My sweet Sorrow has the nerve to laugh.
I look up from between her slender legs.
She looks back at me with a twinkle in her eyes. “You’re going to be the death of me, Trace Saints.”
“I hope not.”
After wiping her juices from between her legs, I pull Sorrow into my arms. “Was it better with the feels unlocked?”
“The best, Trace.”
That’s what I’m afraid of hearing. Had I not wanted to keep my feelings locked down, I’d say it was the best experience for me too.
24
Sorrow
I wake up to kisses on my forehead and my nose before my mouth is captured in an all-consuming kiss. “Wake up, sleepy head. It’s time for pancakes and presents.”
“I can’t believe it’s Christmas already, and we have another week of break left before we return to school.”
“You gonna be ready?” Trace rolls off the bed and yanks on his sweatpants. They hang off his hips, giving me a view of his superb V-cut. He ditched the T-shirt in the middle of the night, saying it was too hot in the bedroom. I suggested we turn down the heat. He said, “Nah, you keep me warm. Get over here, baby. Get me toasty warm with your body.”
And I did. I scooted back until my butt was nestled in his crotch. Grunting with satisfaction, Trace wrapped his arms around me, and we fell asleep.
“Did I have any nightmares?” Not shy around him anymore, I grab a new pair of underwear from my drawer and yank on a pair of pajamas. He comes up from behind me, rests his chin on the top of my head, and wraps his arms around my waist.
“I’m not sure. I was drained from shooting out so much cum.”
“Are you saying I wore you out?”
“I could’ve gone for round three or four.”
“You’re insatiable.”
“That’s a big word.”
“I’m sorry.”
He turns me to him with his hands on my shoulders. “What did I tell you about apologizing for how you speak?”
“Not to.”
He kisses my forehead. “I like your big words and will continue to point them out. Not to make you feel uncomfortable, but to let you know I like it when you do. Is that okay? Or would you rather I not?”
I don’t think about it too long. I already know the answer. “Keep doing it. It’s nice knowing you like that about me.”
“I like a lot of things about you.”
“Like what?” I’m fishing for compliments. My parents never said a positive thing about me to one another or to my face.
“You see the good in people. You treat others with kindness. You’re patient. You have enough inner strength to power a city. You make me happy.”
He says the last part in almost a whisper.
“You make me happy too.” I say the words loud and proud. “I’ve never been happier in my life than when I’m with you, Trace. These last few days have been a dream come true. Thank you.”
I pull him in for a kiss with my palm on the back of his head and miss his mouth when he turns from me. His eyelashes brush over the arch of my cheek. I close my eyes. Soft lashes flutter over my eyelids before his mouth presses on mine once, twice, three times. I hum low in the back of my throat. “Butterfly kisses. Pecks. You’re missing something, buddy.” I grasp his arm. My eyes are closed.
