Comfortable.
Everything about Ward felt like coming home.
“You feel so good,” I murmured against his mouth, not done kissing him yet. I wasn’t sure I’d ever be done kissing him, I couldn’t imagine wanting to stop.
“So do you,” Ward said, breaking away from my mouth to nuzzle his way down my throat, pressing open-mouthed kisses against my skin, laving his tongue over it like he was trying to memorize the way I tasted.
I moaned in the back of my throat as he ground down against me, our cocks rubbing against each other through the fabric of our underwear. Every hookup I’d ever had up until now had been rushed and impersonal and left me feeling used and guilty.
With Ward, I wanted to take my time. I wanted to feel every inch of him and kiss him until we were both drunk with it, laughing helplessly and tangled up in each other and not in any kind of hurry at all.
“Pace is perfect now,” I gasped between kisses, running my hands over the corded muscles of his back, seeking out places I could touch to make his breath hitch and his cock leak.
Ward chuckled into my mouth, rolling his hips against mine in a long, slow glide that made me dig my fingers into his back.
“Good,” he said, running the tip of his nose up the line of my neck, pausing to kiss my mouth while he built up a teasing rhythm with his hips, a preview of what I could expect later.
I laughed as he rolled the two of us over, hands on my hips as I sat up to perch on top of him. I reached out to trace his lips, his neck, the jut of his collarbones, trailing down his chest, in awe of how much he’d changed and how much he was still the same Ward.
The words to tell him all of that wouldn’t come, so I bent down to kiss him again and shoved my underwear down at the same time, moving his hand until he got the hint and pushed it out of the way. Ward’s warm bare skin against mine made fireworks go off in my brain like New Year’s Eve, and I had to have more.
“Please tell me you have lube,” I asked between needy kisses, pushing back into his hand as his fingers tensed on my butt.
“Should I tell you that whether I do or not?” Ward asked.
I pulled back to look him in the eyes. “You do though, right? You have to.”
Ward broke into a grin. “I do,” he said. “Flattered that you care so much.”
“You treat everyone you take to bed like this?” I asked, trailing my hand down his stomach to stroke him through his underwear, payback for teasing me. There was already a damp patch at the front, and I couldn’t help smiling as I kissed at the corner of his mouth, giving himjustenough pressure to make his breath hitch.
“Not everyone is you,” Ward murmured. “You’re my best friend. If Ididn’ttease you it wouldn’t feel right.”
“This feels right,” I said, searching Ward’s face to make sure I wasn’t alone in thinking that.
Ward nodded. “Yeah,” he said, voice deliciously rough and thick already. “Yeah, it feels right. It feels right to be with you.”
For a handful of heartbeats all I could make myself do was look at him, the best man I’d ever known, and try not to bounce like a toddler on a sugar high at the thought of havingallof him for the first time.
“Lube?” Ward asked after a minute.
“Do I have to get up for this?” I asked.
“‘fraid so.” Ward smiled up at me, giving my butt one last firm squeeze. “But I’ll make it worth your while.”
“You’d better.”
* * *
Everything about this was incredible,but the shy, excited little smile Ward gave me as he came back to the bed, peeling the shrink-wrap off a brand new bottle of lube and brandishing a condom was one of the most incredible things I’d ever seen.
“Told you I had it,” he said, the mattress dipping under his weight as he climbed back onto the bed.
I could hardly wait for him to pressmedown like that.
“Only took you five minutes to find.” I grinned, reaching out to him to pull him in for what must have been the hundredth time. Five minutes was too long to stop kissing Ward for.
“It’s been maybe thirty seconds at the outside,” Ward said, bumping his nose against mine. “Love that you’re as impatient as ever though.”
