He held me tighter. A few more thrusts and he locked up tight, right where I wanted him to stay. His release poured into me, warm and thick, as his cock throbbed with its final pulses. His shoulders dropped in exhaustion and he rested his lips against my forehead.
“Can I stay here a minute?” he asked, planting kisses wherever his mouth could reach.
“As long as you want.” With our limbs twisted up together, a sense of rightness settled over me. The loneliness that had once chased me like a snapping dog felt so far away. It couldn’t possibly reach me when I was part of him.
Our breathing evened out and the sweat cooled on our skin. His cum trickled out of me with more of my own on my stomach and chest. Maybe I would mind the mess later, but right then, I just wanted to soak in it. My insides ached, and my butthole was still tingling and sore, but I was starting to miss him already. When he finally pulled out, I felt the distance, though I tried not to show it.
“Hey,” he said, drawing my attention to his face.
“Hey.” I gave a small smile.
“You okay?”
I tried to be brave. “Yeah. You?”
“Yeah.” He blinked and stared at me as if trying to decode my expression. “Did you like it?”
“Yes. I didn’t want you to leave. ”
“Me neither. I’ll stay right here until you’re ready to move.”
I nodded, grateful I didn’t have to ask. “Was it good for you?”
“So good.Youwere so good. I can’t believe I was inside you. Thank you for giving that to me, your first time.”
“You’re welcome. It was yours too,” I reminded him, and he nodded, a soft smile on his lips. My eyes stung sharply, the tell-tale sign that I would soon be crying.
“Kitten,” Cipher said and touched his fingertip to collect a tear. “What’s wrong?”
“Nothing. I liked it too. It was just kind of a lot.”
“It was kind of a lot,” he said sympathetically. “You’re growing up.”
“Yeah.”
“I am too.”
“Then why aren’t you crying?” I spluttered.
“I hold it in. You let it out, which is a lot healthier in the long run. It’s okay. Go ahead. I’ve got you.”
He rolled onto his side and held me to him while I sobbed like a baby, smearing my tears all over his smooth chest. When the torrent of emotion finally passed, a sense of calm descended, and I was able to soak up the comfort of his arms.
“I’m going to love you forever,” he whispered in my ear. “I’m going to hold you so tight and never let you go.”
“I hope so,” I said softly.
“I know so.”
NINE
CIPHER
Kitten had falleninto a deep slumber while I continued to toss and turn in our bed. Thankfully he slept like a log so my insomnia didn’t disturb him. After catching a few hours of restless sleep, I then laid awake as the light changed from total darkness to a pre-dawn twilight to the buttery yellow rays of morning sun, all the while holding him close as if someone might try to steal him away.
I watched him sleep as I had so many times before, memorizing the shape of his face so I could recall it even when he wasn’t around: two pillowy lips that were the perfect ripeness for kissing, long black lashes that fluttered as he dreamed, a single beauty mark underneath his left eye and the lightest dusting of freckles across his ski-slope nose.
I wished I had a camera to capture his perfect beauty.
