I lick his lower lip, enjoying the way he shudders in my hold. “I didn’t forget.”
“You didn’t?” he asks breathlessly.
“I didn’t. Is that what you want tonight?”
Brevan groans, nodding. “It’s been a long time,” he says quietly. “I haven’t stopped thinking about what we might have done last night if we had this stuff. But if you don’t?—”
“Hush,” I murmur, pressing soft kisses to his lips. “I want to in the worst damn way.”
He sighs.
With another soft kiss, I pull back. “Let me get them before we get too caught up and need to interrupt at a more frustrating time.”
Brevan grins. I climb out of bed and dig into my jacket pockets for the items I bought. Before getting back into bed, I turn down all the lights so the only illumination is from the natural nighttime ambiance.
His hands reach for me, and our mouths come together right away as I climb back onto the bed, dropping the supplies beside us. I reach for his dick and rub him. He’s hard already.Sohard. There’s a string of precum reaching to his stomach that I rub into his cockhead.
“Tell me what you want, Brevan,” I murmur against his skin as I lick and nip down his neck.
“Do you like to top or bottom?” he asks.
“Honestly? It’s been so damn long since I’ve had sex at all, either is fine.”
“Why?” he asks.
My dead marriage and subsequent divorce don’t seem like an appropriate topic right now, so I just shake my head. “That’s a conversation for another day. But it’s been years. No matter which way we do this, I fear my orgasm will be quick.”
He grins. “I can’t say it’s been as long as you, by the way you’re talking, but it’s been a long time for me too.”
“Tell me what you want,” I encourage.
“Dick in me,” he whispers. “I want to bottom this time. It’s my favorite.”
“Gladly.” I adjust how we’re lying so I’m not right on top of him, and I have better access to reach his ass, but still kiss him.
It’s been a long time since I’ve made out like this while fingering him. I forgot how erotic it can be. The way he groans, his hand tightening in my hair as I stretch his tight hole and tease his prostate. The way our tongues dance together, wrestling and sparring as we kiss. His body is hot against mine.
I’m so wrapped up in fingering him while we kiss like teenagers that I almost forget that I’m prepping him. Almost.
In some ways, I feel like a virgin all over again. The way my heart races in anticipation. Nerves. Anxiety that I’m going to orgasm too quickly and ruin the moment.
Brevan fumbles with a condom and rolls it down my length. Together, we lube my dick and then adjust ourselves so he’s under me again, but now with his legs spread wide and bent up toward his chest. He holds them there with his hands on his calves.
His eyes are filled with lust. Eager and nervous.
With my dick in hand, I rub my cockhead against his hole. I’m not sure which of us is more breathless right now.
“Kendrick,” he gasps, body trembling. “Please.”
His words send chills cascading down my body, and I begin pushing inside him. Immediately, Brevan’s back arches. His ass squeezes my cock, and I have to bite the inside of my cheek hard enough that I taste blood to stave off my orgasm.
It’s been far too long. I should have jerked off first. The way his body squeezes me is absolute torture of the best kind.
I’m slow as I work my way inside him, though I’m not sure if it’s time for me to catch my breath or for him to adjust. I don’t remember whether sex always felt this consuming. If their body felt so damn hot. So fucking tight. The way his ass continues to contract around me keeps me breathless and gasping.
I meant to pause once I’m inside him. I intended to take my time. It seems my body doesn’t get the memo, though, because I’m thrusting before I get myself under control.
Planting my hands on either side of his waist, I fuck into Brevan with abandon, listening to the way he gasps with the sexiest whiny sounds.
