Still Kobe hovered, looking down, not kissing but staring deep into my eyes. Assessing, always assessing. The man was convinced I was broken. His caution and concern were nice, but I didn’t want nice. I wanted him.This.
More.
I fondled his straining length through his underwear, stroking the pronounced ridge along the underside of his cock and adding pressure near the tip, squeezing out another drop of precum. It soaked into his underwear.
Kobe groaned and closed his eyes, pressing into the touch and encouraging more.
“Kiss me, Kobe.”
He did without reservation. A delicious fog settled around me, clouding reason and guilt and any intrusive thoughts thatmight have wanted to creep in. I savored his mouth and tongue, lapping up his flavor as I absorbed the sensations of a first connection.
Kobe was respectful and didn’t try to strip me bare, so when I couldn’t take it anymore, I fumbled to remove my own pants. Only when he realized what I was doing did he shift to give me room.
I left my underwear in place. With only a thin layer of fabric between us, Kobe lowered his body until our covered erections bumped. He rolled his hips, rutting his cock against mine. The blissful contact buzzed through my core and tingled in my low belly.
“God you feel good,” he said against my mouth, rocking again, applying more pressure.
I fondled his ass, urging him closer, encouraging him along. The friction was delicious, lighting me up inside. It had been ages since I’d been with anyone. I was never going to last.
The tingling pleasure grew in increments. Kobe’s kisses turned bruising, halting, and heavy. Soon, we failed to coordinate them at all. Our rhythm faltered. The finish line approached. Where there had once been an orderly technique to our conquest, it went out the window.
Kobe panted against my mouth as he moved jerkily, pressing against me, touching me where he could. My hair, my ribs, my upper thigh. I dragged him closer and kissed him harder until an explosion of pleasure made me cry out.
As a mind-numbing, glorious orgasm tore through me, Kobe never stopped. He rode my cock until he too found pleasure. The rocky residual waves seemed to go on forever. Eventually, Kobe collapsed on top of me, his panting breath tickling my ear.
My heart jackhammered in the afterglow. I wrapped my arms around him in case he tried to run away. I wanted to hang on for as long as I could. To the moment. To the pleasure. Foronce, I’d found peace inside my head, the past no longer roaring venomously in my ear.
Was this happiness?
For once, nothing hurt.
“We’re a mess,” Kobe said after a time, a smile in his voice.
“Like twelve-year-old boys, coming in our underwear.”
“We should have taken them off.”
He shifted, and I shuffled to give him room to lay beside me. Kobe propped his head on a hand, peering down with a boyish, sated grin. He rested his palm on my chest, gently caressing, tracing the tattoo. “Regrets?” he asked.
“No.”
“Good.”
“You need to stop worrying about me.”
He shrugged. “I don’t want my impulsiveness to ruin a good thing.”
“It won’t. Are you spending the night?”
Kobe arched a brow. “Am I invited? You can say no. It won’t hurt my feelings.”
I clutched his hand and brought it to my mouth, kissing his knuckles. “I’d like it if you stayed. I don’t work tomorrow. It’s Saturday.”
Kobe wrinkled his nose. “Don’t rub it in. I have to be at work by eight. Ottawa decided to get itself a serial killer, and it landed on my desk. No rest for the wicked. You probably don’t want me here waking you up so early.”
“I have a toddler and a nasty habit of getting up at four in the morning.”
“I forgot about that.”
