"Two years?Maybe closer to three?"
His hands stilled."Really?"
"I was busy.School, work, not meeting anyone worth getting naked with."I propped myself up to look at him."Is that weird?"
"No.I just, " He tucked a strand of hair behind my ear, and the tenderness in the gesture made my throat tight."I want this to be good for you.Not just physically.All of it."
"It's already good.You made me smile while taking off your shirt.That's more than most people manage."
"Low bar."
"You'd be surprised."
He rolled us over, settling between my thighs, and the weight of him felt right in a way I hadn't expected.Not crushing.Present.Real.I could feel him hard against me through the thin fabric still separating us, and I arched up instinctively, wanting more contact.
"What do you like?"he asked, his voice low.
"I don't know.It's been a while, remember?I might have to rediscover things."
"Then let's rediscover them together."
What followed was less like a seduction and more like a conversation, except the vocabulary was touch, and response, and the soft sounds we made when something worked.He'd try something, watch my face, adjust based on what he saw.I told him when something was good and when it wasn't, which felt more vulnerable than I'd expected.More intimate than the physical acts themselves.
"Here?"His hand between my thighs, exploring.
"A little to the left.And lighter."
He adjusted, and my hips bucked involuntarily, a moan escaping before I could stop it.
"There?"
"God, yes, there."
He took his time, building sensation with his fingers, backing off whenever I got too close.It was maddening, but it was also building something, a tension that coiled tighter with every stroke, every almost-there moment.
"Archie, I swear..."
"Patience."
"I don't have patience."I pulled him up and kissed him hard, tasting the wine we'd had at the reception and something underneath that was just him."I need you.Now."
He groaned against my mouth."I like it when you're demanding."
He reached for his pants, discarded somewhere in the chaos, and produced his wallet."I have a condom.One condom.Which I put in here this morning like an optimist."
"One should be sufficient.For now."
"For now, she says."
He rolled it on while I watched, my body thrumming with anticipation.Then he was settling over me again, lining us up, and I felt the first press of him at my entrance.
"Okay?"he asked.
"More than okay."
He pushed in slowly, giving me time to adjust.It had been a while, and there was a moment of discomfort that made me wince.
"Too much?"
