“This one, too.” He flicked the ring in my navel.
“I’ve had them for years,” I rasped as his hand slid down further, one digit sliding over my clit so softly that I wanted to scream.
“Thought I might find one here, too,” he mused.
“I used to have one,” I replied, lifting my hips toward his fingers.
I wasn’t prepared and nearly jumped out of my skin when he pinched my clit between his thumb and finger, tugging just enough that I felt a cold sweat break out over my body.
Whatever was happening, whatever this was, I had no clue how to navigate it. I’d imagined sex with Bas in many different ways, but lying naked and spread out on his bed while he played with my body had never even occurred to me.
I was a little shocked at my level of arousal, but I had absolutely no capacity to question it. I was too attuned to him, hyperaware of every movement he made.
When he climbed back onto the bed, I nearly sobbed with relief.
He kissed me like it was the end of the world, then moved down my body as my hands roamed over his neck, his shoulders, his arms, and his chest. I shivered as he laved first one and then the other nipple with his tongue. I squirmed as he pulled them into his mouth and worried them gently with his teeth. I held my breath as he kissed down my stomach and tangled my fingers in his hair as his mouth found my core and worshipped every millimeter of skin until I was throbbing.
When Bas sat back on his knees, I leaned up on one elbow and reached for his cock, sliding my thumb over the head before wrapping my hand around him. It wasn’t surprising that his cock was proportional to the rest of his frame, but it was definitely appreciated.
I slid my hand forward and back, memorizing the silky skin and watching his reactions to differences in pressure, trying to catalog what he liked. Eventually, I dropped my hand lower and ran my fingers over his balls, letting the shortly trimmed hair rasp over my fingertips.
His hand found my wrist, and he lifted my hand to his mouth, pressing a slow kiss to the center of my palm before grabbing a condom he must’ve dropped on the bed when he’d turned on the light.
He rolled it on with precision and then kissed his way up my body, taking his time until I was a throbbing mess of need again. I’d been brought to the ledge at least three times by then, and I was past the point of desperation and teetering on rage when he settled between my thighs and pulled my hand down between us.
“Guide me in, baby,” he whispered, his eyes steady on mine.
I’d never know if he’d recognized the tightrope I’d been walking or if that had been his plan all along, because as soon as I’d pressed the head of him inside me and pulled my hand away, he thrust the rest of the way in, and I screamed as I came so hard that my vision went black.
I was grasping at him, my nails raking down his back and my legs wrapped around his waist as he thrust and thrust and thrust, making the orgasm drag on and on until I was sweating and sobbing in relief. His hands framed my face, his thumbs gently sweeping over my cheeks as he watched me. The juxtaposition of the tender way he held me and the powerful drive of his hips was almost confusing, but his eyes held mecaptive until they drifted shut, and he came with a nearly silent groan.
In the aftermath, I lay there stunned.
It was cliché and ridiculous and I was too old for unicorns and rainbows, but…I hadn’t known sex could be like that. It was so far from any other experience I’d had that I felt a little flutter of panic in my chest.
“Hey,” Bas called quietly, his hands shifting so he could sweep away the tears running down my temples.
“Whoa,” I said with a shuddering laugh, my eyes welling up again. “I’m sorry, I don’t know what’s wrong with me.”
“Nothin’ from what I can see,” he replied with a little grin.
“Says the guy who looks like a sculpture.”
“Wanna know a secret?” he asked, wiping away more of my tears.
“Yeah.”
“I used to be a chubby kid.”
“No way,” I whispered.
Bas nodded. “Then I learned that if I worked out, I could use those same calories to build muscle. Changed everything.”
“I hate working out,” I confessed. “If I’m running, you better start running too, because something is chasing me.”
Bas burst out laughing, and I smiled as the bed shook with his laughter.
“Good to know,” he said.
