He pulls a bottle out of the bedside table, and tosses it to me before sliding his jeans down his legs. In the bathroom, Ifinish stripping and get the prep done as fast as I can. I don’t like the way lube feels against my skin, and too often, letting someone else do this only leads to a mess. I want tonight to be about Nate, and not have to worry about my stomach heaving if he goes a little heavy-handed on the lube.
When I finish in the bathroom, he’s waiting for me on the bed, lopsided grin in place as he looks at me. He is unfairly beautiful, even with the insane farmer’s tan lines on display.
“You’re so beautiful,” he tells me, which makes me chuckle as I join him on the bed.
“I was just thinking the same thing about you.”
He pulls me on top of him with hands cupped around my face, and we melt into one another. Minutes of kissing leads to the slow, even rocking of hips. My balls tingle and I can feel Nate leaking where our dicks are rubbing along one another. I stop moving. If we keep this up, we’ll finish before we’ve even had a chance to get started.
“I love doing that,” Nate whispers, breathing softly. I smile as I kiss my way down his neck. I know he does. Of all the options on offer, he would choose to rub off on one another every time.
I haven’t truly had a chance to slow down and enjoy his body, so I do so now. Careful, exploratory touches and indulgent kisses so I can learn how he tastes. I knew he’d be nervous about this, and I want to be the one who shoos the worry away.
Unable to reach much of me from where I’m languidly sucking his dick, his fingertips dance over my shoulders and through my hair, restless. Pulling off of him, I sit back on my heels and run an appreciative hand up his leg.
“We don’t have to use a condom if you don’t want to,” I tell him.
“Are you serious?” he asks, sitting up and touching my chest, although his eyes remain firmly on mine.
“You’re the only person I’ve been with since we met at that party. Since long before that, actually.”
“Same.” He thinks about it for a second, knuckles now brushing down my stomach and grazing my cock. “You’re sure?”
“If you want to. We both have to agree, though.”
“I want to. I really want to.” He punctuates this with a flurry of kisses across my cheeks, startling a laugh from me. When he cups my ribs and directs me on to my back, I tip my chin so I can kiss him on the mouth while I do so.
Again, our bodies fall naturally into a steady slide against one another, his weight pressing me firmly into the mattress. My skin tingles with awareness of every place we’re joined.
Nate kisses a loving trail down my neck, licking the hollow of my throat. Lifting my knees, I press my heels into the bed and widen my legs. He groans as he settles more comfortably into the cradle of my hips, rocking against me in a mindless search for friction. Instead of stopping him, I let him do as he pleases, content to wait and see where he wants this to go.
Finished with my neck, he presses his mouth back to mine, kissing me like it’s been years and not minutes since he’s done it. I slide a hand into his hair, eyes open so I can see the glint of gold threaded through the brown. He groans like it feels good, so I do it again, tipping my head to the side to change the angle of our kiss and eyes falling closed once more.
It feels like half the night has passed by the time his fingers brush against my leg. I can taste the return of the nerves on his tongue. Running my palm down his back in asoothing glide, I lift my legs without any further prompting from him.
“Are you sure?” he whispers quietly enough that I can barely hear him over the beating of my heart.
“I’m sure.”
It’s been a long, long time since I’ve done this, and it takes a conscious effort on my part to relax. The pressure isn’t pain, exactly, but it’s pain-adjacent and that’s not usually something I enjoy bringing into the bedroom. I breathe out slowly, bearing down as Nate puts a hand between us and guides himself through that first tight ring of muscle.
Nate kisses me again, but only once, before he lowers down and tucks his face into my neck the way he sometimes likes to do. The gesture makes a wave of emotion surge through my chest, and when he tunnels forward, my moan is caught midway to a whimper.
One hand cradling the back of my head, he has both elbows on the bed to keep himself lowered fully on top of me. I relax a little bit, letting his bigger body do the work of keeping my legs pressed open and back as he begins to move.
Puffs of warm breath dance across my skin as he starts to pick up speed. I’ve never had sex bare before, and perhaps it’s only my imagination, but I feel as though I can feel every part of him inside me. Like the connection we’ve always had is just a little bit stronger. My back bows as much as possible beneath the heavy weight of him, and my skin zaps with electricity. The heat in my abdomen is almost too much.
We’re too close for me to even think about getting a hand on my dick, so I have no choice but to ride the wave. I groan every time he hits my prostate, noises falling uncontrolled from my mouth. He makes a needful sound in the back of histhroat, and lifts his head to kiss me hard enough that I can’t breathe.
I come first, nearly sobbing with relief as the pleasure crests and diffuses. When Nate follows a minute later, I can feel the heat of his release inside me and hold him close to kiss him through it. The almost frantic energy in the room dissipates as he slowly continues to rock. When he slows to a stop, he tucks his face back into my neck. I can feel the slow relaxation of every muscle as he carefully rests on top of me, and I put my arms around him to hold him there.
Nate is a cuddler and a sleeper post-orgasm, and usually I can only manage to help one of those desires come true. Tonight, I’m making both happen. Tonight, I’m going to silently say to him what I’m not brave enough to voice yet. I stroke my fingertips down his spine, and he shivers.
“Too much?” he asks, misreading the gesture as a silent request for him to get off me.
“No.”
He moves his hips, rotating just enough that I can feel the motion inside me. Slowly, he lifts up and sits back. The incredible fullness from before has simmered down, and I miss it immediately when he carefully pulls out. Because he’s watching, I bear down again until I feel his release trickle down my skin. Nate looks up at my face, green eyes meeting mine and snapping with heat. Crawling back over me, he holds my chin still and kisses me.
