How he knew where my head was at, I’ll never know, but he did. He always did.
I swallowed, clearing my throat and forcing myself to smile at him.
I leaned forward and kissed him gently.
“I know that, baby,” I lied. “I just want to know what it’s like to feel you inside me. Even if we just do it once.”
Finn cupped my cheeks and kissed me back, his warm tongue soft and pliant against mine as I sipped from his mouth, greedily accepting the comfort he was offering me.
“We don’t have to if you don’t want to,” I rumbled between kisses.
“Of course I want to.” His words were little promises, dusting over my mouth like a gentle sprinkle of confetti.
I sighed in relief, pressing my forehead against his.
“Thank you,” I breathed, and he traced my cheekbone with his fingertip.
“Don’t thank me. I’m so… I don’t know. It means a lot to me that you want to do this with me. Have you ever bottomed before?”
I chuckled and shook my head. “No. There’s never been anyone I’ve wanted to do it with.”
Finn looked absolutely shocked, and then his features softened into something so tender and precious that I could have wept from the intense feeling of adoration that welled in my chest.
“So… in a way, we’ll be each other’s firsts?”
I nodded, kissing his warm cheek right above one of his adorable little dimples.
“Yeah, sweet boy. You’ll be my first.”
Alexa Play: Anchor by Novo Amor
My feelings for Jake were already so strong that sometimes they overwhelmed me. The fact that he was trusting me with something like this felt like such a huge honor. I was so full of emotion that I was shaking.
He noticed immediately and buried his face in my neck. Gently, he nipped and sucked, his breath puffing just below my ear, making my toes curl.
“You’re shaking,” he murmured, and I nodded, swallowing hard in an attempt to push back the strange buzzing sensation that was curling in my gut.
“This feels… huge,” I whispered, and he nodded, leaving one more kiss on my jaw.
“LikeI said, we don’t have to…”
“I want to,” I said firmly, and he smiled at me as I pressed a hand gently against his sternum. His chest hair was somehow both coarse and soft at the same time, and I rubbed my lips over his collarbone as I gently pressed him off me and onto the bed.
He allowed me to guide him, leaning back on his elbows as I switched our positions. My fingers were shaking as I hooked them into the waistband of his shorts, sliding them down his hips to expose his perfect, hard cock.
My mouth flooded with saliva at the sight of it, and my breath caught in my throat. I didn’t think I would ever get used to seeing him fully naked.
He was perfect.
The blueprint.
He was the type of man that I was sure an artist would die to paint.
I wasn’t an artist.
Not even close.
But even I could see he was beautiful.
