Holy shit… it’s really not fair how sexy he sounds, especially when I can hardly keep it together. I’m overwhelmed by a different sensation and look down, both of our dicks are in his hands, and he thrusts his hips so he’s grinding his dick against mine.
“Oh fuck!” The feel of his entire length rubbing against me while I’m held in his hands is almost too much. “Stephen, if you keep doing that I’m going to come, like, really soon.”
“Yes,” he moans, “I want you to come all over my hand so I can taste you.”
His words send me over the edge, and I do exactly as he wanted; but he waits until I make eye contact again before lifting one hand to his mouth. I watch as he slowly licks my cum off his fingers, not quite believing that he’s tasting me. His own orgasm hits and he releases all over my chest; I follow his lead and run my finger through it before bringing it to my mouth. It tastes like how Beth described it to me, but I like it more than I thought I would.
“Was that okay?” he asks, lowering his head and gently kissing me on the lips.
“Uh huh,” I chuckle, not able to form a coherent sentence.
“Stay here, I’m gonna get something to clean you up.”
I can only nod as he throws on sweats and a T-shirt before leaving the room, returning with what looks like a wet towel. I go to take it from him, but he pulls it out of my reach.
“Relax, baby,” he says, “let me look after you.”
“I don’t need looking after,” I say nervously. Is this what he thinks of me?
“I know, it’s called aftercare.”
“Aftercare?”
“Being intimate after sex, taking care of each other, making sure the other person is okay, cuddling… which is why I’m cleaning you up,” he chuckles.
“Oh…”
I lie back as he cleans my chest before gently cleaning my dick, a look of calm contentment on his face as though this is making him happy. Aftercare… who knew?
“How do you feel about sharing a bed?” he asks.
“I’d like that.”
So far we’ve only slept in separate beds, but after spending the night wrapped up in his covers, I love the thought of falling asleep close to him.
“Do you want to wear clothes, or boxers, or do you wanna be naked?” He winks, keeping it lighthearted so there’s no pressure, I can choose what I’ll be most comfortable with.
“Maybe boxers?”
He nods and moves to my drawers, taking out a pair for me, before finding a pair of his own.
“Shall we sleep in your bed? I’ll change my sheets tomorrow,” he chuckles.
“Okay.”
I make my way over and climb under my duvet. I’ve shared a bed with Beth before, but that’s completely platonic, so I have no idea what to expect. Stephen climbs in behind me, but instead of settling, he pulls me into him like a little spoon, his body curled around mine.
“Comfy?” he murmurs in my ear.
“Yeah,” I chuckle, “this is nice, I like this.”
“We can do this every night if you want.”
“Really?”
He nuzzles my neck and kisses me. “Absolutely.”
“Okay,” I whisper, my heart feeling like it’s going to explode.
