Alfie nodded, kissing my chest. "Yeah."
"So then, where's your bedroom?"
He cackled and pointed to the door right off the living area before beckoning me with a finger. When I got close enough,he grabbed my shirt and dragged me into his room. We each stripped down to nothing, and as soon as his socks were off, I lifted him, dropping him onto the posh bed.
"How many pillows does one man need?" I asked, crawling over him as he lay back against, I kid you not, a wall of pillows.
"I dunno," he said, breathless as he shimmied beneath me. "I just kept buying pillows till it felt right."
"Ah," I said, laying open-mouthed kisses up and down the column of his throat. "Like the way I cook with garlic. I measure with my heart."
Alfie's smile went soft, shy. "Mm. I hope that's not the only thing you measure with your heart."
I growled, enjoying his silly-serious commentary. "I think you know it's not," I responded, kissing him deeply, letting him feel the weight of me.
We broke from the kissing, and his hands came to my face. "You are the scariest-looking motherfucker I've ever been with. And I have never felt safer and more cared for."
"You're the one who had to meet me at the park to see if Judi and I would get along."
He shook his head. "It's a rare person who will work so hard to overcome such deep fear. I know this is just the beginning, but..." His cheeks went pink. "Sorry, I don't want to get ahead of myself."
I kissed him again, grinding us together. "You're not ahead of anything. I'm right there with you."
With that, we melted into one another. His responsive body under mine felt like a goddamn miracle. He aligned our cocks, and I grunted into his mouth as he thrusted his hips.
Yanking his arm above his head, I shoved my nose into his armpit, enjoying the smell of the outdoors on him. I then shuffled down his body to do the same against his balls, inhaling deeply as I glided my hands up and down his body.
Nudging his cock with my nose, I swallowed him down, enjoying the arch and sway of his body under mine.
When he tightened up, I released him and attacked his balls.
“Fuck, you’re killing me,” he said as I shoved my nose against his taint and inhaled.
“I fucking love the way you smell everywhere.”
“I need a shower,” he said, a little uncertain.
I reached up and flicked a nipple. His sharp, breathy inhale spurred me on, and I flicked the other.
“You smell like sex and sweetness,” I said, mouthing his pretty cock.
“Ugh, what you do to me.”
Alfie pushed on my shoulders, straddling me as I landed on my back. His hands immediately went to my belly and chest, then out over my arms, gripping my muscles. I loved every second of it.
“Need you inside me,” he panted, grinding against my cock.
Reaching blindly into his nightstand, Alfie came up with a comically massive bottle of lube.
“It was on sale,” he said, his cheeks going pink.
“It’s good to be frugal,” I said, a smile creeping up on my lips. “And you’re still good to go without condoms?”
“Fuck yes.”
I slicked myself, and before I could even do anything to prepare him, he hovered over me, slowly but surely sinking down on my cock. My eyes rolled back at the heat and vice-like grip of his body.
“Fuck,” he spit out. “I should have prepped myself a little.”
