It’s gentle and unhurried, lips drifting over lips, hands roaming quietly over skin. I map every inch, reorientingmyself with his body. It hasn’t been that long, but with everything that’s passed between us, it feels like ages.
He rolls onto his back and takes me with him. I slide my hand down his neck, over his strong chest, and through his dusting of dark hair. So strong, so alive, sohere.I pull on his nipple piercing, and he hisses into my mouth, his dick twitching against me.
Whoops.
He chuckles against my lips. “Careful there, or I won’t be able to control myself.”
I push up, which rubs our half-hard dicks together. I bite my lip and stare down at him: cheeks lightly flushed, lids low, lips swollen.
I’ve missed him so fucking much. I shake my head slowly. “Don’t control yourself.”
It wasn’t what I intended for tonight. I just wanted to be here for him. But now that we’re here, skin to skin, heart to heart. I need to be closer. I need the intimacy.
Jed dips his chin in a nod. He pulls my boxers down over my ass, and I help him push them the rest of the way off. He slips out of bed and shuffles around in his moving boxes. Then a bottle of lotion lands next to me. When I look up, Jed’s boxers are gone.
My heart goes from calm to chaos in the next breath. Because there he is, all hard-earned muscles, a tease of dark chest hair over pecs I desperately want to sink my teeth into, a nipple piercing Ineedto sink my teeth into. And that deep-set V that leads straight to where his cock is standing tall and proud from his trimmed black pubes. I lick my lips.
“Sunshine,” he warns, a tremor sliding through the word.
One of his knees presses into the bed, then he crawls over me. He grabs some lotion, then slides one slick palmover me and the other over himself. My stare is locked on his dick, the crown swallowed by his foreskin with each stroke. My breath quickens. He’s loose with his touch, careful, almost…reverent. It’s not a grip to get off, it’s a caress.
Then he lies back and pulls me over him again. He reaches for my hips, adjusts me until our dicks are slotted against each other.
“Like this,” he murmurs. “Slow.”
I can’t look away from those deep-brown eyes. I see it in their depths. The need for connection. I lower myself, forearms around his head. Hover there. Eyes locked.
He rocks his hips, hands gripping my ass and moving me in rhythm with him. Our dicks slip against each other, crowns bumping and grazing.
Warmth seeps into me, spreads beneath my skin, lazy and unhurried. Like standing in front of a hearth and letting the heat from the fire warm you from the outside in. Our pants mingle in the small space between us. But neither of us moves to close the distance, to break the connection.
I’ve never felt more vulnerable in my life, having someone peer into the depths of who I am while desire slides over my skin. His fingers squeeze, and he presses into me that little bit harder. But then relaxes immediately, almost like he forgot himself.
“Slow,” he says unsteadily. A reminder for himself.
I lean on one arm and run my knuckles over his angular jaw, his sharp cheekbone. “Slow.”
He grinds into me, and my eyes flutter shut as another wave of lust rolls through me. It’s subtle, like calm waters lapping at the shore. Creeping in before slowly pulling away.
My eyes drift open, and I find him watching me. Thosebrown eyes touch every inch of me, do the job his hands can’t because they’re locked on my hips. But I feel them, like the graze of fingertips over my cheeks, across my lips.
“I could look at you forever,” he whispers.
Then do it.
I swallow hard, and another rush of pleasure rolls over me. Stronger now. Those words settle over me, hot, heady…heartwarming.
And he knows. Because he keeps going, loving whispered words folding around me. “I think getting lost in your eyes is my favorite place to be. So blue. So expressive. You tell stories with them, without saying a word.” His gaze dips. “That smile. Playful. Fresh. Cocky. Even the fake one. I want every single one.”
He grips me tighter and gently rolls us so he’s on top. His hips sink deeper into mine, his heavier weight giving us the friction our heated bodies quietly crave. Our hands trade places, mine on his hips and his coming up to sink into my hair, cup my jaw.
“I want to steal you away.” His faint words wrap around my heart.
“Steal me.”
Forever.
Pressure coils at the base of my spine. My muscles clench, tighten as they wait for that bliss looming just out of reach. It’s right there, right beneath the surface.
