“I can’t tell you how exciting this is,” Kit murmured.
“You could show me?” I suggested, toying with his fingers.
This was adorable.
I laughed as Kit leaned in for a kiss, fingertips resting on my cheek, so gentle and uncertain that my heart ached.
The mattress squeaked under us as he eased me back onto the bed, climbing into my lap and settling there as I leaned against the headboard, grinning into his mouth at the thought of having Kit in my lap.
He gasped as my hands trailed up his thighs, fingertips sneaking up into his underwear, spelling out what I wanted while my mouth was occupied.
“You’re overdressed,” Kit mumbled into my mouth, both hands sliding under my sweater, gaining confidence.
Good. I wanted himconfidentthat he could unwrap me like a Christmas present whenever he liked, and I wanted him to take advantage of that as many times as he could.
We had three years of catching up to do.
I hummed against his jaw as he shoved my sweater up and tugged at my jeans, eager fingers pushing my underwear out of the way, curling around my cock.
Every inch of his skin was so tempting that I couldn’t pick just one place to touch, dipping my fingers into the back of his underwear, sliding them up his spine just to feel him shiver, gripping his thighs and imagining my hands leaving a mark there, like writing my name all over him.
“Can’t believe we’re doing this in the middle of the day,” Kit murmured, nipping at my lower lip, stroking both of us together.
“Oh, your weekends are about to getweird,” I said, grinning as he rocked against me, our foreheads pressed together.
A drop of precome spilling out of his cock and rolling down mine made me hiss, hand slipping into his underwear and grabbing a handful of his ass to pull him closer. Deargod, he was perfect.
“Andy,” Kit gasped, breathless, bouncing in my lap now like he was riding a thoroughbred.
I chuckled at the thought that he would’ve known more about it than me, but it turned into a broken moan as he surged forward to kiss me, pinning me to the headboard and taking what he needed, the whole bed creaking under us.
The most gorgeous little whimper spilled into my mouth, Kit’s thighs tightening, built-up tension making him tremble.
“It’s okay babe,” I told him between kisses. “You come your cute little brains out whenever you want.”
A cut-off cry went straight to my cock, hips jerking up into Kit’s fist as he did exactly what I’d told him to in tight little thrusts that finished with a whimper and a sticky mess.
He looked at me with soft, unfocused eyes, blinking slowly, and this was maybe the hottest moment of my life so far.
I pushed him down onto the mattress, claiming his mouth with teeth and tongue and jerking myself until I came all over his stomach, too, adding to the mess there.
Kit stared up at me, mouth hanging open, cheeks flushed, body spent.
I managed one last sloppy kiss and then collapsed onto the bed beside him, taking two heaving breaths before I reached out to search for his hand between us and curl my fingers around it.
After a minute or two of exhausted panting, he cleared his throat.
“That was...”
“Hot,” I finished for him.
“Yes,” he agreed. “Babe?”
“Just slipped out,” I said. “You don’t have to be Babe if you don’t want to.”
“I will accept whatever pet name you choose to bestow on me,” Kit said, still catching his breath. “Come my cute little brains out?”
“We can negotiate on the dirty talk,” I said, grinning up at the ceiling. “There are alotof things I wanna hear you say.”
