“All day,” I promised. “I’ll make it all up to you today.” And then his head hit the back of the shower and he came in a roar against my hand, me tumbling immediately afterwards.
I wasn’t kidding, though. As soon as we were in bed I let him sleep, but then I woke him up and started all over again, letting my libido and his lead the way.
I rode him, putting his still healing hands above his head so there was no pressure on them and demanding he not move or I would stop if he did. I bounced up and down in pleasure,glad his ribs had healed enough for this, and taking in the new muscles he had cut into his abs, and let him call my name and buck against me. We were both so desperate for each other, it didn’t last as long as usual, for either of us. It just couldn’t. So we slept it off, or showered, or lay there, until we were able to think of the next thing we wanted to do to the other’s body.
I had warned him I was going to kiss every inch of him, and I did. Perrin needed this too, he needed to be able to trust me in control like this, and I knew it.
By mid-afternoon, Perrin, who was finally starting to look relaxed, had me spooned to his side back in the bed where we had returned a few orgasms ago. I had cursed myself, about halfway through the day, thinking of what intimacy meant to Perrin and how it was likely a missing piece for him, and that while I thought I was doing the right thing in letting him recover, he had needed this as much as the physical therapy, the therapist, as much asanything.
“Perrin?” I asked, turning to face him. We had talked throughout the day in between sleep and showers and kisses and sex, about deep topics, but mostly light ones.
His feline tendencies were on display as he moved to his back, arching to stretch along the way, and pulled me to his chest the best he could. His lips ghosted over my temple.
“What is it, sweetheart?” he asked, a lazy drawl to his voice.
I kissed his neck, working my way to his lips, until I had the intake of breath and the slight moans from him I wanted.
“What do you want, Jack?” he asked, his head still back and eyes closed, as he ghosted the fingertips he had to touch me with against my back, and kissed me back with heat.
“I want in you, Perrin,” I said, whispering. His entire body bucked at the words, with an intake of breath as well. I moved down his body, so that I could touch him, prepare him, and suddenly I saw his eyes on me as I worked my way down. There was already a clear bead ofprecomeon his tip, and I caught his eyes as I dipped my head to catch it on my tongue. His hips bucked again in response.
“Someone likes the idea,” I mused, sending my nose down those glorious thighs and into the neat patch of gold curls as beautiful as those on his head.
“Jack,” he moaned, and I knew he was on board with what I wanted.
“I want to feel your heat around me, Perrin. I need to have you that way, if you can let me,” I said, moving my lubed fingers to prepare him, but alternating with my mouth because there was just something about hearing him call out when I rimmed him.
“Always, Jack.”
It didn’t take long before he was telling me he was ready. I knew it would be intense to do this with him on his back, face to face, because today wasn’t just about sex. I wanted that connection, and with his hands, there was really no other way. I wanted to be buried in him and see the look in his eyes when he came.
I wanted him to see that he could still trust me.
Slowly, I pressed into him, and he arched and moaned, finally relaxing when the head of my cock breached that outer ring of muscle. Despite his injury, my intrusion, the sex we had already had that day, he stayed hard and firm, and I watched his thick cock jump in anticipation.
It took very little time for him to beg me to move, and I bottomed out asfaras I could get to his body.
“Move, Jack, please move,” he begged, starting to buck his hips against me.
“Slow, baby,” I told him, “This isn’t happening any way but slow.” I said, stroking into him so that I was almost out before bottoming again.
Long, clear strands of his arousal leaked from his tip, but I wasn’t anywhere near wanting to touch him yet. Not even close. Normally, when he bottomed for me it was intense and fast and hard - both of us too turned on to go slow, even when we tried. But this was the perfect combination of our bodies being fatigued just enough to handle the slower pace I was setting. He let me for a few long strokes, but when I shifted to run along his prostate, he moaned and my own head went back. It was almost too much when he was like thiswithhis hot body wrapping around mine.
“Jack,” Perrin said, this side of begging, as he tried to set a faster pace with his hips.
“Quit trying to top me, baby,” I said, my voice just above a growl as I slid into him, the electricity on my skin so intense it was making my heart slam into my chest. I slid a hand down the thighs open before me. “Jesus, these muscles, P,” I said, feeling themmove under my hands, taking me up another octave. If he started lifting more weight with his upper body when he was healed I would be—fuck I didn’t even know.
He tightened his thighs against me, tying to set a faster pace again. I breathed out, savoring the feel of his strong legs pressed to my body, pulling me into him. I sat back, enough to nail him directly, and his legs lost some of their tension against me as his mouth dropped open in pleasure. I moved over him, taking his willing mouthwithmine, and I gavehimthe pace he wanted, but kept my hips at their same stroking rhythm. He moaned in protest.
“Slow or I stop,” I said, pulling back to be able to take in the beauty of his face set against the pillow in the golden halo of curls circling it. His eyes caught mine, at my threat.
“Don’t stop, Jack,” he said, deathly serious.
“Then let me,” I slammed into him hard enough he leaked more precome. “Take you slow,” I finished, thrusting hard again, slamming directly into his prostate, making all kinds of delicious sounds from his full lips.
Love me, his eyes said. Show me I can trust you, they pled.
I found myself nodding in response.
