“Things.”
He pressed his palm to my cheek. I leaned into it and nodded. It had been hard enough for me to get that much out.
“Do you mean sex?”
Another nod.
“It looks like that was hard for you to say.”
“Mmm.”
“Well, in that case, your telling was extra brave, and your bravery deserves a reward.”
“How do you reward bravery, Daddy?” It was the first time I’d let that slip out. I waited for him to correct me.
He didn’t, instead saying, “By giving the brave boy exactly what he asked for.”
Chapter Ten
August
I thought this was all about dinner…but after we finished and the plates were cleared, my brave boy told me exactly what he wanted from the evening. And I’d have been less than human not to feel the same way.
My bedroom was upstairs, and it was one of the finished rooms, for which I was grateful. There was nothing romantic about drop cloths and spackled walls. I’d made it my first priority partly because two generations of my family before me had their marriage beds in there, and I wanted it to be ready for my story.
If I ever had one—which at the time, I’d had doubts about.
But tonight was certainly a page from that story, and one I looked forward to filling in all the parts of. The rainbow bear was a reminder of one part of our time together. Tonight would not have any souvenirs, but my heart pounded so hard, I knew I’d never forget any part of it. Guiding Hal up the stairs, I looped an arm around his waist and brought him close to me, not wanting there to be any distance between us. We paused on the landing, long enough for a sweet kiss but when it deepened, I pulled back. “We’re never going to make it to the bed, this way.”
He chuckled, leaning back in. “I don’t care where we land, as long as you’re on top.”
“Well, I care. Because these steps have had the carpet pulled up, and they are not going to be very comfortable. For you. If I’m on top.” Grabbing his hand again, I rushed up the last flight and down the hallway to the room I’d put so much effort into.
Not that I expected him to notice right now.
Inside the room, we kissed again and hurried to undress one another, clothing flying every which way. I tugged the quiltsdown and guided Hal to lie down on the cool cotton sheets. Flicking on the bedside lamp, I sat on the edge of the mattress and took in the sight I’d been fantasizing about every night when I went to sleep. The lamplight gave his skin a luminous glow.
None of my waking or sleeping dreams held the emotional or physical impact of this man in my bed. Holding out his arms to me and smiling. My own love story?No…don’t overthink this. Accept that it’s one beautiful, incredible night. Stay in the moment and appreciate it.The future would be there tomorrow, to live then.
For now, I lay beside him and gathered him into my arms, stroking my hands down his sides and shivering at his soft groan. Hal’s cock jutted into the air, and I wanted it in my mouth, but not yet. Teasing both myself and him, I brushed delicate kisses over his lips, his cheeks, his eyebrows, learning the planes and angles of his face. Trailing kisses down his throat, pausing to nibble his earlobes before giving attention to his flat male nipples.
A sharp gasp showed me how sensitive they were, and I stayed there, nibbling, licking, and sucking lightly until he pushed on my shoulders. “Please, I need…”
In most cases I’d ask him to use his words, but we both knew what he meant. Those were enough words for me to understand. There would be time for other types of communication. For now, he wanted my lips around his cock, and I was more than happy to do that for him. For me. For both of us.
He tasted as good as I’d expected, the salty tang making me even harder, and the moment he erupted down my throat, I was up on my elbows, licking my lips. Reaching into the bedside drawer for lube and condoms and preparing us both, Rolling the condom on. Squeezing lube onto my palm and using it to slick the condom up.
“You’re taking too long,” he growled, and I looked down at him, surprised. He’d just come…but he wanted more.
What a good boy.
But I wasn’t going to rush, didn’t want to hurt him, and two lubed fingers showed me how tight he was. So, although he still begged, I refused to be rushed, stretching him, scissoring my fingers, murmuring encouragement. “You’re almost ready, Hal. Patience.”
“I have zero patience left!” He bucked his hips under me. “I want you now!”
“Demanding is a very sexy thing.” I withdrew my fingers and replaced them with my cock. “And how could I possibly resist you?”
He didn’t reply, and I didn’t speak again for a while, as we clung together, caught up in the whirlwind of passion. I drove in, again and again, grateful I’d taken the time to lube him and myself well. My balls tightened, and I wanted to hold back, wanted to make it last, but that wasn’t happening.
