He tells me to go gently, that it's been a while since he's bottomed. I ask him how it feels and he answers with a sharp intake of breath. The image of me sliding in and out of him is almost too much.
The way it started off was hot. No pretenses. We barely said two words to each other as I entered his apartment. He'd been waiting for me and it was late and we were horny. I got into his bed, wearing just my boxers and a tank. He climbed on top of me and I felt his hard on. Immediately, he kissed my neck, sending delicious shivers down my spine. "Is this alright?" he asked, looking into my eyes, his lips barely inches from mine, and I nodded. There were brief yet teasing kisses on my lips. He pulled on my bottom lip with his teeth, and kissed his way from my chin to my chest. "You kept me waiting for so long," he whispered right before taking my right nipple into his mouth, sucking and biting. I may have attempted to say something then. My lips may have moved and something unintelligible uttered.
Much later, after I'd made us switch positions and situated him on top of me, he came. Loudly. Looking up, I caught him staring down at me. "You prefer topping, don't you?" he asked. "With you I do." I said and a sly smile lifted the corners of his mouth.