Andy distracted me with another kiss, keeping my attention on the warmth of his mouth, the cleverness of his tongue, the delicious friction of skin against skin as he shifted, the mattress protesting under him.
If only the shy teenager I’d been the last time I slept here could see what was in store for him a decade later. Could see the kind, beautiful man he’d be taking to bed, who’d laugh with him and kiss him and love him, body and soul.
Andy might not havesaidas much, but just now I felt very loved indeed.
I gasped as his fingers slipped between my thighs, brushing sensitive places on the way to their final goal, warm and slick and confident.
“I got you,” Andy said, catching my lips for another long, slow kiss as he teased me, firm and relentless, the wait agonizing and the eventual breach blissful relief after the tightly-wound coil of anticipation.
All the tension I’d been holding unraveled at once, falling in a heap in the pit of my stomach as my back arched, body eager for pleasure, for Andy, for as much of this as I could get.
Andy laughed into my mouth, cock dripping precome onto my thigh as he shifted again.
“You wanna do this on your stomach?” he asked. “Might be easier.”
I shook my head. “I want to see you. And…” I bit my lip.
“And?” Andy prodded.
“I want to feel it in the morning so I know for certain this isn’t all a dream,” I said in a rush.
Andy paused, backing off an inch to look at me, fingers still working rhythmically but eyes serious, just for a moment before they softened again.
“If it is,” he said. “We really need to talk about doing this for real in the morning.”
I laughed as he kissed me again, the happiness welling up in my chest refusing to be contained.
I didn’t really think this was a dream, but if it was, I never wanted to wake up. I wanted to stay asleep, living in perpetual happiness and pleasure with Andy, forever.
A heartfelt moan rumbled in my chest as Andy shifted us both again, fingers gone and the hot head of his cock in their place, pressed up against me.
“Ready?”
“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life,” I said.
Andy laughed. “A nod would’ve worked.”
I took a breath to object that I was only trying to be clear, but it turned into a moan as Andy rolled his hips forward, steady pressure making my heart pound in my ears.
Oh, this wasgood. This was exactly what I’d wanted.
Andy rested his forehead against mine, panting for breath just as badly as I was, the two of us pausing for a moment, adjusting to the feel of each other’s bodies.
“Been a while since I’ve done this,” Andy said, gasping for air.
“That’s my line,” I teased, shivering as a happy wave of tingles washed over me at the feeling of being so intimately joined to a man I felt so strongly about.
Iwasserious about him. That hadn’t been a lie to shut my so-called friends up.
I was afraid to think that he was the love of my life, the person I wanted to spend all my days with until my bones were dust. But fear wasn’t quite enough, for once, to stop me thinking it anyway.
“We’ll go slow,” Andy promised, rubbing the tip of his nose against mine. “We’ve got all night.”
He kissed me again, and I knew I could never have enough of this. Never enough of Andy licking his way into my mouth, claiming me as thoroughly as possible as our bodies began to move together, sighs and moans joining the baseline of the mattress creaking and the pulses of the sleepy city outside.
In here, we were warm, safe, comfortable, and together. Like I always wanted us to be.
“You feel wonderful,” I whispered against Andy’s lips, hands roaming over his skin again. I couldn’t get enough of it either, the feel of it shifting over his muscles as he moved, the scent and taste of it filling my senses as I mouthed my way down his neck, stopping to suck the sweat away from the crook.
