity into his balls.

A gush of slick escaped out of his hole. Shocked, he clenched, trying to keep it in, but he couldn’t. It trickled down his taint just as Zana’s fingers brushed through his crease and slid into the wetness. Navid cringed with embarrassment. He moved to pull away, but Zana gripped him by his waist.

“What is it?”

What must he think of me?

“Look at me, Navid.”

Navid obeyed. Zana’s eyes burned, and his lips were red and glistening. What was Navid supposed to say?