Myka held Peter tightly. His chest pressed against Peter’s back as he slowly rolled his hips, pushing his thick shaft deeper inside his lover.
Peter panted and leaned his head back, giving Myka access to his throat and shoulder.
Myka kissed along the nape of Peter’s neck, his tongue gliding down the curve of his collar. Then, finally, he stopped at the place that called to him. The area he wanted desperately to sink his teeth into and bite down. He flicked his tongue over that spot, and Peter shuddered.
Myka kissed it softly, sucking lightly on the flesh until there was a lovely redness. He licked it again.
“I had no idea…” he whispered, “what I was losing….”
He ran his tongue over the redness.
“As close as we can be,” he whispered. “But you’re still so far away….”
He sucked on the red patch gently.
Myka groaned as he felt Peter tightening.
“Relax…” he whispered.
“How can I….” Peter said between his panting breaths. “While you do that?”
