His fingers stumble on that one word, and I understand the feeling. It’s more than like for me.
‘So I thought…you know…I move in? We live together?’
I blink, and he lets out a small gurgle of desperation. But then I’m on him so quickly Dennis jumps up and yowls.
But I don’t care. I’m straddling his lap in the chair and kissing him roughly. This is so much better than I thought it was going to go. I was really fucking worried, but this whole time, he was just asking me to move in? Fuck.
Of course he’d make this harder than it needed to be.
When we finally pull away, his pupils are dilated, his breathing uneven.
‘Is that a yes?’ he asks when I stare at him.
‘Yes.’
He groans in relief, and I kiss him again, rocking my hipsagainst his, feeling his hands land on my ass, squeezing gently. I want more. I want to solidify this with me inside of him, but first, I need to ask some questions.
I pull away slowly, and our eyes meet. ‘I have some questions, and then I’m going to take you to the bedroom and make love to you.’
He makes a desperate whimper in the back of his throat.
‘First, do you want to live here or me with you?’
‘Here,’ he signs, and I kiss him gently.
‘Good. Now, when are you moving in?’
‘Whenever you want.’
‘How about today?’
His lips quirk up, and I lean forward to kiss them. He moans into my mouth, and I swallow each sound down. I’m so fucking hard. I want inside of him now, but I have one more question.
‘I have one thing too.’ I reach between us and touch his dick. It’s hard and throbbing in my palm. His lashes flutter a little, and I take his chin in my fingers, forcing him to look at me. I bring my hand up and touch his swollen bottom lip softly.
‘What is it?’ he asks with his free hand.
‘Not a question,’ I tell him. I lean back slightly so he can see me and make sure to sign each one clearly. ‘I.’ I point to my chest and then bring both hands up to cross my chest. ‘Love.’ My finger drags forward. ‘You.’
His gaze softens, and he pulls me into him once more, his tongue slashing into my mouth as we kiss frantically. When he rips his mouth from mine, his fingers shake slightly as he repeats it back to me.
‘Just so we’re clear, I love you too.’
Relief floods me at those words. I’m going to remember this moment for the rest of my life. ‘I figured.’
He rolls his eyes and then arches his hipsup, reminding me of what I want to do with him. Not that I forgot. I could never forget. I stand up and drag him with me. Then we stumble to the bedroom, where we lose our clothes and fall to the mattress.
He’s laid out beneath me, all rippling muscles and heat, like something decadent meant to be tasted.
So I do. I drag my tongue across his pecs and rock-hard abs, making sure to play with the piercing at the tip of his dick until he’s writhing beneath me. Then I open him up with my fingers and tongue, getting him ready for me.
I do it slowly, purposefully, until he’s using his voice to beg. That’s when I hover over him and slot my cock at his hole. His ankles wrap around my lower back as I enter him. His spine arches up as I push inside.
So tight, so hot.
So perfect.
I let out a long breath and feel his hit my cheek. When we’re connected, his hands run up my back, and he holds on to me.
