You are my world

Will

It's surreal. I feel like I'm going to explode with feelings. He has always been so closed off, not one to show his feelings, although, I have heard from him, his mother, and several people who have known him for a long time, that Nate is not the type of guy who is into romance. So, I come to the conclusion that his feeling for me is different from what he has felt for other people, and hearing him say that he loves me makes me feel too special. He looks at me in an uncomfortable way, while my gaze is lost in thought.

— Aren't you going to tell me anything, Bunny? I mean, don't feel obligated to tell me that you love me, just because I told you, I guess I was too hasty, but it's just that since our first time I realized that we weren't just having sex, and when I'm with you, I feel light, happy...

I look intensely at him, bring my hand to his face and caress it.

— I've never loved anyone before, but what I feel for you is special, it's stronger than passion, desire, and it blows me away, and it's just too good. So if this is love, I think I'm in love with you too!

He smiles, caresses my face, and my hair. He brings his face closer to mine, and looks from one side of the beach to the other, and lightly touches my lips with a kiss.

[...]

As soon as I close the door, I take off my shirt, and he does the same with his, then hugs me around the waist and kisses my mouth as if he were hungry. I grab his hair, and he slowly leads me to the bed, stops, looks at me with a smile on his lips, and pushes me under the bed. I smile and ask.

— What is it, Thirasak?

He lies down on top of me, still smiling.

— It's not Thirasak, it's your Pussycat who is crazy with desire for you! — he says, and then slowly runs his tongue over my lips, leaving me breathless. Nate, don't do that... It should be a crime!

I take his mouth desperately. Our tongues meet, and I feel his hand caressing my breast, while mine pull at his hair, and I don't think he needs to do much for me to be rock hard, ready for whatever he wants. He stops the kiss, and I open my eyes. We exchange glances, as my boyfriend directs his mouth to my nipples, slowly running the tip of his tongue delicately over each one, and making me moan.

After torturing me using only the tip of his tongue, he stops and looks at me intensely. He bites his lip, looks at me with a look of desire, smiles, and starts kissing my chest once more, and each part he kisses makes me harder, and thinking it's too little, he runs his tongue over my abdomen. He stops, looks at me as if I were something very juicy, and runs his hand down to the zipper of my shorts, opens it, I stand up, he crouches down and pulls it down helping me to take it off, and throws it on the floor. He bites his lip again, gets up and brings his hand to my cock, strokes it lightly under the fabric of the panties, and continues kissing my chest. She stops the kiss.

His gaze turns to my cock, hard waiting for him, he moves closer and his hand lightly touches it, and I go wild, longing for his mouth touching it. I moan, just at his touch. He brings his mouth closer to my ear.

— What do you want, love? Say what you want!

As he asks, he keeps touching my cock, and I can't speak, only moan. He kisses me lightly on the mouth, and then asks me.

— Do you want me to suck you off?

— I want to!

[...]

He is relaxed, broken with pleasure. I lie down next to him and wipe my mouth. He looks up at me with a satisfied smile on his lips.

— Did I ever tell you that I was afraid to look at you? Do you know why?

— Because you think you already had feelings for me, don't you?

— More or less. Actually, it was... Or rather, it is because of your mouth!

— What's in my mouth? — I ask curiously.

He brings his hand to my mouth, and touches it with the tip of his thumb.

— Your mouth is amazing in many ways...

— What are these meanings?

— Your mouth is juicy, Wirakan. When I look at it, I feel a crazy need to feel it glued to mine, and the oral you give is amazing!

— What is it, Kitten? Do you want to embarrass me?

— No, I am just telling the truth!

— You know, that fans have made a compilation of videos in which I am giving interviews, while you are always beside me, watching what I say, but always with a thirsty look at my mouth.

— It makes sense! The first thing I looked at was your mouth, and it still continues to catch my attention, as well as other parts of your body...

— Which ones?

— I like your breasts, your thighs, your neck, your ass. — he says, and then lies down on top of me. He brings his mouth close to my ear, and gently rubs his tongue over it.

— Your ear... — he holds my hand, and runs the tip of his tongue over my fingers, and looks at me with such lust, causing my heart to race, my breathing to become labored, and instinctively my cock to harden. — I like your fingers too? — he says, and then I feel his hand touching my cock, and he looks at me with a cynicism I don't know. — I also like your cock.

If this is all some plan to drive me crazy, I think he's succeeded. He lets go of my cock and gets off me, lying down beside me, looking at me with the cynical smile of someone who really wants to drive his poor boyfriend, in this case, me, crazy.

— I understand what you like...

— É? What?

— You like to drive me crazy for you, don't you?

— More or less... — a cynical smile forms on his lips. — Since you're so mad, get the lubricant and the condoms... And come on!

[...]

With each thrust, he moans louder, and asks for more. Hearing my boyfriend moaning is the best music to my ears. I ardently kiss his mouth, nibble, and he pulls on my hair, and the whole moment is extremely perfect. His mouth on mine, our moans, the heat that we exhale and the sensations that take over my body, it's not just sex, it's a surrender of bodies and souls.

I increase the speed of the movements, while he moans more. To see him so into this moment is so beautiful, when I am with Nate everything is perfect. When we finally reach the climax, I pull out, and fall beside him on the bed, looking up at him and seeing the pleasure on his face. I touch his hair, which is dripping with sweat, and pull it away from his eyes. I caress his face, and he finally looks up at me.

— You know Nate, I wanted to stay here with you for more than five days, but unfortunately we can't...

— We can come back again, Bunny!

— I know, but I am talking about... — I get even closer to him, wrap my arm around his waist, kiss his mouth lightly, and use a look and my sly voice to tell him something. — To stay here indefinitely, cuddling up to you, Kitten!

— What a sly boyfriend I have arranged! — he says and kisses me lightly on the lips.

[...]

After a few more intense moments, a relaxing bath, and a few more pinches of sex, we fall asleep cuddled together. I open my eyes, look at the clock hanging on the wall, which reads, over eleven o'clock in the morning. I look at Nate clinging to me, I smile like a fool. He looks like a baby when he sleeps, and I would love to experience more moments like this, more often, if possible every day waking up next to him.

I try to loosen his arms that are wrapped around my waist, and gently move his head away from my shoulder. I get up, stretch, and look toward the bed, and he is still asleep, maybe not waking up so soon. Flashes of the night before flash through my mind, and an involuntary smile forms on my lips. I walk to the balcony door, open it, look at the sunny scenery in front of me, and come to the conclusion that I need a swim in the sea, or in the pool.

I sit on the edge of the pool, and the landscape before my eyes is surreal. The wind whips my face, I run my hand down my neck, I twist from side to side, I stretch my arms forward. It's been a while since I've been here, maybe Nate has woken up. I get up, and walk back to the armchair on the other side of the pool, grab my towel and my cell phone, and suddenly it vibrates. I unlock it, and realize that there are messages to read. I walk slowly in the lobby that leads to the pool and the elevators. I open the app, and the conversation that catches my attention couldn't be from anyone else, my boyfriend.

Nate: Where are you?

Me: OI, I'm in the pool

Nate: I missed you

Me: Already

Nate: Yes

I'm feeling so alone

Here abandoned by my boyfriend

Me: How dramatic Coming from you

Nate: When it comes to you, I'm dramatic And very needy

I am very needy

Me: What can I do to help your neediness?

Nate: A lot

Start by going back to the room

Me: Don't you think you had enough of me yesterday?

Nate: No, because you need to fix what you've done

Me: What?

Nate: I am without clothes and I observed that I am full of marks all over my body

Something must be done

Me: How delicious, I mean... What a shame!

How can I help you?

Nate: I need you to take care of me Can you do it?

Me: With pleasure

I'm going back to the room

Nate: OK

I put my cell phone in my pocket, and enter the elevator. The image of him without clothes comes to my mind, I close my eyes and bite my lip. Pussycat, you're going to drive me crazy!

[...]

We walk along the beach, and sit down. Looking at the sea makes me think how small I am in front of its immensity. Nate strokes my hair, I look into his eyes, and smile.

— After we get out of the shower... — before he finishes, I complement with a little provocation.

— Was that a bath? — I ask and he lets out a laugh.

— You love to tease me, don't you, Bunny?

— I'm just asking, because the shower only happened after a long time....

— Are you going to say that you don't like it? — he asks, smiling, watching every detail of his face, and my gaze concentrates on his mouth. — What's wrong?

— You talk so much about my mouth, and the way I use it to drive you crazy. But your mouth drives me crazy too! — I say, holding her hand, intertwining it with mine, and then kissing her back lightly. — Kitten, the way you used your mouth was amazing!

— Will, stop it! I have a crazy urge to kiss you here... — he says and automatically faces the sea.

— Let's change the subject. What did you want to ask about "after the bath"?

— That was your friend on the phone, and as I understand it, he wanted to confirm the lunch, and you said you couldn't make it. What happened?

— Oh Nate, Kanya will be there, and there will be girls hitting on you, and...

— I think you should go!

— Why?

— As long as we can't assume our relationship, people like Kanya will come along, thinking we're single and hitting on everyone. So you should go, and if she gets too close, tell her you don't want anything to do with her!

— Will you go with me?

— Do you want me to go?

— Of course I do, Nate. Even if I can't tell my friends that you are my boyfriend, I want you to meet them, and contrary to what you told me, you don't belong in my world... You are my world!