Part 3

I grabbed the hem of his underwear and pulled them down. I kissed the tattoo he had under his hip bone; the word Tata surrounded by a red thread.

"Take yours off too," he demanded.

The blanket was gone, along with the little fabric we had been wearing to sleep. He grabbed my hand and pulled me on top of him. My cock pressed against his, both of them hard and needy. I moved my hips, rubbing myself against him while he kissed me passionately, hungrily.

"Let me prepare you, Tata," he said and rolled us over so he was on top of me. 

His hand slipped between my ass cheeks; his fingers found my puckered entrance. He rubbed and teased it gently. Then he flipped me onto my stomach, spread my cheeks, and tasted me. I loved when he rimmed me, when he prepared me with his tongue first.