Page 109 of Aryn

“Come here.”

He rises without hesitation. I pull him close and kiss him deeply, tasting the wine on his tongue as I unzip and discard his coat. My hands slide under his shirt next, pushing it up and over his head as he lifts his arms for me. I drop the shirt onto the blanket, then hook my fingers into the waistband of his pants. He moans softly, his cock pressing against my hip as I unbutton and unzip him, sliding both pants and underwear down his powerful thighs.

Cato steps out of them, completely naked now. His cock is heavy and flushed between his legs, and steam curls around his body, making his skin glisten. He looks beautiful, all broad shoulders and powerful chest with endless constellations of freckles mapping his skin. My eyes trace the trail of hair on his belly, moving lower until I land on the fiery curls around his cock.

He’s entirely mine in this moment.

I step closer, wrapping my fingers around him as I kiss him again. “Into the water,” I murmur against his lips, giving him a slow stroke that we both feel in every single connected nerve.

He obeys, stepping down into the pool with a low groan as the heat envelops him. I strip slowly, letting him watch every movement. When I’m fully bare, I step in after him. The water is perfect—hot enough to soothe my aching body, but not scalding.

A stone ledge rings the outside of the pool, and I guide Cato over before tipping my head towards the flat surface. He glances at it, then back at me before he hoists himself on. I admire the roll of his shoulders and flex of his back before my eyes shift lower. The water only covers the bottom of his legs, leaving the top of his thick thighs covered in goosebumps. His cock stands hard between them, droplets of water and pre-cum beading down the thick length. I let myself stare, soaking in the way he shifts under my attention.

My eyes move up his frame, cataloguing the soft layer over his belly and the swell of his powerful chest. I take my time as I appraise him, finally landing on his flushed cheeks and hooded eyes.

“Is this too cold for you?” I ask as I settle beside him, enjoying the contrast of the frigid night on my torso as it fights the steaming water on my legs. My hand traces over his body with deliberate slowness—palms gliding across his chest and down his stomach before mapping his thighs. He shivers under my touch, breath coming faster.

“Keep touching me like that and I’ll forget all about it,” he says, biting back a soft sound as my fingers inch closer to his cock. His eyes shutter as I brush him with the back of my hand, but he focuses on me with nervous intensity. “Can I tell you something?”

I pause, eyes moving up to his. “Of course.”

“You said you wanted to… fuck me,” he admits, voice uncertain, “but I’ve never…”

“Bottomed?” I ask. He nods, endearingly shy. “Is that something you want?”

“It is,” he rushes to say. “I want… gods, I want it all with you, Aryn.”

A rush of affection hits me so hard it nearly steals the breath from my lungs. “We won’t worry about that tonight, then,” I say as I lean in and kiss the corner of his mouth, then nip at his jaw. “I don’t have to be the one inside you to fuck you, Cato. Do you understand that?”

He nods his head, so beautifully obedient without even trying. “Yes.”

“Good,” I say, pressing another soft kiss on his lips. “Let me take care of you. Let me fuck you, kitten.”

“Okay,” he breathes. “Yes. Please.”

“I want you,” I murmur against his lips. “Give yourself to me.”

He’s so vulnerable as he stares at me, brown eyes reflecting the red moonlight. “You can have me.”

My lungs fill with a long, relieved inhale as I drop my forehead against his shoulder, pressing a kiss there before guiding his wrist to his side. “I need you to keep your hands to yourself so I can worship you the way you deserve. Can you do that for me?”

He nods quickly. “I’ll… try.”

“So good,” I murmur. “You’re so good, Cato.”

I slide down into the water until I’m hovering between his spread thighs. Steam curls around us as I press my lips to the inside of one knee, then slowly kiss my way upward along the sensitive skin of his thigh. Cato’s breath hitches, his muscles jumping under my mouth and begging me to hurry even as his hands stay obediently by his sides. I take my time, savoring the warmth of his skin and the way he trembles as I move higher. I kiss across his belly next, tracing the trail of hair with my tongue before moving to the other thigh and working my way back up.

By the time I finally reach his cock, he’s painfully hard with a fat well of pre-cum beginning to drip down his length. I look up at him through the steam, holding his gaze as I lean in and press a gentle kiss to the tip. Cato lets out a broken sound, his hands fisting at his sides as he fights to keep them there.

I take him into my mouth slowly, letting the heat of my tongue surround him. There’s no rush. I suckle gently, swirling my tongue around the head before taking him deeper in long, unhurried strokes. Every soft moan and shudder he gives me feels like a gift. I worship him with my mouth—slow, deep pulls and tender licks—pouring all the gratitude and want I feel into every movement.

Cato is helpless above me, chest heaving and head tipped back against the stone. His hands twitch like he desperately wants to touch me, but he keeps them clenched at his sides, obeying even as his thighs shake.

I hum around him, the vibration pulling another wrecked sound from his throat, and continue my slow, devoted worship under the moonlight. Only when he’s shaking and shifting his hips, desperate to give me more, do I pull away.

I move into his lap to straddle him, and shiver at the slide of bare skin on skin. My body rises out of the water, and the cold night air tightens my nipples into hard peaks. Cato’s gaze drops to them, raw hunger written across his face.

“You like those, don’t you?”