He was gone in an instant, leaving me desperate for more.
“Where are you going?” I demanded.
“I promised your mother I’d take the garbage out before she gets home,” he said and yanked the bag out of the bin.
“What,now?” I protested.
I watched, agape as he disappeared out the back door with the trash bag. Someone needed to tell him he couldn’t do things like that. It should be illegal to be kissed by the man you were in love with, only for him to stop to take out the damnedtrash. He was back a moment later, sliding himself between my legs again as if he belonged there.
“Maybe, like this?” he muttered and lifted me off the chair.
I grabbed onto his beefy shoulders, and wrapped my legs around his girthy hips, afraid of face-planting. But he didn’t drop me, instead he carried me into my bedroom and kicked the door closed behind us. He set me on the mattress and split my legs with his hips. And then he kissed me again, his tongue skillfully diving into my mouth to take control, to take my sanity. He moved in slow, squirmy motions that had me clawing at his bare shoulders, needing more, needingeverything. If he could do this with a single kiss, what else could he do?
“Like that?” he murmured.
“Oh, wow…”
He took my hand, pressed his warm lips to my wrist in a soft smooch and led my palm between our bodies where he pushed it to the hard tent in his pants.
“What does it mean when I get hard from kissing you?”
This had been a point to prove, and he’d shown me the truth rather than failing to explain with words.Well done, sir, well done.
“Tell me, Danny. Do you feel how hard I am for you? Do I need to show you? What do you think that means? You don’t need a master’s degree to figure it out.”
If he were a skillful kisser, he was going to slay the dirty talk.
I didn’t hesitate to run my hand all over his package, admiring the length of his engorged cock covered in denim. “You’re attracted to me?”
“That’s a question?” he muttered huskily.
“And if I said I need to see it with my eyes just to make sure?” I cleared my throat. “That’s a joke, I totally believe you.”
“Sometimes kissing, and touching, and sex is hard for me,” he said and stroked my cheek as if it were the most fascinating thing to him. “But not with you. It’s easy touching you. Kissing you is easy. I imagine sex with you will be easy too.”
I forced myself to focus on his attempt to open up to me. “Care to elaborate?”
“I’m not sure. I liked the sex I had with girls, but it felt like something I had to do, not something Iwantedto do.” He frowned and looked away as if he were searching for an explanation. “Like when we worked at the ice-cream joint during summer break? It was a job, but I had fun because we got to goof off all the time. When I was with my girlfriends, something was missing and I’m not sure what it is.”
I touched his neck, relishing he was so close that I could touch him like this. “Could it be you’re looking for a connection? Intimacy?”
He bunched his shoulders up, passing me a sheepish expression. “Maybe. But I don’t know what that is, so I don’t know if I’d recognize it.”
“I’ll help you,” I volunteered enthusiastically. “I want to help you find that special place deep inside that fills every need you didn’t know you have.”
He seemed confused and mildly unconvinced. I pecked his lips.
With a sigh, he rolled onto his side and pulled me into him. The minutes passed in a swirl of cherishing touches and little sweet kisses on my forehead, my cheek, my nose. Despite his difficulty with emotions, a connection had been made, an understanding reached. Progress was progress and I wouldn’t force him to give more than he was willing as much as I wanted him.
“I need a shower. I’m all sweaty from our walk earlier,” I muttered. “I want to take one now before I fall asleep again.”
He was out of bed in an instant, seeming way too happy at the prospect of helping me bathe. He held my hand, our fingers entwined as we made our way into the bathroom and I swore, his grip seemed tighter as if now that he had me, he wasn’t letting go.
“I have a better idea,” he said as he glared at the chair in the tub. “Why don’t we take one together?”
I glanced at the stall then ran an appreciative eye up and down his body. “I’m not sure the both of us will fit in that tub.”
As he removed the chair, he said, “We will find out, won’t we?”
