I was 20 at the time, and my lover was 22. We had been dating for a few months, and our passion was electric. Our age difference didn’t matter to us; if anything, it added a layer of excitement to our trysts. We would often spend entire weekends in bed together, exploring each other’s bodies and pushing each other to new heights of pleasure.
On this particular afternoon, we found ourselves alone in my small apartment. The sun streamed through the windows, casting a warm glow over the room. We started with lazy kisses, our lips brushing softly against each other as we lay entwined on my bed. His hands roamed over my chest, and I sighed into his mouth, my body already responding to his touch.
As our kisses deepened, I felt my lover’s hand creep lower, his fingers tracing the waistband of my boxers. I moaned softly as he slipped his hand inside, his fingers wrapping around my hardening length. I was already leaking pre-cum, and he stroked me slowly, his touch gentle and teasing. I bucked my hips, seeking more friction, and he obliged, quickening his pace.
I was the first to break away from the kiss, gasping for air as pleasure coiled tightly in my gut. “Please, don’t stop,” I panted, my eyes fluttering closed as I focused on the sensations spiraling through my body. My lover smiled, his blue eyes dark with desire, and he leaned down to lick a trail along my neck, sucking gently at the sensitive skin below my ear.
Taking my hand, he guided it to the waistband of his own boxers, and I eagerly returned the favor, stroking him as he had done to me. He was longer and thicker than me, and I marveled at the feel of him in my hand, the hot silk of his pre-cum coating my palm. I stroked him firmly, loving the way his breath hitched and his hips bucked at my touch.
We brought each other to the edge like this, our breaths coming in short gasps, our hearts pounding. Then, with a whispered word of encouragement, we came, our bodies tensing as we spilled ourselves into each other’s hands.
But we weren’t done yet. After a short break, we changed positions, and this time, my mouth found his length, taking him deep as I explored the taste and feel of him. My lover gripped the bedsheets, crying out my name as I sucked and licked him eagerly. Soon, he was the one bucking his hips, and I took his length down my throat, swallowing around him as he found his release, crying out my name.
We switched again, and this time, he took me into his mouth, his tongue and lips working magic until I was a quivering mess, my hips thrusting as I sought release. I came with a shout, my vision white as pleasure exploded through me. My lover swallowed every drop, milking me dry before collapsing beside me, our hearts pounding in rhythm.
That day, we had taken our time, exploring and teasing, driving each other wild with desire. It was a memory I would cherish forever—an afternoon of passion with my lover, our ages forgotten as we lost ourselves in each other.