His grin says he knows exactly what he’s doing to me.
“Too many clothes,” I mumble between kisses, but I don’t want to let him go long enough to remedy that. His weight on me is solid and lovely, and I want to keep him exactly where he is. I wish magic was a thing, then I could vanish our clothes without either of us having to move.
Unfortunately, it’s not, and I finally have to let him up to take off his T-shirt and fleece. I’ve already seen him naked from the waist up, but that seems an age ago now. The soft lighting in his bedroom is a million times better than the harsh lights of the pub, and we don’t have an audience this time. I can look my fill and not care who’s watching. He’s so broad across the chest and shoulders, the dusting of dark hair across his pecs an added bonus.
He kneels in front of me, and I push myself up enough to run my hands all over him.
Warm skin slides under my fingers as I explore to my heart’s content.
“Now you,” he whispers, reaching for the hem of my jumper.
I lift my arms so he can take it off me, then do the same with the T-shirt underneath. His eyes darken as his gaze roams over me, and I feel a surge of confidence at the obvious hunger there. I reach for him again, needing to kiss and touch and feel him on top of me.
It’s uncoordinated and clumsy, but we manage to get the rest of our clothes off with only minimal laughter.
It’sfun.
I’ve never laughed while getting someone naked before, but Pete’s smiling down at me, eyes full of amusement and heat, and it’s a heady mix. Especially when I’m the sole focus of his attention.
“All right?” he murmurs, just as a draught from somewhere ghosts over my exposed skin, making me shiver. He’s up before I can answer, tugging the quilt from underneath me and then pulling it over both of us as he cuddles close. “Better?”
“Oh yeah.” I’m warm and naked with one of the hottest guys I’ve ever met. Not sure it could get much better than this. We kiss again, turning on our sides. I hook my leg over his, needing to be closer still, and moan in relief when my cock finally presses against his. We’re all hot skin and lazy kisses. Roaming hands exploring wherever they can without having to break apart. It’s easier than I thought it would be. Familiar, even though we’ve never done this before.
He produces lube from somewhere, the slickness of the hand he wraps around both of us enough to make me arch into him. It feels so fucking good. It’s been forever since my cock has felt something other than my hand, and I shamelessly drive into the tunnel of his fist, chasing that rising wave of pleasure building low in my belly.
I tip my head back, needing a breather, and Pete kisses along my jaw, my neck. Teeth scrape across the base of my throat,warm breath tickling the damp skin. I buck my hips, gripping his shoulder hard as I hit that point there’s no pulling back from.
“Fuck, gonna come,” I grit out, meeting his eyes again, needing to see his face.
It’s that connection that finishes me off, the intensity in his dark blue gaze enough to push me over the edge in wave after wave of white-hot pleasure. I cling to him, riding out the best orgasm I’ve had in fucking forever. I’m still floating in a sea of bliss as he buries his face in my neck and groans as he comes. I feel it coat my stomach, love the way he’s made a mess of me, and wrap my arms around him, not ready to lose this closeness just yet.
I wonder if Pete’s feeling the same kind of way. He goes boneless in my arms but doesn’t pull away either.
Lying here together should feel strange, awkward, maybe. At least that’s been my experience of hookups. But then I guess that’s not what we are and it’s neither of those things. The silence surrounding us is easy and comfortable in a way that screams familiarity.
I’ve no wish to analyse it further, so I let my eyes drift shut and bask in the afterglow of an amazing orgasm, Pete’s strong arms surrounding me with warmth.
I don’t know how long we lie like that, neither of us making a move to get up. It’s the middle of the day, but I reckon I could easily fall asleep. I’m well on the way when Pete breaks the silence.
“Hey. You awake?”
“No,” I grumble, not opening my eyes. I feel his laughter as well as hear it.
“Well, as much as I’d love to stay here all afternoon, I’m hungry.”
I’m about to say I’m not when my stomach rumbles, calling me a filthy liar. Not for the first time this trip. Anyone wouldthink I didn’t eat properly. I sigh, forcing my eyes open to find him smiling at me.
I smile back. “Me too.” Then I catch sight of something on his bedside table.
My book.
I bite my lip, dying to ask what he thinks of it, but not wanting to ruin things if he hates it.
He follows where I’m looking. “I’m about halfway through.”
“And?” I can’t help myself.
Pete rubs a hand over his jaw. “I was tempted to sleep with the lights on last night.”
