“Aww, don’t you want a ride in my new-to-me car?”
I nuzzle his jaw. “Right now, I want to be with you. You can take me for a drive later.”
“Sounds good to me. Hey, do you want to help melook at flats for rent as well? I could do with a second opinion.”
“I’d like that.” I take his hand and lead him into the farmhouse.
After leaving our footwear on a rack by the back door, we go to my room, which isn’t next to Tony’s bedroom, or over the kitchen or living room.
“Cosy,” Jimmy says, glancing around.
“I like it. It’s homey.”
He chuckles. “That’s a good word.” He pulls me to him. “So, are we going to talk? Watch TV?”
“Kiss.”
“Kissing is good.”
We wrap our arms around each other and lose ourselves in slow, passionate kissing. He encourages me to take off my wax jacket and overshirt, leaving me in a T-shirt that smells less of the farm than my outer clothes. At some point, Jimmy manoeuvres us to the bed, where we sit and carry on enjoying each other’s lips and tongues. It’s impossible not to get turned on by him as he runs his hands over my back and thighs.
“Do you want to stop?” he asks. “Before we get too carried away?”
“No.” I sink onto my back, pulling him with me. I love it when he blankets my body with his.
“Sure?”
“Yes. Make love to me, Jimmy.”
I want—no,need—to cement my feelings, and what better way than by being as close as possible? I want us to be connected. I want to be one with him, our bodiesmoving in perfect harmony as we make each other come. My worry about being in Tony’s home vanishes in the face of that need.
Jimmy answers with actions, rather than words. He kisses my neck and rolls his hips against mine, creating friction between our cocks through our clothes. We sit up, which makes it easier to undress each other. We have to stand to wriggle out of our jeans and underwear, but a few seconds later, we’re on the bed again, Jimmy between my legs, as we kiss and fondle. I can’t get enough of him. I’m drunk on his kisses and addicted to the way he takes care of me.
“Lube?” he pants.
I fumble to open my bedside drawer and pull out a bottle of lube. I haven't used it much since Jimmy and I got together. He gets me off more than enough.
I stroke his cock while he warms and stretches my arse. We take our time, our actions soft and tender.
“I need you inside me,” I whisper.
He spreads my legs further, stares into my eyes, and enters me. He clasps my hands and presses them into the pillow on either side of my head, and rolls his hips, getting so deep inside me he makes me gasp and groan.
“I love you.” He leans down and kisses me, tangling his tongue with mine.
“I love you, too,” I reply, when he lets me come up for air.
Then we’re kissing again and making love. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer. He squeezesmy hands and kisses me, all the while making love to me. Tears dance in my eyes. Emotion overwhelms me. This is the man I want—the man I need. What I feel for him is intense and real.
“Jimmy!” It’s hard to keep my voice quiet, but somehow I manage it.
My orgasm hits me hard. I arch my back and shudder through it.
He comes just after me, shaking and gasping and kissing me. “I’m so glad we found each other again.”
I stroke his back, hugging him to me, not wanting him to move. “Me too. Stay inside me.” I want his cock and his cum inside me for as long as possible. I want my cum to cement our stomachs together.
He rests his cheek on my heaving chest and chuckles. “I like cuddling like this.”
