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We stumbled into my cabin, our lips locked in desperate need.
Along the way to my bedroom, we sent a framed picture crashing here, a toppled table there, but finally made it to the ground floor sleeping area.
I didn’t bother to give Case a quick tour of the place — it was a log cabin much like any other in this village. And it didn’t seem like Case cared about any of it either.
All he cared about was this moment of sensual connection. I could tell by the way our eyes hadn’t left one another from the moment we’d entered the privacy of my place.
And if I had doubts about whether Case was willing to take the next step and go from kissing me to sleeping with me, his flushed eager face set all my doubts to rest.
I grabbed fistfuls of Case’s shirt, bringing him in tight against my body as we kissed each other, haphazardly making our way across my room.
Finally, we made it to my bed. And as soon as I released his shirt, Case lifted it up over his head. The fabric now tossed aside, I took in the toned abs and firm pecs of his muscular body.
And at the sight of it, I couldn’t wait to taste every single inch of it.
I wasted no time. I wanted this man, wanted to make him feel all of the pleasure I knew I could elicit from him with just my touch.
Quickly tugging my own shirt up over my head, I shoved Case back towards the bed until he collapsed onto its squeaky mattress. I followed closely after, slowly pushing him back flat, as I made quick work of unzipping his jeans.
Case soon lay prone on my bed, need coloring his every moan, when I gently tugged his cock from his briefs.
With slow languid strokes, I rubbed my palm up and down Case’s rock hard shaft. It felt so firm in my hand, and I reveled in how my soft squeeze elicited a touch of pre-cum to leak out of its bulbous tip.
Case let loose a long languid hiss when I slowly gave his dick a couple of strokes.
But, I didn’t want to give him a quick hand job. I wanted to make him feel so much more than that. So, I released his manhood from my grip.
Case let out a strangled groan, not bothering to hide his disappointment. “Don’t stop, keep going,” he pleaded with me.
I loved making him beg.
Shifting my attention from his dick to his chest, I propped myself up over his body, as I trailed down Case’s naked torso with my lips.
Once my trail of kisses neared his cock — the purpled head of it just centimeters from my mouth — Case begged again. “Put it in your mouth,” Case bucked his hips, but I moved my head back enough to keep his dick a hairs-breadth away from my lips.
I stared up along the length of Case’s body, our eyes locked intensely. “Beg me,” I said. And each time Case tried to buck his dick into my mouth, I made sure to keep my lips just a little away from his cock-head.
“Please, I’m begging you,” Case pleaded, “I need you to suck my dick.”
And so I did.