“Hey.” Jerry’s thumbs stroke my cheeks and his eyes stare into mine. “We don’t have to do this if you’re not sure.” He kisses the tip of my nose. “We can get dressed, go downstairs, and put that tree up with a glass of wine or hot chocolate. Whichever you’re in the mood for.”
When he meets my gaze again, there’s nothing but honesty there. He’s not pissed off, not disappointed, just concerned for me, and that solidifies everything in my mind. Because whatever happens after this, whether we keep doing this or decide that it’s better left as a one-off, I know we’ll be okay.
It’s the easiest thing in the world to lean in and kiss him then. To whisper, “I am sure. I want this. Want you.” I take his hands and lead him over to the bed. Of course he made it when he got out of it this morning, so I pull back the quilt and climb in, because it might be warm in the house but not warm enough to be on top of the covers naked.
Jerry slides in next to me and I tug the quilt over us, cocooning us in.
“I reckon we’ve got about half an hour before we have visitors,” Jerry murmurs as he reaches for me.
“Visitors?” I frown. “Who’ve you invited over?”
He chuckles. “No one, I meant the animals.”
Oh. I smile. “In that case, we better get started.”
“M-hmm.” His hand wraps around my waist, drawing me to him. “I believe I have a promise to keep.”
That’s the end of conversation.
The kiss is slow, lazy, like we have all the time in the world instead of the time limit Jerry mentioned. I don’t care if we’re about to be invaded by two cats and a dog, they can turn right around and go back downstairs because I’m not rushing this. I want to take my time, to enjoy Jerry’s body like the treasure it is.
But then he slides his thigh between my legs, rubbing against me in the best of ways and I forget everything except the way his cock feels pressed alongside mine. Hard and insistent as he rolls his hips, and it drags a groan out of me. He eases me onto my back, settles between my legs, and a happy sigh escapes me too, because I’ve always liked it this way—feeling the full weight of the guy I’m with.
We’re similar heights, but Jerry’s got a few pounds of muscle on me. He’s broader too, and I greedily run my hands over those wide shoulders, loving the way he rises on his elbows, bracketing me with his arms.
When he looks down at me, there’s a fire in his eyes and I feel an answering heat in the pit of my stomach. “I had plans,” he whispers, grinding against me, slow and easy.
It takes me a moment to parse his words, too focused on wrapping my legs around him and chasing more of that glorious friction. “Plans?”
“Yeah.” He kisses along my jaw, down my neck, and gently bites the base of my throat.
“Fuck.” I arch into his touch. It feels so fucking good, I’m inclined to agree with anything he wants.
“Wanted to take my time.” The words get lost somewhere along my collarbone, and while I appreciate the sentiment, I think it’s wishful thinking on his part because I’m already chasing the feeling building deep in my belly and I don’t think I can stop.
I don’t want to stop, because this is the most alive I’ve felt in months.
Every thrust of Jerry’s hips sends me higher, reminds me how wonderful sex can be. “Next time,” I mumble, because there’s no way we’re not doing this again.
“Yeah.” It’s more of a grunt than anything, his face once again buried in the crook of my neck.
He produces lube from somewhere, getting a hand in between our bodies to wrap around us both, and then everything gets ten times better. I rut into his fist, pleasure building and building with each slippery side of his cock against mine.
“Gonna come,” I grit out, back already arching as I grab hold of his shoulders. He rubs his thumb over the head of my cock andfuck me.
I. Am. Done.
I come with my eyes screwed shut and my fingers digging so hard into Jerry’s shoulders, they’re going to leave marks. It’s so fucking good, I’m still riding the aftershocks as Jerry cries out, body tensing as he follows me over the edge.
He collapses on top of me, his full weight pinning me to the bed, and it’swonderful. I wrap my arms around his back, wanting to keep him there for as long as I can. Who needs to breathe? Not me, that’s for fucking sure. I want to milk this feeling for as long as humanely possible. I’d forgotten what itcould be like to do this with someone I care about—because I do care about Jerry. He’s not just some random fuck to take the edge off.
Eventually I do need air, though, and I nudge him until he gets the message and rolls to the side. I follow him so we’re facing one another, sticky but incredibly satisfied.
“Hey.” My smile is huge, and I don’t care. Especially not when Jerry grins right back at me.
“Hey.” He reaches over and pushes a stray lock of hair from my face.
“I hope that was your clean hand.”
