James stopped abruptly as I leaned over and gave his leg a gentle squeeze. It was the only way I could give him any gentle reassurance as I drove. “It’s OK. I’m glad you’re here now.”
“Me too.”
“How long are you planning to stay? Are you going back to work on Monday?”
“Nope.”
“Have you taken another week off?”
“Nope.” I risked a glance at James, and I could see he was smirking.
“What, then? Extended holiday? Back home before Monday?” I asked.
“Just…drive me to your place and I’ll talk to you there. I’m not sure I want you driving for this conversation.”
“OK…” I wanted to ask lots of questions, but dared not to. My foot pressed down just a bit harder on the accelerator. I tried not to make it too obvious that I was speeding up, but James’ low chuckle near me indicated I’d been rumbled.
I pulled up outside the cottage and once again felt a little bit awkward. Despite my best efforts cleaning the inside, it was obvious from the outside that it had seen better days.
“I love it,” said James. He opened the door to the van and stepped out, then walked to the cottage to press one hand up against the whitewashed stone walls. “This is absolutely gorgeous, and so homely.”
“Let’s get you inside then,” I said with more confidence than I felt. I opened the door and gestured for James to go first. Hesmiled and trailed one hand along my back as he walked past me and into my home.
“Wow, this is lovely.” James looked around the hallway. “My flat in London was nice, but…never home. This feels like you’ve lived here. Like there’s history.”
“Didn’t you bring a bag?” I asked. I had suddenly noticed the lack of luggage and I worried that he had only come to say goodbye. Would he be going back to London within the day?
“I was mugged, you mug.” James laughed. “I have the shirt on my back. Everything else is at Nain’s where I left it.”
“Oh.” I still wondered if he might be going back to London pretty immediately once he had picked it all up. “So, how long…”
“Can we talk about that in a minute? I’ve got some stuff I want to do first.”
“Like?” I asked.
“You.” James turned to me and kissed me gently. I put one hand on the back of his head and kissed him back, pushing him up against the roughly hewn wall.
James’ hands wandered to my collar and I felt him start to unbutton me. I used my other hand to wander to his arse and pull him even closer and I pressed him hard against the wall.
Oh so clumsily, James pulled at my shirt till it fell off my shoulders and onto the floor.
“Bed?” he muttered between kisses. “Where is it?”
Rather than answer I took my hand from his head and moved it to join the other at the rear. Linking them, I picked him up and carried him into the bedroom that I had only slept in for the first time the night before, and dropped him onto the bed so he was laying on his back. I unbuttoned his jeans and pulled them off at the same time as his boxers, letting his cock free. With more confidence than I knew I had, I pushed his t-shirt up towards his head and kissed down his smooth, pale body, nuzzling in towards his balls before licking his shaft.
“Fuck, Llyw. Want it,” he said. I looked up at him briefly. His cheeks were flushed and his head thrown back so that he wasn’t even looking at me.
“You’ve got it,” I said before returning my mouth to his cock.
“No, I want you. Inside me. Now.”
I pulled back. “You sure?” I asked. I knew I was, despite it being my first time, not that he knew that. I would have James however he wanted me.
“Sure. Yes. Now.”
“A man of many words,” I chuckled, trying to sound confident or like I knew what I was doing. I left him lying there whilst I grabbed the supplies I had stashed in the bedside table the night before just in case this happened. I came back to James with condoms and lube in hand.
“I’ll need some preparation if I’m going to take that, though.” James nodded down towards my waist and the very obvious bulge in my jeans and I thought I felt my cheeks heat. Perhaps porn had lied to me about just how average I was.
