“The lights,” I said.
He laughed at his forgetfulness (fully understandable given the situation), hit the lights and came over to me.
I started to reach for him, but he just shook his head. “No, stay right there. Just like that.” I did.
He bypassed me, though his eyes stayed on me, and went to the tiny closet in the corner where he pulled out a plaid blanket, which he unfurled on the couch, creating a covering sheet of sorts.
I raised a brow and he shrugged. “That leather sticks to your skin like a sonofabitch.”
“You’ve done this a lot?”
He chuckled. “I take naps on here. Or did fall semester. But, to answer your question, no. No, this couch has never seen as much skin as it’s about to.”
I smiled softly, my insecurity quelled.
He walked past me, nodding with his head for me to still stay at the edge of the desk. Going to his side of the desk, I watched over my shoulder as he took his keys from the blotter and unlocked one of the bottom desk drawers. From my angle, I couldn’t see what was in it, but when he straightened, he had a box of condoms in his hand which he tossed on the couch as he—finally—made his way back around to me.
I nodded at the condoms. “Those been in there all year?”
He shook his head as his eyes roamed my body. “No. I brought them my first day back from break.” He reached out and ran a cool finger along my clavicle.
So, they’d been in his bag the day we’d kissed for hours. I’d briefly wondered at the time if he hadn’t gone further because of lack of protection.
As if reading my mind, or trying to put it at ease, he said, “I never took for granted that this would happen, Syd. I wanted to be safe if it did. But…this is still your call.”
I took my hands from the desk and stepped away from it, and into him, wrapping my arms around his neck, pressing my naked breasts against his warm, strong chest.
“I want this, Billy. I’ve wanted this from the first.”
“Me too,” he whispered, ducking his head and kissing my neck as his hands splayed over my back, pulling me even closer still.
I didn’t mention that my “from the first” started many years ago.
Sliding a hand under each of my thighs, he lifted me up and carried me to the couch where he sat first, then lowered me onto his lap. Face to face, my legs straddling him. I put my hands out to steady myself on the back of the couch behind his head.
The softness (or oldness) of the couch, and the weight of the two of us, made us sink in and so I was quite a bit higher than him. Which was perfect, because that put my breasts right at his eye level. And though I could stare into his gorgeous grey eyes forever, it was mind-blowing when he leaned forward and caught my nipple with his mouth.
I squirmed on him as I moaned in delight at his hands skimming up my sides and playing with my breasts, molding them, pushing them together, squeezing as he sucked on one, and then the other.
I kept one hand on the couch, and the other sank into his soft hair, playing with the strands, yanking a little as he bit down on my nipple.
“Christ,” he groaned, but quickly returned to me, his mouth suckling with determination.
My hips started bucking into his, needing relief. The cotton of our underwear the only barrier between us.
“I know,” he whispered. “I can’t wait either.” There was almost apology in his voice.
“Long enough,” I gasped as I rubbed my clit down on his hard-on. “Waited long enough.”
In one smooth movement, he twisted me and brought me down to the couch on my back while also peeling my panties off.
Finally, my fantasies were coming to life as he lowered himself down to me, my legs open and ready for him. I moved my hands down his back, rigid and rippled with strength, and slid his briefs down, then hung on to the ass I’d admired so often, as he quickly put on the condom and guided himself inside me.
I wanted to hang on to his body, to explore every inch with my fingers as he began a slow rhythm of gliding inside me, but instead I took his face in my hands as he looked down at me.
His strong musty scent mingled with the vague smell of closet from the blanket beneath me. I fought it back when I felt my eyes glistening with tears of happiness. I had loved this man for five years in a childlike way of worship and awe. And now, to have him moving inside me, staring down at me with such passion and desire in his eyes…
“Shhh, it’s okay,” he said, as if he sensed my imminent undoing. “We’ve got this. We’ll do this together.”
