“Did you enjoy that?” I run my finger up and down his spine.
“Yes. So much. Thank you.” He lifts his head enough to stare at me. “You’re amazing.”
I chuckle. “You keep saying that.”
“Youare.”
I crook my finger under his chin. “Yeah? Well, so are you, and I want you to believe that, Flynn. Here.” I touch his chest over his heart. I manoeuvre him so he’s lying on his back on the bed, with me leaning over him, and then I lean down to kiss him. “I want to fuck you nice and slow. Is that okay, baby?”
“Yes. More than okay. I want you, Jimmy. So much.”
Fuck, that’s good to know.
12
FLYNN
After grabbing lube and a condom, Jimmy coaxes me to lie on my side and spoons me, his cock pressing against me, a promise of what’s to come. He whispers sweet nothings in my ear as he leisurely teases my hole with a lube-slicked finger. Hearing him call me ‘baby’ has me trembling inside and out. He’s gentle, caring, and uplifting. I’ve never felt as sex-positive before. I have no doubts that being fucked by him is going to be fun and pleasurable.
“You’re beautiful.” He kisses my neck, his lips soft and warm.
“So are you.”
It’s a little awkward, but I manage to raise my arm and stretch it back so I can play with his hair and stroke his jaw. My other hand is tucked under my cheek, my fingers going tingly as he takes his time with foreplay. He doesn’t even have his fingers inside me yet.
It’s dark outside. He hasn’t turned a light on, so theonly illumination is via a streetlight outside the window, which bathes the room in soft amber.
“Jimmy?”
“Yeah?”
“I’m glad we reconnected.”
“Me too, baby.”
But after tonight, everything will change again. It will have to. Not that I want to think about it right now. I want to enjoy being with Jimmy, however selfish that is.
“That’s so nice,” I whisper.
“You have a nice arse.”
I chuckle. “You have a nice everything.”
“I like this.”
“What?”
“Our mutual appreciation society. I compliment you. You compliment me. You’re giving me a big head, though.”
And he’s making me feel good about myself. Confident, even. “I mean every word.”
“So do I, baby.”
“So you’re not just complimenting me to get in my pants?”
“You’re not wearing pants. And, no, I wouldn’t do that. Not to you.” He presses his forehead against my shoulder. “Don’t ever think that, Flynn. You’re fucking gorgeous. And I?—”
“What?”
