me, his callused fingers traveling over my shoulder, bicep, across the sensitive skin of my inner elbow, then down to my wrist. My nerves were hypersensitive, his touch sparking across my skin, despite how gentle it was. I let him guide the kiss, and I couldn’t do much more than part my lips and let him take what he wanted.
“It’s been a long time since I’ve been with anyone,” Priest said again. Then he began to travel down my body, kissing down my chest the same way I’d done to him. He moved his hands, too, restlessly touching whatever skin he could reach. But when I reached for him, he caught my wrists and pressed my hands into the mattress. The subtle show of dominance made my head spin. And I was happy to let him take control. “God, your body is amazing.”
My face heated at the praise, but not in a bad way. I squirmed a little under his touch, and Priest immediately grabbed my hips hard, stilling me. Shit. God, it felt good to be pinned like this. It’d been a long time since a man had touched me like this, too.
Priest mouthed wet, lingering kisses over my pecs, abs, then down to my hips. My cock throbbed as his lips moved closer to the hard curve of my cock, and it drooled precum onto my belly in anticipation. I curled my hands in the sheets. He was right there, his mouth hovering over my cock, close enough that his warm breath washed over my skin, and my abs flexed with the struggle to stay still. All I wanted to do was to thrust up and drive my cock in between his lips.
But he wasn’t having it. Instead, he kept moving down. He slid his hands from my hips to my thighs and dug his fingers hard into the muscle. It hurt in the most delicious way, the way a good massage hurts, and I groaned as pleasure ran through me. Priest dropped kisses on my inner thighs, too, kisses with a sharp edge of teeth. I hissed at the pinprick of pain—that only made it feel better. I wondered if it would leave marks. The thought of waking up to mouth-shaped hickeys on my thighs was nearly enough to push me over the edge.
Priest slid off the foot of the bed, then knelt so he could drag his hands over my calves, ankles, ending with kisses right on top of my bare feet. God, it was dizzying, the sheer amount of attention he was paying me. Like he wanted to know every inch of my body. I was so fucking turned on—I’d never felt this wound up, this teased.
I was used to being the one in control, and I was used to quick fucks. When I hooked up with guys, it was for one purpose—orgasm. I never fucked like this. Slow, and lazy, and doting. With strangers, I wasn’t comfortable feeling this vulnerable. But with Priest, it was natural—and overwhelming. And so fucking good.
Then, finally, Priest worked his way back up my body. He crawled back onto the bed and slid his hands up my body from my calves all the way to the curve of my waist, and then he lay down at my side and guided my face to his for another kiss. This time the kiss was deep and messy; Priest seemed just as affected by the slow pace as I was. It was like we were drunk on it, gasping into each other’s mouths as our tongues moved languidly.
“Come on,” I managed to groan between kisses. “Please.”
“Please what?” Priest teased.
“Touch me, you bastard,” I said. I was really about to lose it—my cock was throbbing, desperate for sensation. It wasn’t going to take much, but I needed Priest’s hand on me. And I wasn’t too shy to beg. Maybe with someone else I would’ve been, but not with Priest.
“Since you asked so nicely,” Priest said. Then he finally, finally touched me where I wanted it most.
He didn’t grip the base of my cock hard like he had before. Instead, he pressed the palm of his hand to my cock, pinning my hard length between his palm and my abs. The pressure made my world narrow to that sensation, the buildup making the pleasure nearly overwhelming. I groaned, breaking the kiss to throw my head back against the pillow, and Priest mouthed kisses at my jawline instead.