My Older Lover -- Part 4
"Why don't you move in with me?" he asked. We were at a nice restaurant, an old Italian place with separate booths made private by a drawn curtain. "Your lease is about up, and I want you around all the time."
I was surprised at how quickly our relationship had developed, how fast I had accepted the fact that I found a man, this man, so very attractive, and that I was openly dating him. He took my hand, and I said "Are you sure, we've only been seeing each other for a month." He sat back, and looked concerned. "Does that mean no?"
"No, I mean yes, I mean no, I guess I don't know how to answer. You know that I want to be with you too, but I am still nervous. I can't tell you what these past few weeks have meant to me, what you've done for me. But what if you find that you don't like me after I've moved in?"
"We'll face that issue if and when it arises. But for now, I want you in my bed every night. Okay?"
I smiled broadly, recalling all the nights already he had made love to me, teaching me, touching me, taking me. "Okay," I said. The next day I brought what few belongings I had to his apartment.
He was not home when I got there, but he had given me a key and I let myself in. It was my first time alone in the apartment. I knew he would be back in an hour, and I wanted our first night living together to be special.
I showered, cleaned myself well, and waited. I called down to the doorman, asked him to let me know when my lover was on the elevator. When the call came, I took off my robe, and went to the door. He opened it and I threw myself -- naked -- into his arms. He was surprised, but recovered quickly, arms around me, holding me close, kissing me. "I see you've made yourself at home!" he said. I did not say a word, but instead dropped to my knees, unzipped him, and took him in my mouth. He fast became hard. I licked his testicles, and then the tip of his cock. My lips opened and I sucked him in deeply, taking him all the way in and slowly back out, over and over. He had his hands on the back of my head, pulling me closer, his cock moving along my tongue, and he moaned, telling me I was his young cocksucker. I loved it when he called me that, wanting him to be in charge, me submitting to his wishes. And over the past month, I have to admit, I had become quite adept at pleasuring him.
Within minutes I could feel him getting close, his balls retreating up, and I could hardly wait for him to explode into my mouth. Grasping my head more tightly, his warm, salty cum filled me. I stayed on my knees for a few more moments, not yet swallowing his sticky reward, not wanting his cock to leave my mouth. When I knew he had expelled his last, I stood and kissed him, letting his cum ooze into his mouth. I knew from the past that he enjoyed that immensely, and as I said, I wanted everything to be for him that night.
Still naked, I asked if he wanted a drink. He said "Yes, in fact, let's celebrate. There's a bottle of champagne in the fridge; go get it and we'll toast your new home."