Once the door closed, he was on me, knocking me back against it, hands on my face, holding me still so he could give me a mauling kiss that made my knees buckle.
“I want you to take off all your clothes,” he husked between kisses.
“You first,” I said, dropping low so I could throw him over my shoulder and carry him to our bedroom like a caveman.
He was laughing when I dumped him onto the bed, and his topcoat opened and I saw what he was wearing. “You look like an extra from the sixties. What’s with the bell-bottoms, and does that shirt have buttons?” I asked because it was open to his navel.
“It’s supposed to all be sexy,” he said, pouting. “No?”
“I can see a lot of skin, so yes, it’s very sexy,” I assured him, not caring how long it took to get naked with me lying on top of him. I had to be over him, have him under me in our bed. “No wonder the handsome man followed you off the plane.”
“No, Eli, I talked about you from the time I got—”
“I know,” I said and kissed him.
His lips fit mine perfectly, and I forgot what we were talking about when he pushed me onto my side so he could keep kissing me and still take off his clothes.
It took a bit of maneuvering, and something ripped, buttons were lost, but finally all his gorgeous skin was on display and his cock bounced against his thigh. I took him down the back of my throat as I’d learned to do.
Cel loved to watch me suck his cock, and I loved how much he enjoyed it, and making him come apart.
“Eli!” he screamed, and that was good.
When his hands tightened in my hair, I knew he was close, so I sucked harder and slipped two lubed fingers into his hole.
“Eli!” he roared as he came, and I swallowed, and that was even better.
I stayed where I was and licked him clean, sliding my tongue over his still-twitching flesh until the aftershocks subsided. When his flagging cock slipped from between my lips, I stood up next to the bed and looked down at him.
“Where are you—come back.”
I walked around the bed, and he watched me, never taking his eyes off me, as I reached the top of the California king, tossed the pillows aside, threw back the cover, and climbed in. I slid down, reached under the headboard, and grabbed hold.
He rolled over and sat up, staring at me with eyes narrowed to slits. All I saw was a thin line of molten blue.
“You want to know what you taste like?”
Cel nodded slowly.
“Come kiss me and then ride me. I’ve been dreaming of watching you take me inside.”
His body shuddered, his breath caught, his eyes closed and then reopened, but still only barely. When I grinned at him, he swallowed hard and dropped forward on hands and knees and moved up the bed like an animal, fluid and boneless, slipping between my legs until he was over me and I was looking up into pure heat.
“You missed me,” I murmured, shivering with anticipation.
“Yes,” he whispered.
“I missed you back. Don’t leave me again. I’m better when you’re here.”
Cel made a sound, his sound, a sort of purr and growl combined, and I moaned, loving that he could bring out such a primal response in me.
There was lube on the nightstand instead of where it usually was in the drawer, in anticipation of his homecoming. He grabbed it, then bent and kissed me. It was slow and sensual, his tongue slithering over mine, taking complete possession.
There was apopfrom the cap, and then he was stroking my cock, squeezing and pulling, and my eyes, which I hadn’t even realized I’d closed, opened when he broke the kiss. I watched as he leaned back and then lifted over me, my length still in his grip as he notched the head against his entrance.
“Killing me,” I ground out, my voice guttural, ragged in my need.
The smile he gave me was wicked as he slowly sank over me in maddening increments, taking his time, his muscles stretching and clenching around me, so tight, so hot, until I was there, buried deep inside him, his body taking all of me.