Lance and I were having a conversation after I got my first nut out of him. I looked at him, as he looked relieved as I laid on his belly, looking up at him as we debated on topics ranging from music to sports, to foreign countries.
"You get a chance to go to Italy, you gotta visit Napoli." I told him, as it's the place of my roots and the mecca of my native cuisine.
"Naples is dirty," he said to me and I jabbed him in his left thigh as I took offense.
He laughed hard and that tickled my soul, as before we met in person, the energy he showed me was dense, and needed release. I barely knew this guy more than three weeks in theory and yet we connected in a way that made me want more time with him not just for sex, but perhaps in friendship. His masculine voice despite his southern, Mid-Atlantic mixed accent enunciated well, and he was charismatic, a change of pace in the men I'd been collectively dealing with the past 10 years, regardless of age.
"You get back to Italy, be sure to hit Rome for me, and maybe, just maybe, if we reconnect, you bring me back some memories, some photos," I told him.
"If we reconnect? Of course we will. No one sucks cock like you do," he told me.
I was flattered, yet insulted at the same time, but who was I kidding in the latter feeling as I truly believed I was made to be the slut-of-the-month. I licked in his navel, and he rubbed his left nipple.
"Let me get that for you," I told him, as I reached up to lay my tongue to the tip, just barely touching it as I knew that's what he liked.
I took a few minutes to focus on the chest ball, while running one hand in his chest hairs, and the other on his cock as he was getting hard again. I then looked up at Lance's handsome face as his eyes were closed, and he bit on his bottom lip while he allowed me to pleasure him again. I then reached up to his face, kissing his left cheek, then his lips as we began to get in the neighborhood of making love, as I needed to feel his tongue against mine.
"So you hold the belt in kissing, too," he said to me.
I snickered, and our lips locked again before our tongues began wrestling, our mouths open as we tried to outdo each other. This guy was filled with passion, and I felt for a minute that we were equal, and that I could retract to a moment of true ecstasy vice the one sided roles. I enjoyed it all, and now that his cock was raging hard again, I was ready for the next escapade.
"Roll over on your stomach," he said to me.
I followed directions and would feel his big, hairy body on top of mine, with him taking to kissing behind my left ear, then running his tongue from there down my spine to the top of my ass crack, as he didn't exactly dive in immediately.
"Fuck yes, Lance," I whimpered as he bit on my fat ass, giving quick nibbles on the cheeks throughout, just taking his time in enjoying my body.
I wiggled side to side as it tickled, then he did what hadn't been done in ages by spreading my ass cheeks to lay his tongue across my rosebud. I gasped, and buried my head into the pillow while Lance licked me up, just taking me into oblivion as he brushed away at my hole's walls. Men ate me out before but never to this magnitude, as Lance even had a certain rhythm that made my hole pulsate.
