“In regard to the actual sex, ask me anything you want to know. Talking about it can be fun.”
His eyes glittered in the morning light streaming through the window. “We’re going to use lube?”
“Yes. The more the better.”
“And I get to play with your ass first? Use my fingers and tease your hole like I did at the beach?” His tone was rough again, thick with arousal and the way I liked it.
A shiver kicked up my spine. “Yes. I won’t need much foreplay, though.”
He pursed his lips in thought. “I have a demand.”
I rested my head on his bare shoulder, never imagining in a million years we might be talking about the best way for him to fuck me. “What’s that?”
“I don’t want to do it doggy-style. I want you on your back so I can see every reaction and look into your eyes. Can we do it that way?”
I remembered what he’d told me all those weeks ago aboutsomethingmissing in his sex life.Intimacy.I wanted to give that to him, I wanted him to experience something he’d never had before and I wanted to experience it too, because I’d never been in love with any of my boyfriends, but I knew without a shred of doubt, I loved Jere. I wasin lovewith him and always will be. This day started out as a plan to enjoy each other’s bodies but had quickly morphed into something deeper.
I brought his hand to my lips and kissed it. “I’d like that. And we don’t have to rush into it, we have all day. Lay with me for a bit?”
Laying on our sides, we stared at each other for a long while. It was hard to know what was bouncing around in his mind, the brief moment of vulnerability he’d shown hidden behind a stoic expression. Finally, he touched me, skimming his hand over my arm and tracking his touch with heated eyes.
“Do you like the way I look?” I rasped.
“I like how your skin gets goosebumps when I touch you.” He dragged the back of his finger across my biceps and to my nipple, eliciting a hiss as he made contact. “I like how you respond as if you can’t believe it's happening, but when it does, it blows your mind or something.”
Sucking in the air, I focused on him tracing circles around my nipple. I was rock hard in an instant, the hours of anticipation building into pure need. Jere moved in and sucked my nipple into his hot, wet mouth, surprising me.
I shifted onto my back and let him explore my body. He seemed to have developed a fascination with my nipples as he alternated between circling them with his tongue, sucking them into his mouth, and blowing at them, his eyes flaring as they hardened from his efforts.
“Jere,” I muttered and guided his hand to my aching cock. He covered my junk in his hand, his fingers grazing my taint, and I thrust into his touch. “I need you so badly.”
“I can tell. But like you said, we have all day and I want to take my time,” he murmured and kissed the bud of my nipple again, sending a renewed wave of need through me.
“Don’t let me come,” I managed and dug my fingers into the sheets. “It will feel better when you're inside me if I’m still horny.”
“No coming until I’ve fucked you. Got it.” He moved up my body and took my lips, the tip of his tongue meeting mine. “Can I play with your ass now?”
Our eyes connected and I saw in them nothing but truth and love. He’d always cared about me, even as a child. The years we’d spent apart seemed like an unimportant flicker of time I could barely recall. There was nothing to be afraid of. This was my best friend, the single person I loved most in the world. “You don’t need permission. You know I belong to you.”
He seemed satisfied with that and jumped off the bed. While he dug in my treasure chest, I did my best not to reach for my dick that was currently standing at attention and throbbing like a nightclub. I was surprised I hadn’t melted into the sheets as heat pounded through me. With years of fantasizing and anticipation behind me, I was on the edge, the deep ravine of nirvana tempting me to jump. But not yet.
He was back by my side in an instant with the pump-bottle of lube, appearing totally enthusiastic about exploring my ass. I pulled him in by the back of his neck and kissed him, our tongues clashing in a sloppy, frantic kiss. I was certain I wasn’t going to survive this, but I couldn’t think of a better way to go out.
Settling in next to me, he squirted a healthy dose of lube into his hand then slid his fingers into my crack. I gasped from the chill but knew it would quickly warm up. Just having his touch there blew my mind, and for a moment, I wasn’t sure I was awake or lost in my wildest fantasy that was reserved only for my dreams.
He went right for my asshole and circled it with the slick pad of his finger. My heart pounded in my chest, my lungs forgetting how to work. I dug my fingers into his thick arm as he worked my hole into a little pucker of need. Sliding my hand to his, I pushed his fingers against my hole, needing to be filled.
Jere gave me what I wanted, slipping a single finger with little effort. I jerked my spine off the bed, pushing his hand so he went as deep as he could. I clenched around him, needing more, wanting to keep him there forever.
His lips found my throat and he kissed me there, his teeth scraping against my skin. He murmured, “Feels good?”
I couldn’t do anything but smile like it was fucking Christmas. And when he pushed another finger in, I celebrated Valentine’s Day, Easter, and Fourth of July all at once. To help him along, I pushed his hand deeper, stimulating him to finger-fuck me. He didn’t need much encouragement.
“Like this?” he whispered and glided his fingers along the sensitive inner muscles of my hole. “Or, how about, like this?”
He withdrew until he nearly left then slammed back into me and when he could go no further, he shook, sending vibrations of pleasure through me. I gaped, groaned, wanting to beg for more, but unable to find my voice.
He licked at my lips, his eyes hooded and glowing with a fire I’d never seen before. “Too rough? More?”
