I snort to myself, shaking my head.
“What?” he asks, grinning as he kisses me.
Smiling back at him, I watch as the water darkens his hair and streams down his body, creating rivulets and tributaries around his nipples and through the muscles of his chest and abdomen. “It’s gonna be a hot minute before I have any equilibrium around you.”
He shrugs, lifting his hands in a pseudo-innocent gesture. “I’ve never had equilibrium around you, so welcome to the party.”
We laugh and kiss, and some of the overwhelming big-ness of all of this swirls down the drain. He’s careful with my scars, shifting easily around my cane, a sort of gentle confidence in his knowledge of me, honed after years of paying attention. We talk about protection, knowing that we’re tested regularly. And while it’s helpful that he doesn’t have to be taught to respect my dignity, it’s his rock-hard length that’s putting a smile on my face.
“Shower sex is fun and all, but probably a bit of a disaster for me,” I say, letting my fingers drift up and down his beautiful cock.
He pops his brows. “Back to bed?”
I kiss his neck, letting the water wash over both of us. “Mmhmm. Back to bed.”
We step outside the shower, haphazardly drying ourselves off. “You licking the water off my neck doesn’t make us go any faster,” I grumble.
“Okay. I’ll just stand here and be supportive,” he says, cupping my ass.
“Still not helping.”
“I’m not here to help you, baby.”
His eyes gleam with trouble, so I lean in and kiss him, exploring his mouth as I grab the back of his neck, pushing down on my cane for more leverage. I pull away, and his eyes are lust-filled and unfocused.
He blinks, refocuses, then gives me that little fake pout of his. “Unfair.”
Dropping my towel, I walk naked into the bedroom.
“Okay, never mind.That’sunfair,” he calls after me before shifting to a whine. “Seriously, who has an ass like that?”
I look back at him over my shoulder. “Want in?”
He drops his towel and bolts toward me.
I throw up my hands. “Hey! Gentle! Be careful with the goods.”
I lean on my cane, bracing for impact, but Odd stops just short of me and places a delicate kiss on my nose. “Of course I’ll be careful with the goods, they’re my goods.”
Not gonna lie, his little acts of possessiveness light me up inside.
We make it to the bed and spend several minutes making out, holding each other with such aching tenderness that I can’t believe I voluntarily went years without.
Caressing my ass, his words are distracted and breathless. “I normally like face-to-face, but your ass is so fucking delicious. Can I assume doggy-style is out?”
“Eh, sorta. I mean, I could keep all the weight on my good knee, but lying on my side will likely work best..”
He growls in response, grinding against my hip. “Yes. Fuck yes.That.”
I toss the lube on the bed, and then we again lose each other in the kissing. Going slow, pressing our bodies together. Finally, I roll onto my side, my bad knee on top. His hands immediately go to my body, tracing every line and curve, every stretch of smooth and scarred skin caressed, kissed, and loved.
He coats his fingers with lube, circling them around my exposed crown. I wind up fast in the cage, just like last night, but he pulls away right as my ball tightens up. I grunt but stop complaining when his fingers find their way between my cheeks. Adding a little more lube, he rubs his hard length along the slick passage, grabbing and squeezing my cheeks together.
“Seriously, this ass belongs in the Smithsonian.” His breathing speeds up with his pace, and I squeeze, just to let him know who’s in control. He lets out a groan that rattles through my body. “Scratch that, they are not taking this ass anywhere.”
I laugh then go quiet as he pushes in a finger.
“Too much?”
