“Yeah?”
“Yeah.”
I went to open the door, but he dragged me in for a sleepy, sexy kiss. I melted into him, loving this affectionate side of him.
“Tristan, Tristan, Tristan,” he whispered, touching his forehead to mine. He inhaled deeply, as though trying to memorize my scent. “Why are you so perfect?”
“I am far from perfect, but maybe we’re perfect together.”
“Sappy.”
“Whatever. You love it.”
He nodded loosely, and I managed to squirm away enough to open the door and let us in. The door barely closed behind us before he had me pushed up against it for a slow, affectionate makeout session.
“Aren’t you tired?” I asked, gasping as he trailed hot kisses down my neck.
He pulled back. “Are you?”
“No,” I whined as he sucked a hickey into my skin, making those little moaning sounds that I loved, rolling his hips for the delicious friction.
“I’ll be tired later. Right now, I need this more than sleep.”
“Then let’s go to bed,” I whispered, loving the feel of his hand on my ass. Joel leaned back, clutching my hips, burning me down with a look. With that, he laced our fingers together and started up the stairs.
We were barely in the room before he tugged my T-shirt over my head, then clumsily unzipped my jeans. As he took off his own clothing, his kisses across my collarbones sent heat deep into my belly. After dragging us onto the bed, he changed gears with slow, featherlight kisses as our bodies tangled in the laundry-softened bedsheets.
He’d figured out in our time together that I loved the side action. I wasn’t opposed to anal, not by a long shot, but that kind of intimacy heightened everything for me. ShoutingI love youat the top of my lungs in the middle of getting railed was entirely possible.
Not that I wasn’t already in love with him—Isowas—but I couldn’t take that step without knowing he felt the same. He’d never pushed, even after we shared our statuses with each other, and he’d told me that we would only do it if I brought it up.
The depth of his kisses and the intensity in his expression told me that he was right there with me. Had been for a while. It made me want to give him more.
“I want you inside me,” I whispered, running my hands through his hair. “If you want.”
For the first time since we hit the front porch, he paused, looking me in the eye. “Of course I want. Are you sure, though?”
His phone, sitting face up on the bedside table, cast blue shadows about the room, giving his features an otherworldly glow. I reached up and scrubbed my fingers through his lush beard, smiling as he turned to kiss them, one by one.
“Yes, I’m sure. The timing feels right, and I know you’ll take care of me.”
Breathing deeply, he cupped my face with both hands and placed a slow, gentle kiss on my lips. “I will. I promise. You still okay going without condoms?”
“Yes. I want to feel everything.”
He rolled on top of me, staring into my face for a moment before kissing his way down my neck, across my shoulders, down my sternum. He spent extra time on my belly before nestling into the pubic hair at the base of my cock. With his face buried in my crotch, he shot out one long arm and blindly opened his side table drawer, slipping out a tube of lube, which he thumbed open.
“Turn over, baby,” he whispered, kissing my inner thighs. I complied and was rewarded with kisses down my spine as I buried my face in his pillow, inhaling his scent.
I startled when he separated my cheeks and ran his nose up and down the seam. He leaned forward, circling my hole with lube-slick fingers, then kissing the side of my neck as he slipped the first one in.
There was a brief burn, but I was so relaxed with him that it didn’t last long. Still half draped over me, he added another finger, using the rocking of his body to impale and stretch me.
“Fuck, your body is so perfect. I can’t wait to make it mine.”
I grinned into the pillow, lifting and rolling my hips, loving the way he stroked the sensitive places inside me.
I closed my eyes, floating in his bedding, letting the sounds of his preparation excite me. The squish of the lube, the slick sound of his hand stroking his cock, the rustle of sheets as he adjusted, the small whimper he let out as he pulled aside my cheek. He tapped my hip, and I lifted a bit higher, hugging the pillow with my eyes closed, wanting only to feel and hear him.
