“Do you want to keep this on?” I tug the blindfold a little.
“Uh-huh.” He pulls me harder against him.
“What do you want, Cal?”
“I…don’t know.” His brow furrows. “No. That’s not true. I want to be close to you.” A sigh escapes him. His body relaxes. His arms slide away from my back. He lies still. “But…” He sucks in a breath. “Take charge, Rory. Teach me. Guide me.”
I press my forehead to his and flutter my fingers over his jaw. “I need more than that, Cal. I need to know what you want.”
“To…” His voice is tense, yet his body remains relaxed. He lifts his hips, making me groan. “To…”
I hold my breath. I’m sure I know what he wants, but I need him to say the words.
“Make love,” he whispers. “Have sex. Please.”
I crash my lips to his. “Are you sure?”
“I think so.”
That’s not enough.
He whimpers and rubs his cock against mine again. “Yes. I trust you.”
“Do you want to keep the blindfold on?”
“For now.”
I don’t question it. I’ll do whatever it takes to make him feel comfortable. “I’ll need to get myself ready.”
“Ready?”
“My arse doesn’t have natural lubrication or that much stretch. I need to get ready so it doesn’t hurt.”
His chin trembles, and he sobs.
I stroke his face. “Hey. It’s fine. We don’t need to do this.” I kiss him softly. “We can cuddle. We don’t need to do more.”
“I want to.” He gestures to his head.
“I know, Cal. I know.”
He takes a couple of deep breaths. “I’m with you. You’ll take care of me. You’ll keep me safe. I trust you. I—” Another deep breath. He flattens his palm against my cheek. “I love you.”
I kiss him again. Tears gather in my lashes and spill down my cheeks. I hadn’t realised how much I needed to hear him say those words. They’re so simple but hold so much weight.
“Take the blindfold off,” I whisper. “I want to see your eyes.”
“Okay.”
I undo the knot and drop the blindfold onto the floor. We stare at each other. His green eyes are so intense it makes me tremble.
“Are you okay?”
I choke out a laugh. “I’m meant to be the one taking care of you.”
“Maybe we need to take care of each other?”
I give him a watery kiss. “That’s a good idea.” I kiss him again. And again. I kiss him until my heart is full, and we’re crying softly. “We can stop whenever you want.”
