Duet in Blood by J. P. Bowie Page A

cab there.”
    “Sounds great,” I said. I pulled him closer. “Now, what would you like first? A drink or me?”
    He took my hand and placed it on his crotch. “What do you think I would like first?” he asked, teasing my lips with the tip of his tongue. I shivered with delight as I felt the hard, long shape of his erection straining against his fly.
    “Okay.” I was suddenly not at all thirsty—not for a beer, anyway.
    It was so neat having him here in my apartment. It felt right somehow—just the two of us holding each other in the middle of my living room, the stereo playing softly in the background, the candles I’d lit giving the room a shimmering, romantic feel, and the greatest thing of all, Joseph’s soft, warm lips on mine.
    I loved the way he kissed, the way he would start so slow and sensual, breathing softly into my mouth, the tip of his tongue tracing the outline of my lips before pushing its way inside where it would glide across mine, sending little electric tingles all through me. My knees grew weak from the sensations he created in me.
    I collapsed against his chest with a groan. “Joseph, where did you learn to kiss like that?”
    “You bring me inspiration,” he whispered on my lips, kissing me again and again.
    Together, we sank onto the couch, Joseph on top of me, lying between my legs, which I curled around his torso holding him tight against me. He opened my shirt and began tonguing my nipples.
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    “Mmm,” I murmured, stroking his short dark hair. “Feels nice…”
    I pushed his shirt from his shoulders so I could feel the silky smoothness of his skin. I liked that we were going slower than usual. Sometimes, when we were together, we went at it so frantically, it seemed over too quickly—in a heated rush, just like the song said. This was nice. His lips gentle yet sensuous, covered my chest with tender kisses and nibbles, his fingers stroked my face, running through my hair and tugging gently as he raised his head from my chest to kiss my lips.
    “Micah…” The sweetness of his breath as he whispered into my mouth made me reel.
    His tongue slipped past my parted lips, delivering an electric jolt to my senses. What was it about him that made every touch, every caress he gave me feel like so much more? Was it because he was the most beautiful man I had ever been this close to—ever seen, for that matter? Or was it the innate goodness I intuitively felt deep within him that enhanced our most intimate moments together? I could have gazed at his face forever, lain in his arms, revelling in the vibrant strong flesh that enclosed me, until the end of days—and never tired of it. I was his, for as long as he wanted me to be.
    “Micah,” he whispered again, the thrilling touch of his lips on my skin making me want to get lost in his arms, to melt into him, to be a part of him. He moved over me, sensually stripping us both of our clothes. He lowered his head to my crotch and took the tip of my cock between his lips. His tongue moved languidly around the head, teasing me with delicate caresses. I arched my pelvis upward, but he grasped the base of my cock in his hand, and continued his slow, deliberate, gentle torment until I thought I would scream. Just when I thought I couldn’t stand another second of this ecstasy, he pulled his hand away, and his lips slid down the length of my erection, bringing all of me into the heat of his mouth.
    “Joseph,” I whimpered, feeling my control slip away. His hands cupped my butt, and he lifted me up, driving my cock down his throat. My orgasm came from so deep inside me, and with such intensity, it was almost painful. I grabbed his head, holding onto him as my body bucked and jumped under him, and my semen filled his mouth. I fell back on the couch, panting, my body slick with sweat. I reached for him, pulled him into my arms and held him tight against my trembling body.
    Never had I been more in love.
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