I search for something to hold onto, my hand grasping for the sheet or a pillow, anything to help ground me to the moment. Instead, I find Oliver’s hand as he reaches around and lace our fingers together. Instinctively, I pull his hand up to my mouth, kissing the back of his hand. “Fuck, that feels good.”
Spurred on by his little moans, I suck one of his fingers into my mouth.
“Shit. Fuck. That feels too good.”
He speeds up his hips as he pulls his hand away from me. I almost complain, but before I can get the words out, he wraps his spit-slick hand around my cock.
“Need you to come,” he says between gasps of air.
“I’m close.” Even saying that, my orgasm takes me by surprise, crashing over me in big waves. “Ngh.” It’s all I can get out as everything goes white.
Oliver manages a few more thrusts before he grunts and fills the condom.
We lay like that for a few minutes, both of us breathing hard, covered in sweat and cum.
When he pulls out, I wince a little. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
I can’t stand the look of terror on Oliver’s face. “Not at all. Really.” I take his free hand in mine and brush my lips over his knuckles. Kissing any part of him is quickly becoming one of my favorite things. He doesn’t look entirely convinced. “I promise. Really.”
“I’ll be right back. Do you need anything?”
“Water? I think you dehydrated me.” I’m only half joking.
“Got it.”
He’s only gone for a few seconds, at least that’s what it feels like. It might have been because I was drifting in and out of consciousness.
“Hey, drink this before you go to sleep.” Oliver stands at the bedside, holding a glass of water. It takes a little effort, but I manage to sit up enough to drink it without choking. I must’ve been thirstier than I thought, because I down the whole thing in a few gulps.
When I finish, he’s still standing there, completely naked.
“Are you coming back to bed?”
“I, uh, didn’t know if I was staying the night.”
Oh. This is where my communication could use a little improvement. “I want you to. If you can, I mean. I have to get up early for work, but you’re welcome to sleep in if you want.”
“Aren’t you worried I’ll poke around in all your things?”
“Nope. All my top-secret information is stored at an off-site facility.”
“Well, then I do have one condition.” He puts a knee up on the bed and leans in close. “You sleep on the side with the wet spot.”
I can’t help the burst of laughter I let out. I thought he was going to give me some ultimatum about our relationship status or ask me to use the other condoms that are still out.
“You know, I have other sheets. Neither of us has to sleep in the wet spot.”
Despite my tiredness, I get up, and the two of us strip and make the bed together. It’s not an exciting activity, but it’s nice to share the task with someone else.
A few minutes later, we’re back in bed, my head resting against his chest as I rub my hand over his furry belly.
“Aaron?”
“Yeah?”
“There’s something I wanted to ask you. It’s not really a big deal or anything, but my family knows about you. I mean, not just that you exist, but that we’re dating. I didn’t tell them everything, obviously, but they know.”
“Okay.” I draw out the word, waiting to hear the question.
