Cody nods. “So you do it out of self-protection?”
“Oui.”
“But you feel safe with me?”
“I do. But it’s hard sometimes, like when I disappeared for a week.” I shrug, not entirely comfortable with the topic. “I was afraid that what we had didn’t mean the same to you, and I didn’t want to risk it. Part of me still feels like I should run away now, but I won’t. Because I don't want to.”
He nudges his knee against mine. “I definitely don't want you to either,” he says softly. “I don't think I can even let you go at this point.”
I must say, I kind of like the idea, and I know it's true; he basically chased me through the city today.
I grab the front of his sweater and lean in. “Then definitely don't.”
Bridging the distance, I press my lips against his, catching his mouth into a kiss. It's soft at first, but quickly intensifies, and before we know it, we find ourselves wrapped up in each other’s arms, kissing and unable to keep our hands and mouths off each other. And who can blame us? After all, we’re in love... and engaged. I know exactly how I want to celebrate, and I’m convinced he’ll also like it.
“Fais-moi l’amour.”
He smiles and nods, his arms wrapped tightly around me, and I know he understands that I just told him to make love to me.
There’s no hesitation in his reply. “How do you want to do this?”
I don’t have to think about that. I usually love being in control, but after he told me he thought I was using him, tricking him, I need him to show me that he no longer feels that way, that I’m what he wants most in the world. “I need you to prove to me you love me. Doesn’t matter how. And I’ll do the same for you.”
He bites his lip, his gaze falling to my mouth. “That I can do.”
“I mean it. I need to feel it.”
“Oh, you’ll feel it,” he whispers.
He hesitates for a moment, and before I can figure out why, he repositions his arms, sliding one beneath my legs and the other around my waist. Then, without warning, he stands up, never letting go, actually tightening his grip, and lifts me off the couch. I gasp in surprise. This has never happened to me before, and I didn’t see it coming—what adult man would? I'm still trying toprocess what's going on when he suddenly stands still, holding me like this, perhaps waiting to see whether I’ll object. But why would I? He’s giving me exactly what I asked for, showing me he loves me, that he wants me, and I’m floating. There it is again: that miracle touch. His hand gently strokes my back as he holds me, his eyes locked on mine, and oh… . . . this is a great start already.
To show him my approval, I press my lips to his and kiss him. We part only because he starts moving again, carrying me toward the bedroom. I chuckle as he lowers me onto the bed and places himself on top of me. The next moments are spent practically ripping each other’s clothes off. The way he touches and kisses me is almost roughly, as if the wait is impossible to endure. In a way, it is. We had sex just this morning, but it feels like much longer.
Just as I hoped, he doesn’t give us time to pause. He’s letting his hands run all over me, exploring every piece of bare skin. And everything he does screams he won’t keep doing this for long either. After a minute or so, he grabs my legs, lifting my ass and, without hesitation, brings his head to my crotch as though he’s been hungry for it.
Then, confirming it, he says, “I’ve been wanting to do this since the first time I saw you naked.”
I chuckle. “And I’ve been waiting for it from the moment you gave me that naughty look in the shop.”
“You mean on the day we met?”
“Oui.”
He moans. “God, that makes it even better.”
Then, catching me off guard, he laps at my hard cock like there’s no time to waste, and lets it slip into his mouth. He sucks on it, taking my breath away. For a moment, I’m in heaven, but to my surprise, after several seconds, he lets it pop out of his mouth again. He turns it into a game, the bestpossible torture, and repeats the process again and again until I’m absolutely losing my mind. He’s sucking and licking only to pull away, exposing my dick to the brisk air around us. The contrast makes me wild and incredibly frustrated, but I can see what he’s doing; he’s dragging the moment out, playing with my cock and worshipping it to prove he loves me. But the fact that I understand what he’s doing doesn’t mean I can stand it.
I don’t recall ever having been this impatient about anything. No one’s ever sucked me off before—my first boyfriend made sure I never let anyone close to my private parts again. But Cody’s different, and now, from the first contact with his tongue, it’s pure bliss. He makes me feel wanted, like I’m the most desirable person in the world. With him, I don’t need to feel insecure; I can just relax and enjoy the ride. But I want more. I need more.
“God, more, please…” I barely manage to get out.
Cody chuckles and looks up, studying me. I can only imagine my despair is written all over me. I’m breathing faster than I thought possible, my chest rapidly rising and falling as I’m gasping for air, and begging him with my eyes. And luckily, my silent plead is enough. He lowers himself, takes my cock into his mouth, and stops teasing me—finally. Although I have been fooling myself by thinking I was ready for it because now, Cody is absolutely worshipping my cock, swallowing me down, and God, I don’t know what to do with myself.
His mouth envelops my cock. That’s a perk of being small: he can take all of me into his mouth, whereas I don’t think I’ll ever be able to do the same to him. I most certainly will try, but it seems impossible.
No, I don’t see any downsides to my size anymore, when he swirls his tongue around my cock, all the way from the base to the tip. I’m moaning and squirming with his touch, with every swipe of his tongue, with every suck. Just when I think he’llactually lose my mind, he adds to the experience by pressing his thumb against my hole, bringing me closer to the edge.
“Oh my God, Cody.”
