Suddenly Sexy

An eBook By Jamie Joy Gatto.

The feelings I have for my new lover frighten me. I am often overwhelmed by the passion I feel, especially when I gaze at him. I love to watch him sleep. Only then can I pierce him with unflinching love. Only then do I dare to focus it, experience it, not shy away from my complete and total adoration of him.

watch him as he lies there on his back, next to me in our bed, eyes gently closed. One strong arm is extended up over his head. His underarm hair is straight and dark, jutting out at odd angles. His skin is eggshell smooth. He is angelic, almost cherubic: lips too full, lashes too long, the face of a Renaissance artist's model. Peeking out from rumpled bed sheets, his nipples lie upon his skin like evening primroses. They spread across polished skin stretched taut, flattened like two pennies we placed as children upon railroad tracks, crushed by freight trains to form smooth, copper ovals. Their beauty beckons me like a blossom. Two garnet roses bloom for me this night. I want to taste them each, nuzzle them, place them between my lips and suckle them like a hungry kitten.

My own lips plump at the thought, and I find myself wanting to spread my mouth over his glorious buds. My lips hover over a perfect, garnet circle. I breathe out. My breath returns hotly on my face. He stirs. I don't want to wake him, but I cannot resist. And when I take his nipple between my lips, I find skin so soft, I can barely feel it in my mouth. Flesh melts between my teeth like air until the bud hardens. I toy with the delicate nubbin, carefully working it in my mouth as if it were a lover's tongue; a French kiss formed from true love is made by my mouth upon his dainty member. He murmurs, a soft sound, but deep and rich with masculine longing.

My cheeks flush, a rush of blood quickens in my groin as I swirl my tongue around his hardened tip. I suckle deep and long. Gathering up the flesh of his aureole between my teeth, I suck it all in, then I drag my teeth along the tender, rubbery tip. I take his flesh more fully into my mouth, then I begin to work it with my teeth and tongue. More than a sigh, but less than a moan, he utters an intonation of sex. My sex is wet, hungry for him. His chest rises and falls under me. I feel his breath quicken, and so does mine.

I pull away. His nipple now wears a full hard-on. I know his cock, too, has risen to the occasion. I can feel it pressing against my naked thigh. Besides, I know he is always easily ready for me. I never have to wrestle for his erotic attentions. This idea, that I am desirable, physically wanted, is so alien, yet so welcome to me. I smile, mouth locked again upon his chest.

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