Page 75 of Enchanted

My dick released a burst of precum at the thought. It wasn’t his cock, but it was still part of him. I could settle for that. “Fuck yes. Please. Please, Rami.”

“You don’t have to beg.” He moved so he was facing me, then slid down the wall until he was seated on the floor. His mouth was mere inches from my cock. “But I do love to hear the words on your pretty lips.”

Without saying anything else, Rami parted his lips and took me between them. I sucked in a breath, my hands flying up to brace myself against the wall. I wasn’t sure what words left my mouth, but I suspected it was a garbled mixture of ‘thank fuck,’ ‘please, oh please,’ and ‘just like that.’

Judging by the grunts and hums emanating from Rami, he approved. His eyes were closed as he suckled at the head of my cock, laving his tongue under the foreskin until my knees were shaking.

Then he opened his eyes.

And took me all the way to the root.

The cry that left my lips was incoherent. I didn’t look away from his hungry eyes as he deep throated me like it was nothing. Heat began to crackle at the base of my spine. “Not yet. I need more. Please. Please.”

Rami seemed to know exactly what I was referring to. His slicked-up hand, which he’d been smartly holding out of the spray, immediately moved to my cheeks. He found my hole, already slack thanks to his earlier ministrations, and slid a finger inside.

My eyes rolled back in my head as sparks fired. “More. Please, Rami.”

He growled around my cock, sucking harder as he pushed his finger deeper. He twisted it and found the tiny bundle of nerves with unerring precision.

My orgasm was threatening to overwhelm me, but I held off. There was something else I wanted. No, needed.

Usually, I was quiet in bed. I’d learned not to bother asking for what I wanted, to just be grateful for whatever I got.

One night with Rami had me breaking free of those beliefs.

“Touch yourself,” I begged breathlessly, water dripping from my hair as I stared down at him. “Wanna see you come.”

Rami’s eyes darkened as he wrapped his free hand around himself. I watched him fuck his fist. There was nothing slow or tentative about it, just a brutal rush to join me at the finish line.

“Oh fuck,” I gasped as he tapped against my prostate again. “I’m going to come.”

Rami didn’t pull off. If anything, he took me deeper, sucking harder, like he was desperate to taste me. To devour me.

My orgasm slammed through me with the force of a category five hurricane. I cried out Rami’s name as my hips stuttered, filling his throat with my seed.

A low groan rumbled around my cock as white jets cascaded up Rami’s chest, almost hitting his chin. He continued to suck on me as shiver after shiver went through him.

The whole time, we didn’t look away from each other. The simple connection added another layer to what we’d shared. It wasn’t just sexy and hot as fuck.

It was romantic.

At that realisation, I cleared my throat and gave a weak laugh. “You were right. That mouth of yours is trouble.”

He finally pulled off my softening cock with a chuckle. “Trouble or Heaven.”

“You weren’t wrong there.”

I tensed as Rami got to his feet, worried we’d crossed a line. That he’d suddenly expect more from me.

But he just grinned, reaching around me to flick the shower off. “How about we go stargaze until we can’t keep our eyes open?”

Relief had my shoulders sagging. “That sounds perfect.”

My mouth watered the next morning as the scent of freshly brewed coffee and bacon lured me down the stairs. I stepped into the kitchen to find Rami at the stove, flipping a slice of bacon with a spatula. Music played at a low volume on the radio, and Rami sang along quietly as he slid the bacon onto a plate before cracking an egg into the pan.

I leaned against the doorframe, watching him with a soft smile. Was it really just yesterday that I’d woken up in the house I shared with Dave? That I’d walked downstairs to a silent, empty kitchen? I’d skipped breakfast then. The fridge had been bare as Dave hadn’t gone shopping like he’d promised he would. The only clue that he’d been there at all was the stack of dishes by the sink and his golf clubs missing from under the stairs.

Waking up today couldn’t be more different. Sure, I’d woken up alone, but that had been my decision. After snuggling up beside Rami and gazing at the stars until my eyes were burning with the effort of keeping them open, I’d known I needed to draw a line. Sleeping in different beds had seemed like a sensible place to do it.