"We're going to Switzerland," I murmur against his neck. "Together. And it's going to be amazing."
I squeeze again, harder this time, and his hips jerk forward.
"Oh God," he breathes.
"That's the plan."
I pull him down onto the bed with me, and we go tumbling in a tangle of limbs. Doc ends up on top, which is perfect, because I can wrap my arms around him and hold him close and kiss him like my life depends on it.
Which it kind of does.
We kiss and kiss and kiss. Deep, desperate kisses that taste like relief and love and the future. His hands are in my hair. My hands are everywhere, his back, his ass, sliding under his shirt to feel warm skin.
Doc leans back, straddling my hips, and starts to pull his shirt over his head.
Then he looks at me and stops.
"What's that face?"
Shit.
I can feel the heat spreading across my cheeks. Down my neck. Probably all the way to my chest.
"Um." I clear my throat. "I kind of... lied before."
Doc's eyebrows shoot up. "About what?"
Just say it. Just say the words.
"I actually, kind of, really want..." The words get stuck. I force them out. "I want you to be inside me."
My face feels like it's approximately one thousand degrees.
Doc goes very, very still.
"Tyler tried it and didn't like it," I babble, because apparently I can't stop talking when I'm nervous. "But I... yeah. I want to try. Doc, will you fuck me? Please?"
A slow smile spreads across his face. "I didn't need to know about Tyler."
"Sorry, I just?—"
"But yes." He leans down, and his voice drops to something low and hot that makes my whole body shiver. "I would be honored to take you apart and make you fucking fly."
Oh God.
"How do we… I mean, with the size difference—" I'm stammering now, which is embarrassing, but Doc just keeps smiling.
"You ride me," he says simply. "Your first time, you control how deep things go. You set the pace."
That makes sense. That makes a lot of sense. I nod, probably too enthusiastically.
Doc's expression softens. He cups my face in his hands.
"Everything stops any time you aren't comfortable," he says. "I mean it, Gavin. Any time. For any reason. You say stop, we stop."
"Okay." My voice comes out rough. "Yeah. Okay."
"Good." He kisses me, soft and sweet. "Now let me take care of you."
