My finger found its way between his ass cheeks, and I did a gentle pass over his crack. He froze.
“This okay?” I checked.
“Mmm.”
“Heath? I need more than that.”
He leaned back, his eyes dark with lust, his hair all messy, and his cheeks sporting bright red splotches. “I was just surprised.”
“Surprised I touched you there?”
He nodded.
“Did you think I’d need more time?”
Another nod.
I’d have to be patient with him, but I did see the humor in the situation. Here I was, newly out as bi and eager to explore while he was basically waiting for me to freak out. “I don’t need more time. I need you. I’m ready for whatever you’ll give me.”
He swallowed. “Sorry.”
“Nothin’ to be sorry for.”
“I’m just not used?—”
I placed my finger on his lips. “Nothin’ to be sorry for.”
I waited to remove my finger until he’d nodded again. “Good. Now, where were we?”
He tasted so… Hell, I didn’t even know how to describe it. I loved kissing him, maybe because it was so perfect. No awkwardness, no holding back. Our lips met again and again until they were swollen, and our tongues kept finding each other, sliding and sucking in this timeless dance of seduction. I took and he gave, and then he demanded and I surrendered.
“Wanna move this to the bedroom?” I asked, our lips mere millimeters apart. “I wanna see more of you, touch you all over, but the logistics are a little complicated with you on my lap.”
“Yeah.” His lips curled up in a crooked smile, and my belly fluttered. “I’d really like that.”
“I’d carry you if I could.”
His smile widened. “I know you would, you show-off.” But then he squeezed my right biceps. “Your muscles are hella sexy, though.”
Funny how something so simple could make me feel ten inches taller. “Thank you.”
He carefully slid off my lap, and then we hopped to his bedroom, both laughing. He fell onto his bed, and I followed him, reaching for him before my body had even stopped bouncing. I pulled him in for another kiss, then went to work on getting his pants off.
“Want me to…?” he started, but I shook my head.
“I got this.”
And I did. I was careful dragging his pants down, not wanting to irritate his stump, and while I was at it, I took off his underwear as well. He lay on the bed in all his naked glory, and he was gorgeous with that sun-kissed skin, including the obvious tan lines.
“Your ass is really, really white compared to the rest of you,” I said, then winced.
Jesus, why had that been the first thing out of my mouth?
But Heath snorted. “I know… I should get some sun there. Did you know that some people believe tanning your butthole is a cure for depression?”
I blinked at him. That was a joke, right? “You’re not serious.”
“Unfortunately, I am. It’s right up there with yoga, essential oils, and eating kale.”
