Page 54 of Dreams and Reptiles

He held up a hand and reached for me. “Come here,” he rasped. “I need you naked.”

I struggled to get out of my sweaty jeans, boxers, and socks, and then I cleared my throat. “I’m so much sweatier than you. Can we please shower? I don’t want to get your bed gross.”

He lifted a finger and pointed to the bathroom. “You go. I can’t move. I just want to watch you.”

“You want a show? Fine. This time—and only because I’m not done tasting you.”

He pointed again, impatiently, his head lolling on the bed. “Please, Kendall. Please.” His hand flopped onto the bed, and he moaned, rolling onto his side so he could watch me.

“Holy Roman emperors would worship that celestial body,” he said with a groan. “My God.” But that wasn’t all. He was full of appreciation. “You were built by the hands of only the most skilled craftsmen. You give oral like you’ve got a PhD in pleasure. I am the luckiest man alive. Angels weep at the sight of that ass.”

“Oh my God.” My cheeks were on fire with the compliments. “Were you drinking, and I didn’t notice?”

“No way, just drunk on love, Kendall mine. Me. All for me.”

The immaculate shower before me was nearly enough to take my attention away from the man I intended to make love to. It had a bench and showerheads on both ends, as well as jets at various heights. None of that overhead rain shower shit that only served to drown you. The walls were a gorgeous porcelain that looked like the stone labradorite, and the shades of deep blues, greens, and golds swirled together with flecks sparkling under the lights.

“You weren’t kidding about this shower. I might never leave.”

“You have to come back to meeee.” Through the steamy glass, I saw him reaching his arms out. I couldn’t disappoint him. Besides, I wasn’t done worshiping his body.

I attempted to wash quickly, using his sugar scrub body wash. My mouth watered at the sweet fragrance. No wonder he always smelled so good. His shampoo was vanilla bean, I knew he had flavored lip balms, and now sugar scrub? I bet he had yummy-smelling lotion as well.

I was so hungry for him.

I stepped out of the shower onto a soft rug and grabbed a towel off the shelf. Sure enough, there was a bottle of coconut lotion on the counter.

Yum indeed.

Francis was watching me with one eye, his head resting on his arm on the bed. His golden-brown skin and midnight hair against the white duvet cover was an image I never wanted out of my mind.

“You’re the beautiful one,” he said, reaching for me again. “Come be with me.”

I slid onto the bed beneath the covers, but he snatched them away.

“Unless you’re cold, please. I want to look my fill.”

“You’re so tired you only have one eye open.”

He pushed up to a sitting position and ran a hand over my stomach, making me squirm. He tangled his fingers in my chest hair and dragged his nails through the tufts around my navel and lower. “I don’t need my eyes to see. I just need to touch you.”

“I didn’t know… would you prefer if I shaved? I know younger guys⁠—”

He bent down and licked my nipple, staring into my eyes.

“I wouldn’t dream of changing a thing about you, Kendall. Honest.” He leaned farther and took the other nipple between his teeth, nibbling gently. He straightened and straddled my hips. He was half hard again already. “What can I do to make you feel good?”

“You’re already doing it.” I ran a hand down his chest and stomach as he slowly rocked against me. He was fit but not overly defined, his reddish-brown nipples pulled tight from desire. “I want to know what you like.”

“You already made me come, and I told you that I’m a greedy bottom. I love being stretched for a long time before anal. I…” He cleared his throat, and his body stiffened.

I sat up quickly, which startled him.

“What is it? Are you okay?”

He tucked his hair behind his ear and smiled. “I am. I’ll be okay, just… Don’t grab my neck? Please?”

“Baby—”