“You’re okay.” He says
Felix continues combing his fingers through my hair and says, “You’re okay. You’re okay.”
He says it over and over again, and soon his voice shiftsand….
“You’re okay.”
I wake up in Felix’s arms with my head resting on his chest. His heartbeat draws me away from the dream, calming my racing mind. I clench my eyes shut and listen, the steady rhythm lulling me into a state of tranquility.
“Are you okay?” he asks.
I lift my head from his chest and look at him. “I am,” I say in total shock. I am okay. I don’t think I’ve woken up feeling this light in my entire life.
We’re together on my bed, and I glance outside to see it’s dark. Now I remember climbing down the ladder and falling asleep in his arms. I must have been asleep for hours.
“You were whimpering, and I just didn’t know if you were having a nightmare. I wasn’t sure if I should wake you up, but you sounded scared, so…”
Felix looks at me with knitted brows, his eyes kind and caring.
“I’m sorry—that was dumb. Should have let you sleep. I just didn’t—”
Without even thinking, I kiss him. I don’t have words for how grateful I am to have him here at this moment, and kissing him feels like the only way to thank him.
I pull back, meeting his shocked gaze. A surprised smile creeps onto his face, so I kiss him again. This time, slower, savoring his taste and cupping his cheek with my hand. He makes a startled sound, but he doesn’t push me away. No, he wraps his arms around me, and I melt into his embrace—our lips quickly finding a rhythm. He doesn’t taste like bubblegum this time—he tastes like him. There’s nothing masking his taste.
Our kissing grows frantic, desperate. My body pushesforward, pressing him to the bed. When I pull back, I see the droopy-eyed look on his face.
“Thank you,” I whisper.
Felix cocks his head to the side. “For what?” he asks.
“For being you and letting me talk. For not running away.”
Felix sits up and pulls me close. “You don’t have to thank me for that. I want you to trust me. You can tell me anything.”
Something takes over me, not the beast that I try to suppress, but something else—a deep yearning. I need to touch him. My lips find his again, and I start sliding his t-shirt up. I pull back to slide it over his head, then take off my top.
We kiss, bare-chested, my hands finding his smooth skin. I don’t want to overpower or control him. I just need a connection—to link our bodies and feel him against me. I don’t even care if we have sex; I just need him close.
But, soon, passion takes over. We tear off our pants, tossing them aside before pulling each other closer, reveling in the taste of each other’s lips.
Once Felix is naked, I look down to see his stiff cock leaking at the head. The pink shade contrasting with his pale skin makes the fire simmering inside me ignite. My hands press him to a lying position, and I crawl to his mid-section and envelop his cock with my mouth, loving the bitter taste of his precum. I suck him to the back of my throat, reveling in the sounds of pleasure it elicits from his sweet lips. He gasps as I slide my mouth up and down his shaft. My hands cup his balls, massaging them while I continue sucking. I’m not just sucking his dick. I’m worshiping Felix—treasuring him.
I always top. Always. But, tonight, I want to bottom for Felix. I want to feel him inside me. I want him to cum inside me so I can keep a part of him forever.
I’m not really sure if he even likes topping, though. “Felix. I want to ride you.”
His eyes grow wide. “Really?” His shock is kind of hilarious.
I nod, then ask. “Is that okay? Are you vers?”
Felix’s open mouth curls into a grin. “Mmhmm,” he nods. “I’m down for anything, sexy.”
I know my smile is wicked, and I spit on his dick, and slick it with my hand, stroking him and loving the way his eyes roll back. My right hand reaches for the bedside table drawer, and I grab the lube while stroking his dick.
I pour a generous amount on his cock, stroking him to ensure he’s rock solid, then position myself over him. I line his cock with my hole and slowly slide down, my head reeling back and a deep moan escaping my mouth. Once he breaches the first ring of muscle, the two of us release a collective gasp. He stares at me in awe, so I lean over and kiss him once more before sliding down all the way.
He pulls back from the kiss to yell, “Holy shit.”
