“I love you, too.” It’s the unshakeable truth.
It’s impossible to push this thing between us away any longer.
“Kiss me,” I whisper as his lips hover above mine. I want him to devour me.
He wastes no time, and we kiss and kiss and kiss. It’s messy and dirty and feels sinful as we grind our hips together and explore each other’s bodies with our curious hands. Eventually, after what feels like hours but is probably only minutes, our kiss slows again. He shifts his attention, brushing his lips across the apple of my cheek, one and then the other, then my forehead, my temple, before laying a trail of kisses across my jaw toward my ear, where he mutters softly against the shell, “For years, I’ve replayed what it would feel like to kiss you again.”
“Me too,” I pant breathlessly, trying to ignore the way he’s rubbing my clit with his hard length, which is impressive and big enough to have me walking funny for days. I’m sure of it.
His jaw tightens when he clenches his teeth, and I can tell he’s desperately trying to hold himself back from fucking me. I wish he would, because the two of us are so worked up, making me feel like a teenager all over again, but his parents are sleeping down the hall. We can’t.
“God, that feels so good.” I gasp, tilting my neck to the side, inviting him to lick, bite, kiss, do anything he’ll give me, which he does until I’m rocking my hips against his with wild abandon. We should stop, but my body and mind really need to get the memo.
“Shhhh. You’ll wake my parents up.” On outstretched arms, he stops kissing me and looks at me with worried eyes crinkled at the edges. “I don’t want to fuck this up with you. You have my word; I’ll take care of your heart.”
With every bone in my body, every beat of my heart, I love this man.
“And we can take things slow,” he suggests.
I laugh, then say, “I’m almost completely naked. This isn’t slow.” I run my hands through his floppy locks I’ve always had a soft spot for. “But I think that’s a great idea. Although from what I can tell so far, I quite like the look of your penis, and I mightneed to see it sooner.” Heat floods my cheeks. Oh, great, as if I haven’t embarrassed myself enough, now I seem to have a case of verbal diarrhea. “Sorry, I mean, it’s big, sorry, not big, thick, nope, that’s not what I meant either, it’s…”
He makes me lose all train of thought when he pushes his hips into mine again, my arousal soaking my panties. “You can have a look at him now if you want.”
“I thought we were taking things slow?” I’m so tempted to look, but instead, my insecurities spill out. “And you’ve never seen me naked before.”
“I don’t need to see you naked to know I’m already obsessed with you.” His eyes respectfully stay glued to mine.
I let out a contented sigh, and for a moment, I consider that this might not be real, but I somehow stepped into a weird dimension days ago, and now I’m living out my dream. This is exactly what I’ve wanted for as long as I can remember.
“There’s no harm in looking.” He teases the head of his cock against my lace-covered clit, harder this time and with the perfect amount of pressure that allows me to feel his piercing rub against it. “Just looking, but you do have permission to touch if you want.” He grunts.
I really want to because taking things slow has never sounded so dreadful.
He dips his chin, gesturing to the space between us, and I glance down without needing to be told twice.
“Holy shit,” I say the first thing that comes to mind, then, “It’s big.” And beautiful and velvety looking. Unable to stop myself, I move my hand between us to touch him for the first time.
“It’ll fit,” he replies confidently, hissing when my fingers brush across the tip of his cock. “Do you like the piercing?” There’s a wild gruffness in his question. And I watch withfascination as a pearl of precum beads from the tip, the shiny jewelry glinting at me, as if begging me to touch it.
“Yes.” I hiss when he cups my pussy over my panties, and just when I think he’s going to push his hand inside of them, instead, he stops and travels his lips down my body, moving his cock away from my desperate fingers before he sucks my exposed nipple into his mouth. Licking it gently with his tongue, he flicks it, lashing at it with urgency, cupping my tit with his hand, and rolling my other nipple between his deft fingers. My body aches for him to touch me everywhere.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.” Leon bites my nipple harder than I expected, making them pucker into tighter peaks.
I lay my arm over my mouth to muffle my moans of ecstasy as a delicious hit of pleasure shoots through me, sending a rush of arousal flooding between my legs.
“We shouldn’t be doing this,” Leon says, moving further down my body, kissing my stomach. He stops just above the waistline of my panties. “We should take our time.” He drags his nose down over the fabric, inhaling me so deep he’ll smell how turned on I am. Then he does something completely unexpected—he tongues my clit through the thin fabric. My back arches off the bed, and my fingers dig into his scalp to keep him there as I move my foot on top of his shoulder. “Greedy girl.” His warm breath against my skin feels hotter than a volcano. “Not yet.” He licks me again, causing a surge of energy to course through my core, before he moves upward again, bracketing me with his body. “Patience.” He bites his bottom lip between his teeth suggestively.
My endurance is wearing thin. If he doesn’t let me come soon, I might have a full-on chemical explosion.
So, we really are taking this slow? Goddammit. He’s right, but I hate that for us.
Although I’ve been waiting half my life for him, so what do a few more days, weeks, or months matter?
Months? Hell no. I won’t wait that long. I understand why, and it makes sense, but the sexual chemistry between us has always been there. By admitting how we feel, we’ve turned the dial to a hundred. I’m both ready and not all at once.
Staring at the beautiful man above me, the man I’ve spent almost every day with since I was eighteen, I note the vein in his neck pulses hard as if he’s doing everything within his power to restrain himself.
“I want to date you… properly,” he states firmly.
