“Time-taking is for round two,” Andy explained, breathless.
“Round two?” I asked.
Andy laughed, hooking his foot around my ankle and rolling us both over on the wide bed, sealing our mouths together for another kiss even as he pinned me to the mattress between his gorgeously soft thighs.
“Yeah, round two,” he said, so close the tips of our noses were touching.
I didn’t get a chance to answer before his mouth was on me again, hot and demanding, hips grinding down with increasing urgency.
The crinkling of the condom wrapper and lube packet punctuated the gasps and sighs between us as Andy made his need increasingly clear, hissing as I finally trailed slick fingers up the inside of his thigh.
“Oh fuck yes,” he mumbled against my jaw, hips rocking in tight little circles, a preview of what I was about to be in for.
I couldn’t remember feeling this genuinely wanted in my entire life.
Andy whimpered and gasped so beautifully that I was tempted to see if I could bring him off with just my fingers, the heat of his body clenching deliciously around me as he shuddered through surge after surge of arousal when I touched him just the right way.
But this was a first time, and I wanted to be close to him. Closer still than we were now, sheathed inside his body and caught tight.
I’d wanted him for so long that I couldn’t accept anything less.
“Kit,” he gasped, rough and breathless. “Please.”
“Anything you want,” I promised him again. “Anything.”
I watched in awe as he sat up, braced against my chest, hips rolling back until the head of my cock was pressed against him.
Andy grinned at me, the way he had a thousand times, and then held his breath as he pushed down, stomach clenching, thighs crushingly tense, holding me in place.
A whole-body satisfied sigh punctuated him bottoming out, hips locked with mine as though they’d been made to fit together.
“Hey Kit?” he said, looking down at me as he wriggled to get comfortable, fingers splaying wider on my chest. “You’ve got a big dick.”
I snorted, running a hand up his thigh and between his cheeks, making him gasp as my fingertips brushed where we were joined.
“And you like that,” I said.
“Are you kidding?” Andy’s grin broadened, hips grinding down experimentally. “Iloveit.”
I laughed, surging up to kiss him, tipping him into my lap and grabbing both hips, thrusting up into him and thrilling at the welcoming warmth of his body, tight around me.
No one had ever been as perfect as Andy was.
“Ooh, you play dirty,” Andy said, grinding down against me, angling his hips so his cock left a sticky trail of precome on my belly.
“And you likethat, too,” I said, confident that for once in my life, I was exactly what someone wanted.
Of course it was Andy. I’d known Andy was special from our first hello.
“Mmhmm,” Andy agreed, catching my lips again as he rocked in my lap, the two of us too busy smiling and laughing to kiss properly.
This was what it was meant to be like, I thought. This easy, happy, playful coming together full of laughter and joy.
Andy sucked and nipped his way along my jawline, hips jerking against me as he panted in my ear, needy little sounds and cut-off gasps telling me how much fun he was having.
“God you feel good,” came out as a breathless whisper. “You’ve been holding out on me.”
I wanted to say that we only hadn’t been doing this for the past three years because I was too afraid of losing what we had to risk it, but that would have required more command of English than I currently had left.
