Innocent - Roe Horvat Page 0,20

He wanted…things. And his body just… Only yesterday, he’d been still pure. He wasn’t supposed to yearn like this. He wasn’t supposed to leak.

Understanding dawned on Zana’s face. “Don’t be ashamed, Navid.” He caressed Navid’s sides. “The proof of your desire excites me like nothing else.”

He skimmed his hand over Navid’s ass cheek, and his fingers dove into Navid’s crease again.

“Spread your legs a little. I want to feel it.”

When Zana circled the wet pucker, Navid gasped. Was it from the touch or the way Zana was looking at him? With infinite gentleness. And passion. So much passion. Heavens! Two fingers massaged Navid’s hidden skin around the place where he was now open. And Zana must have felt it. Navid’s hole gaped, empty, and those fingers were so close. “I’ve never tasted anything as delicious as the sweet nectar from your body when you’re craving me. Will you let me drink it again?” Zana’s voice was low and deep, hypnotizing. Navid could only nod.

“Kneel on the bed.”

His husband’s commands were so easy to follow. Navid knelt, and Zana made him bend forward until he was on all fours. He felt exposed and vulnerable, but he forced himself to relax. Zana wanted him like this. He closed his eyes, and the soft rustle of fabric reached his ears. Was Zana undressing as well?

Warm palms brushed his ass cheeks, and a sole finger ran over his opening. Never in his life had he been so loose and slick inside. The memory of Zana’s tongue, the promise of feeling it again, the throbbing sensation in his abused nipples…

“I love that you’re wet and open for me.”

For a second, Navid tensed. Zana’s words sounded so dirty. But then he forgot about everything. He was in paradise. Zana’s tongue licked over his drooling opening, lapping up the slick, and Navid moaned from deep within. The skin around his hole seemed to throb, sending waves of raw delight into his body. When the soft but thick muscle dove inside him, Navid cried out with joy. There was nothing like it. No, this couldn’t be wrong.

Tingles engulfed his lower body, and he lost himself. He didn’t know how long it took; he only knew he couldn’t get enough and wanted to kneel for Zana and have him kiss his opening for the whole night. Zana cupped the head of his shaft, and Navid came, over and over, filling Zana’s palm with his seed. Only when his hole stopped pulsating did Zana press one last kiss on it and straighten.

Cool air drifted over Navid’s damp skin. His limbs felt heavy with satisfaction. What now? He’d received so much pleasure from Zana, yet he’d barely given any back. He turned on his side and looked up.

Zana stood by the bed and stroked his long thick cock slowly, his intense gaze roaming over Navid’s body. The glistening liquid he was smearing all over his stiff shaft was Navid’s cum. For some reason, the realization made Navid’s insides contract almost painfully. When his core muscles relaxed again, he felt empty. Hungry.

Be honest.

“I want to please you,” he said. “I want to taste you too.”

Zana’s mouth fell open on a gasp. In a sudden rush of bravery, Navid sat up on the edge of the bed and grabbed Zana’s hip. He knew how to do it—Zana had shown it to him last night, hadn’t he? Navid had been told he should do it for his husband. He just hadn’t thought he’d genuinely want to and that it would arouse him this much. Even the prospect of tasting Zana’s seed excited him.

Carefully he tugged, and Zana stepped closer, still holding his erection in his hand. Navid kept staring into his eyes and parted his lips, guiding Zana’s slick cock into his mouth. He tasted his own release and underneath it salt and exotic spices. Zana’s eyes turned black like the night.

Navid bobbed his head experimentally, dragging his tongue along the underside. He swallowed and did it again. Zana cupped his face, his expression a mixture of awe and lust, and Navid couldn’t look away. Zana smeared some of the cum over Navid’s jaw, but Navid didn’t care. He sucked and licked, watching every emotion displayed on Zana’s face.

He’d never felt so powerful.

He gripped Zana’s hips with both hands and sped up, letting Zana’s moans guide him.

“Navid, my love…” Zana’s eyelids drooped. Groaning, he refocused on Navid. “My treasure. You’re so beautiful.”

The thick hardness in his mouth nudged the back of his throat, and