Enchanted Fruit

Touches and Clothes

Thomas' POV

My heart is pounding away wildly as I stand in the middle of my room, fidgeting. The way Ares is looking at me as he leans against my door has my dick trying to strain out of my pants to say hello. His eyes are glued to me as he watches me squirm until finally he speaks up. "Strip." He says his voice low and deep. I gulp loudly with nerves as my hands come up to take the hem of my shift in my grasp to pull it over my body. I hear a sharp intake of breath as I lift the fabric above my head and toss it onto the floor.

I look up through my lashes as I lean down to pull my pants down over my thighs, not having to worry about shoes after being in the house all day. My hands tremble as I remove the pants from around my ankles and kick them off to the side. I stand in front of Ares, only in my boxers, dick aching for a release. He doesn't say anything just watches me as I undress in front of him. For him.

      And seeing how much he's enjoying this, his dick prominent in his jeans, eyes hooded with desire, finally gives me the courage to remove my underwear as well. After throwing them to the side towards the other clothes, I stand there completely naked, hands halfway trying to hide my cock from my lovers gaze even if it's been in his mouth.

     "Come here, kitten." He tells me and my heart skips a beat, glad to hear the once annoying nickname on his lips after these last few days. I do as told and walk slowly towards Ares, unable to raise my eyes any higher than his chest. "Undress me." He tells me as soon as I'm in arms reach, almost making me stumble in the process.

     I look up at him quickly, only to see him staring hungrily at my body. The awe he holds in them allows me to reach forward and unbuckle his jeans, letting the pads of my fingers skim his large erection daringly as I pull the leather from the loops of his pants. His hips jut forward, if only a little, at the contact and I can't help the smile that flits across my face in triumph. After throwing the belt in the growing pile, I move on to his shirt.

     I lift up the fabric, my fingers again wandering as I pull it up his hard muscled body. The way his abs flex against my fingers as I pull the shirt off his body and over his head has my mouth watering, tongue begging to get to know him. Personally.

     I shiver at the warm tight skin on his hips and the delicious dip that form between them. Deciding to play a little, I get down on my knees, leaning forward to unbutton his jeans and run my nose along his dick through the rough material. His hips fly forward again as I pull down the zipper, and I see his hands flex on either side of my head, but he keeps them hanging softly by his sides. And to my surprise I feel the sharp pang of disappointment.

      I ignore these thoughts as I lean back slightly bringing his jeans down his legs slowly, hypnotized by his dick that twitches enticingly at the newfound freedom. Ares helps me by lifting his legs in order for me to add his pants to the large pile of discarded clothes. And this time, unlike with my self, I waste not time in abandoning the briefs that separate me from a fun time.

     As I pull his briefs down, his cock springs up hard enough that when  it bounces back , it almost slaps his stomach. After his body has been freed of all garments, I take a second to trail my nose along his bare hip, loving how concentrated his smell is with me down here on my knees. I look up at Ares through my lashes and see him leaning heavily on the door, jaw tight and eyes searing and it's impossible to stop the shiver that racks my body.

     I go to touch his cock that's bouncing happily inches from my face, but when I raise my hand, I'm instantly yanked up by warm strong hands and my body is twirled around so that I'm caught between the cold door and the smell of campfires and rain.

     "Don't forget, kitten, this is your punishment. Do as told, you understand?"

     I go to nod, but change my mind, too drunk off of his proximity to care about repercussions. I instead trail my hand up his toned thigh and grip his dick in my hand securely before giving him a long tight stroke from base to tip. I shout in surprise when I'm gathered up into his embrace and in a blink of an eye, we're standing in the bathroom.