He lay in bed, looking ever so youthful as the moonlight captured his stunning face, displaying it like a priceless work of art. His jet-black spiky hair that was never messy, no matter how hard the wind blew, stuck out at odd angles where he had lain his head. His sharp high cheekbones, together with his angular jawline, framed his finely drawn sensitive face. It was as though his face was a work of art that was drawn by an artist. His aristocratic nose and soft sensual lips completed his face as I stared into Zul's face. His chest rose and fell as he steadily breathed and I could hear his light rhythm.
I could see that he was topless and he looked serene in his sleep; I guess everyone did. In that moment, I realized how much I had missed him ever since he left for his trip. I felt a burst of energy within me, filling my body with lust. I climbed onto bed and lay behind him.
I started nuzzling my face against his neck and kissed his neck softly with my lips, sucking on them as I ran my hand down his abdominal muscles, feeling every contour and savoring every sensation. He stirred under me and sighed with pleasure. I felt the pain in my groin build up as I nibbled his ear and he startled awake.
What...?" he asked groggily. "Hey..." he protested.
"Come now, I missed you," I whispered and licked his neck.
"Ooh, yes, I missed you too, kid... Aahh..." he sighed as he recognized my voice.
He turned to look at me and I gazed into those mismatched yellow-gold eyes that were filled with maturity mixed with a little mischief. He held my face with his hands as I planted a kiss on his lips and we danced our first dance of the night. We mated and I made him chase after me in my own mouth. My tongue slid away from his, evading his capture, while at the same time exploring his own mouth. I tasted the aftertaste of aniseed in his mouth and realized he had been drinking absinthe earlier. I did not blame him; he must be very tired.
His soft and slippery tongue caught up with my tempo and our tongues curled with one another as we kissed hungrily. I found myself forcing my tongue into his mouth and he welcomed me with open arms. I bit and pulled his lower lip as we parted and he smiled.
I kissed his neck and worked my way downwards. I kissed his nipples and sucked on them, making them grow hard and erect as I flicked over them with my swift tongue. I continued my way down while he helped me out of my trench coat. I kissed his abdominal muscles, each one, as I felt each of them run over my soft lips, feeling each contour gracefully slide by my lips.
I went further down and realized he was wearing his special Armani boxers. I took them off and my mouth salivated at the sight of his cock. It had a grand length of ten inches and never failed to impress me. I took the entire length into my mouth, feeling it touch the back of my throat as I fought my natural gag reflex. I licked it with my tongue first to moisten it and began sucking on it.
I could feel him grow harder and more erect within my mouth as he sighed with pleasure. "Ahh... Keep... Going...," he panted as he ran a hand through my hair.
