“Anya, I’ll smack your ass and pinch your tits. I’ll fuck your ass if you want, but you’ll take pleasure from it. I won’t hurt you.”
“I trust you.”
He moved my leg up higher, now the deepest anyone had been in me, and drove in slowly. I screamed at the pleasure and felt everything tighten as a wave of orgasm drowned me.
“Fuck.” I heard him curse as he ejaculated, holding my hips still. He froze before pulling me onto his chest, his arms around me, cock still inside. “This isn’t a one-night thing. I don’t want it to be one night.”
I nuzzled into his neck. “I definitely want several repeats. A summer’s worth of them.”
He laughed, although it was more of rumble. “I think we can manage that. I’m sorry I didn’t take you out first.”
“I’m not. I haven’t had sex like that in forever.”
He shifted us onto our sides so we could see each other. He was a cuddler, which I’d never thought I’d like, but I did. He also had a body I’d be quite happy to just stare at, but right now I got to put my hands on it. Especially the biceps.
“So I’m the best you’ve had?”
“I didn’t say that.”
“But I am, aren’t I?”
I started to giggle, feeling our combined wetness between my legs. “Think a lot of yourself, don’t you?”
His hands covered my skin and he started to tickle, making me laugh and squirm all the more. He kissed my collar bone and then my jaw.
“I’m happy to prove it to you all summer long. And I bet it gets better.” He held me to him. “But I’m not going to hurt you.”
I felt heat in my face at how I’d been. “I didn’t…”
“Anya, I get it. Be as wild as you want with me, but I have my hard limits. Maybe later, or tomorrow, we’ll talk more about what you like and what I like. But not now.”
“You need recovery time?”
He rolled onto his back his arm under my back. “Damn right. And to just fucking hold you.”
“Cuddler?”
He laughed and I resumed position curled up on his chest. It was still raining outside. I could hear the drops pound against the window nearby.
“Not usually.”
“Just for me then?” Not a question I’d usually ask someone after just one night together. This felt different. Part of me didn’t feel so empty any more.
“Right now, yes. Tell me something about you. Something nobody knows.” His hand slid up my back into my hair, slowly massaging my scalp.
I wondered what there was to tell him. My life had been exactly as Kim had put it: routine, plain. Full of dedication to my job, which was no bad thing, but I’d become scared of excitement.
“I’m pretty much an open book…”
He raised his eyebrows. “Not an answer. One thing. Something you’ve done or not done; something you hate or a book you read.”
“You have to answer the same question.”
“Sure.”
“Okay.” I thought. I didn’t want to sound boring. “I like not wearing underwear when I have a skirt or a dress on. Not at work, obviously.”
Gabe groaned. “You’re trying to kill me!”
