“I know. I’m just saying I want to. You made me feel good, and I think I can make you feel good too.”
“I know you can,” he said, his voice rough all over again.
“Good,” I said, not quite as confident, mostly because I couldn’t remember what came next.
“Should I take off my boxers?” he asked gently.
Nudity would be helpful here.
“Yes, please,” I said, a little too anxiously. “Should I take mine off?”
“You can. But only if you want to.”
I slid my boxers off and squeezed my eyes shut, needing a minute. A few seconds later, Kess caressed my bare shoulder with his lips. “Let me in under the covers with you.”
Oh, right.
As I stressed over whether I should have waxed my ass, Kess found me under the blankets and dragged me up against his body.
Fuck me sideways, why did his skin feel so perfect against mine?
We lay there for a while, intertwined, naked, eyes roving over each other’s bodies.
Kess smiled, running his finger over the ridges of my abs. “A real, live six-pack,” he said, touching each one.
Like most of the rest of my family, I was on the skinnier side, but I was proud of the muscles I’d built up over the last couple of years of regular work on Emery’s place and the sanctuary.
My hand then went to his chest and belly. He was broader, with nice definition through his chest and arms, a flat belly, and strong thighs.
“A Greek god,” I said, squeezing his pec.
“Scandinavian, actually.”
“I’m not calling you Thor in bed.”
Kess ran his nose along my jaw, then up to the sensitive skin behind my ear. “You sure about that?”
I shivered and smiled when he kissed me.
“You really are fucking dangerous,” I said, several minutes later, breathless.
He smiled. “I’m the safest man you’ll ever meet.”
Something about him saying that made me feel shy all over again, but I kissed him back. “I know.”
Like he had done to me the night before, I trailed kisses down his neck and to his chest. I explored a little, running my thumbs over his nipples. He let out a little gasp, and I thumbed his nipples once more.
“Feels so good,” he said through clenched teeth.
Hm.
I lowered my head, sucking one of his nipples into my mouth. His hand went to the back of my head, and I took that as a good sign. Definitely something to revisit later.
I continued down to his belly, kissing a smiley face below his belly button, my lips skimming his light brown pubic hair.
I finally let myself look at his cock. Like, really look.
It wasn’t the biggest cock I’d ever seen—because porn—but it definitely wasn’t small. The veins were nice, and he was so hard his foreskin had pulled back enough to expose the head. I reached down and stroked him gently, loving his deep groan.
