“Ready, baby?” he asked, his concern warm in his voice. “We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”
“I’ve never wanted something more.”
He breathed more kisses down my spine, pressing against my entrance with careful thrusts. The stretch and burn were intense, but I felt so safe and cared for that it didn’t take long for my body to adjust around him. I gave a tentative rock back, grinning at his low moan.
“So perfect,” he whispered again, pushing deeper inside me.
I realized in the middle of it that the people I’d had sex with before had only been fucking me; Joel was making love to me. Big difference.
Twining our fingers together, he raised my arms above the pillow, stretching out over me as he thrust deeper, pressing me into the mattress.
Giving over control was as easy as breathing. Joel had shown again and again in our time together that he always thought of me first.
With my cock trapped between my belly and the soft bed, his gentle, insistent, powerful rocking was quickly bringing me to that place.
“Fuck. Coming,” I gasped out, biting back the words I really wanted to say.
He grunted, angling his cock perfectly with each thrust. I pushed against him, my body rhyming with his through the pulse of orgasm. It spread throughout my lower body, hitting me in waves. Warm cum slicked my belly, and I thought briefly of his poor sheets, but his sweet whispers into my ear obliterated my ability to care.
“So perfect. Mine, mine, mine.”
With a grunt, he stiffened over me and tightened his grip as he punched his hips forward. I shivered through another wave of orgasm as his heat filled me. Dripped out of me. Solidified what I knew to be true.
“God, I’m so in love with you,” he whispered, then kissed the back of my neck before rolling us to our sides, still impaling me. “Fuck, I hope that doesn’t scare you, but—”
I turned my head, interrupting him with a kiss. “I’m not scared, Joel.” His eyes met mine, sparkling in the low light. Euphoria raced through me. “Not even a little. I love you, too.”
Tearing up, he pressed his forehead to mine. “I don’t know what the future holds or how we’ll handle the distance. I just know that I don’t have any options when it comes to you.”
“Agreed.” Shifting, I rolled into the chilled cum with an uncomfortable squish. “But I do have the option to get out of the wet spot, right?” I asked, chuckling at the mess we’d made of his sheets.
Untangling from one another, we couldn’t stop kissing as we made our way to the bathroom. We repeated those precious words again and again while we stood under the shower.
Back in bed, we wrapped ourselves up in each other, exhausted after a long, ultimately wonderful day.
“Remind me to thank you for stealing my posts,” I said, sleepy and satisfied.
“Will do.” He tucked me in a little closer, nuzzling my neck as he drifted off. “Love you, Tristan. So much. Mmm… g’night.”
Within seconds, gentle snores filled the room. I quickly followed him, slipping into unconsciousness, sure in the knowledge that, whatever might come, Joel and I were in it for the long haul.
CHAPTER8
joel
@thewateringhole:Do your civic duty! Support the Meeting House at tonight’s city council meeting.
@theseguinbean:Save the Meeting House! Call your city councilmember ahead of tonight’s vote!
“I’m sorry, Mr. DeWitt. You simply have no standing in this case. More than that, your concerns about the safety and quality of the Meeting House facility have been satisfactorily addressed through community action.”
The senior DeWitt, a gruff-looking man who’d barked at the councilwoman when she’d told him to toss his half-chewed-up cigar before addressing the council, reddened.
Stifling a laugh, I continued my play-by-play with Ren.
Me:Tell Mr. Paige that DeWitt “has no standing”
Ren:Oh, that will make Robert so happy.
