“Please tell me you can come like this,” he begged. “Come all over me, baby. Please.”
If I hadn’t already been well on my way to coming, his pleas would’ve taken me there.
“God, Taylor,” I breathed, and I started pumping myself as I rode him for all I was worth, taking him as deep and hard as I could as my orgasm built and built.
“Oh, yeah,” he murmured. “That’s it. I want to come, but I want to make you come first. I’m…” He squeezed his eyes shut and arched his back. “Oh my God, Vasily…”
He made my name sound like a curse, and his hunger hauled me right to the brink. I needed that release like I needed air, but I rode that edge for a few delicious seconds.
And then… I was there. Coming. Crying out God only knew what. Shaking all over.
Taylor egged me on, and he kept thrusting up into me as I came on his abs just like he’d wanted. Then he was pulling me down onto his dick as he shouted his release.
We both shuddered. I slumped over him. He wrapped his arms around me.
I closed my eyes as I basked in the aftershocks of my orgasm and the heat of his body against mine.
Oh, yeah. This had definitely been worth the wait.
One very fun shower later—a little making out, a couple of handjobs, and yes, getting clean—we sank into bed again. After the long night and two orgasms in rapid succession, I was amazed I was still awake.
“Wow,” Taylor murmured as he settled onto the pillow. “That was so worth the wait.”
I laughed, resting a hand on his abs. “Yeah. It was good.”
His eyebrow arched. “Just good? Really?”
I rolled my eyes and kicked him gently. “Shut up.”
He just chuckled, rolled on his side, and draped his arm over me. “So much for slow and gentle, eh?”
I half-shrugged. “Felt too good not to.”
“Uh-huh. It did.” His brow pinched. “But you won’t be sore tomorrow, will you?”
I shook my head, then kissed his forehead. “I’ll be fine. I do know what I can handle.” He still looked worried, so I kissed him again, this time on the mouth. “Trust me. I’ll be fine.” I paused, then grinned as I added, “And I can think of worse things than remembering this every time I move.”
Taylor laughed. “Okay, true. I just don’t want you to be miserable, you know?” He carded his fingers through my hair. “But you know what you can handle and you know what you like.”
“I may not have much experience, but…”
He half-shrugged. “Doesn’t take a lot of partners to figure that part out.”
“No, I suppose it doesn’t.” I thought about it. “Though it might make it harder for me to settle into… whatever we’re doing.”
Taylor propped himself up on his elbow and tilted his head. “What do you mean?”
“I mean, the sex is easy. It’s good. Hell, it’s amazing.” I swallowed. “But I mean it when I said I’ve only ever been with one person. And that went to shit. So with everything else—with seeing each other—it might… I mean, it might take a while. For me to…”
“Trust me?” he finished.
I winced but nodded. “I have no reason not to trust you, but it’ll take time.”
“I get it,” he said softly, trailing his fingertips down my cheek. “You’ve been burned. Anybody would be cautious, whether that was your first relationship or your tenth.”
“But you know it’s not you, right?” I asked. “I’m not suspicious of?—”
The soft press of his lips silenced me. When he broke away, he whispered, “I know. I promise, I do. I’m not in any hurry. We’ve got time to figure out what we’re doing, and we’ll learn to trust each other as we go.” He smiled as he half-shrugged. “That’s how relationships work even if neither of us had ever been burned.”
