This wasdifferent. Different to hooking up with a practical stranger, exchanging a few bodily fluids, and then passing out.
I wanted to be with Felix for hours and hours, touch every inch of his skin, record every tiny reaction forever.
“Start with the tip of your index finger,” Felix said. “It’s been a while, I need you to go a little slow.”
A needy shiver ran through me as I eased my hand under him, brushing past the velvet skin of his balls, the first time I’d ever touched anyone else’s.
Felix gasped under me as I circled him, hesitating before I pushed inside his body, crossed a line I could never un-cross.
“Trust me,” Felix said softly. “You’re gonna love this as much as I do.”
The reminder thathewanted this, too, was enough to make me move, closing my eyes as I slipped the tip of my finger inside him, marveling at the smooth glide, the warmth, the way his body gripped me.
Thispart was new.
Felix bit his lip, cutting off a needy little gasp that told me I was getting this right, his flat belly clenching, muscles rippling under smooth skin.
“That’s it,” he encouraged. “Take it slow.”
Nothing in the entire world could’ve dragged my attention away from watching my finger disappear into his body, focusing on the tight heat of him, the way he wriggled under me, thighs tensing, spreading further apart, one knee drawn up so I had as much access as I could want.
Soft sighs cut out as I rocked my finger back and forth, familiar with this part at least, if a lot more cautious, and I understood what Felix meant by the sounds he was about to make.
Every one of them was incredible, the idea that I was responsible for them going straight to my cock.
For every familiar moment, something else was so incredibly new that I felt like I was drowning, but I knew Felix wouldn’t let me. I might’ve been there to kiss his scraped knees, but he’d been there for tears and fights and assignments I didn’t understand, and he’d never once let me down.
I was always safe with Felix.
I bent down to kiss him again,stillnot done with his mouth. I wasn’t convinced I ever would be, not when it was so soft and willing, so comfortable. Kissing Felix was the easiest, most natural thing in the world right now, even as I worked more fingers into his body and felt him writhe under me, drank in the sharp cry when I brushed something sensitive.
“Feel good?” I murmured against his lips, smiling to myself at his blown pupils and parted lips.
I’ddone that. I was making him look like that.
“You’re so careful,” Felix whispered.
He wasn’t teasing. He was in awe.
“Always,” I promised. “I’ll always be careful with you.”
“Want your cock,” he added, breathless, eyes shining with need.
I couldn’t rememberanyoneever looking at me quite like that.
“All yours,” I said, because right now itwasall his, I couldn’t imagine ever sharing this with anyone else. It’dneverbeen like this before.
Felix’s hands were all over me as I lined myself up, finally settling on my shoulders, one heel pressed into my back, gripping me like I might disappear if he didn’t hang on tight enough.
“Comeon,” he complained, hips rolling as I pressed the head of my cock up against him, taking deep breaths to steady myself. This? This was really crossing a line.
But I wasn’t afraid. I wasn’t nervous. All I cared about was making sure Felix enjoyed this, all I wanted was to hear him moan under me and know thatIwas doing that.
“Patience,” I whispered against his lips. “Good things come to those who wait.”
“Goode boys come alotfaster in those who don’t wait,” Felix said.
I blinked at him.
