The kiss starts out soft and slow. It's a few pecks, then our lips linger together longer. We're moving together, anticipating the next one's move. His tongue brushes against the seam of my lips and I part them easily. I feel his hand against my chest, traveling up past my collarbone to rest gently around the front of my throat. He isn't squeezing, isn't trying to choke me, but he does use his thumb to tilt my head to the side as he deepens the kiss. In the next moment, he's straddling my lap and our lips connect again. It's hasty now, tongues swirling together and lips smacking with each connection.
"Put your hands on me, Nelson. Please." He says the words between kisses and I oblige readily. I wrap my arms around him at first, but then my hands snake under his shirt, running calloused fingers up and down either side of his spine. I feel him shiver at my touch, a silent encouragement to keep going. He still has the one hand on my throat and the other is running through my hair.
When we do part, I'm out of breath. We stare at each other, smiling, as we share the same breath of air. The sky around us is already getting lighter. Bennett seems to realize this too and turns around, still in my lap. I part my legs and let him settle his head against my chest. We sit quietly and watch the sunrise. Bennett plays with my fingers while we sit there. It's a perfect start to the morning.
My phone alarm goes off way too soon. Bennett startles at the noise, even though nature has fully woken up with the birds andother creatures singing around us. I turn the alarm off and let out a long sigh.
"I have to go take care of the animals now," I whisper. I kiss the side of Bennett's face before continuing. "You can go back to sleep for a while longer and I'll come back and wake you up."
"Sounds perfect," he says. Neither of us move though. "I would offer to help, but I know nothing about being around big animals like that."
I rest my chin on his shoulder, watching the sun rise more. The whole sky is a beautiful orange and yellow now, the clouds in a pattern that resemble waves. It was a great morning for this.
"It's okay. Maybe one day we can come up here on horseback."
"You'll have to teach me how to ride first," Bennett says. "I've been on a horse twice in my life and both times were in a small arena and I was being led by someone else."
"It's a date," I whisper in his ear. "But seriously, I do need to get back now."
"Fine." Bennett moves to the edge of the tailgate and gets down. I follow behind him and walk around the side of the truck to open the door for him. He gives me one more kiss before climbing in and buckling up. I get behind the wheel on my side and start the truck up, turning on the air because the temperature is already starting to rise with the sun. "I can cook us breakfast while you're working, if you want. Do you have anything to make?"
"You don't have to do that," I say automatically.
"I want to," he argues back. "I'm a pretty decent cook and it'll be a teaser to what I make you tonight."
"If you insist," I agree. From what I can tell with the ingredients he brought back from his apartment, he's making some sort of dumplings with rice and veggies. "And help yourself to whatever is in the kitchen. I went shopping a few days ago so it's still mostly stocked on all the essentials."
"Do you want to stay again tonight?" I ask after we finish dinner together.
Bennett has been hanging around the house today, which is something that I do not mind in the slightest. We finished the last half of the movie we started last time, cuddling on the couch. We also may have made out on the couch like we were teenagers. At least until my back started screaming that I couldn't hold that position anymore. Bennett laughed at me when I told him why I needed to stop.
"I wish I could," he says. "I have to get ready for class on Thursday. I think if I stay here, I won't want to leave tomorrow either."
"I'm okay with that," I say. I move from the sink to where he's standing by the back of the couch. He's sitting against it, in his usual teacher stance. Ankles and arms crossed. He drops his arms though, when I stand in front of him, his hands resting on my hips. "Are you leaving now or staying for a bit longer?"
"I don't know." He pulls me closer to him and I willingly let him hold me close. My body is bigger than his, taller and broader, but I'm all for letting him manhandle me. "What would we do if I do stay?"
I smile and rest my forehead against his. "I mean, we did make that promise to wait until classes were over," I remind him.
"Yeah, like either of us stuck to that." As he says it, his hands slide over my ass and squeeze. "Can I take you to bed, Nelson?"
"Please."
Bennett smiles and pulls me in for a kiss. His hands move from my butt to my hair, tugging so I'm exactly where he wants me. It's almost comical the way the man that's inches shorter than me is so fit for taking the lead. Our tongues swirl together, lips smacking. I love the way he kisses me; it steals my breath every time. Without breaking the kiss, he starts guiding me across the room, toward the bedroom.
We only part long enough to strip our clothes. Bennett steps back and looks me up and down. I feel a bit self-conscious but the way his eyes linger on different parts has me twitching with interest.
His body is insane. I've seen parts of him, but not as a whole like this. He is toned, with abs, and his skin is smooth. His cock is impressive as well, surrounded by a thin patch of hair. It looks like he keeps things well groomed.
"Are you…" Bennett starts to say something, but stops. I think I know what he wants to ask, but I don't want to assume. He steps closer to me and reaches a hand out to run across my chest. His eyes flit from my body to my face. "Do you like to top or bottom?"
"Bottom preferred," I answer readily. I can see the relief on his face. "But I can do either, really."
"I can do either way, too," he says. "But the need to make you do whatever I want right now is insane."
That gets my attention. All of my attention. "Yes, please."
"Get on the bed," he directs without another word. I smile at the order and obey. He makes a show of walking across the room, drawing out the moment. "God, you look amazing like this, Nelson."
