I whimper at the next stroke, his thumb rolling over the head of my cock. Then he pauses, and I'm ready to start begging.
“Do. You. Understand?” he emphasizes, and my hips rock up. I nod frantically.
“Yes… fuck, Boe. Please.” I hardly recognize my own gritty voice. Deeper with desire. Desperate.
I watch with bated breath as Bowen leans down and kisses my chest. I fight closing my eyes when he looks at me while he licks the flat of his tongue over my nipple. He kisses and nips his way down my fluttering stomach until…
“Oh, God,” I gasp. Bowen wraps his mouth around me, and I squirm, gripping the sheets so hard I'm surprised they don't tear. His eyes never leave mine, not when he sucks me to the back of his throat. But they flutter briefly when I slide my fingers into his hair.
He licks and sucks until I'm on the cusp of exploding. Then I'm pushing his head. “Boe, stop. Please. I need you. Please.” I don't even know what I'm saying, but Bowen rolls over and rips the nightstand drawer open.
He's back with a bottle of lube and a condom. He tosses the condom next to us and snaps open the lube. I spread my bent legs wider and try to calm my raging heart when his fingers reach for me.
Bowen leans over me, kissing my panting mouth. The tip of a finger swirls and swirls around my hole. Just when I think he's trying to kill me, he sinks it inside, and we both groan.
Just like the first time, Bowen is there for the stretch. The burn. He kisses and sucks at my lips. My neck. He whispers my name like a prayer until I'm lifting my hips to every thrust of his fingers.
“More,” I moan. His fingers slip free, and I watch with hooded eyes as he leans over for the condom.
My heart stutters. He didn't use a condom the first time.
The packet crinkles when he tears it open.
“Bowen, I've never had sex with anyone but you.” My admission has him snapping his eyes up to me. They're so intense, I fidget under him. My body feels empty without him. I don't want anything between us. “Have you been checked? I… If you trust me…”
He sets the packet down on the bed in his gripped fist, leaning down until our mouths are so close I can feel the whisper of his skin on mine. I jump when his slippery fingers push back inside me. In. Out. In. Out. Pressing and rubbing again the spot inside me that makes stars burst behind my eyes. My gut clenches with an oncoming orgasm. My spine tingles.
“Say it, kitten.”
“Say what?” I pant. I'm frantic for him to stop. To keep going.
“Say that you're mine.”
I'm nodding, lips bumping and eyes locked. “Yours. I'm yours.”
His fingers disappear, and he lubes his cock, then he's pushing the sweaty hair off my forehead. “Are you sure?’
My brain can't comprehend what he could possibly mean. I'm on the verge of sobbing. “If you don't fuck me right now, Bowen Briggs, I swear to gooo…yesss..” I hiss and grab at Bowen's sides.
It's everything I remember and more. The initial burn. The stretch that feels like it's going to be too much. Every inch feels like it has to be the lastuntil I'm completely impaled, and my head is thrust into that airy place I've only ever found at the end of a run.
“Look at me, kitten,” Bowen breathes. The vulnerability in his voice makes it shake.
I do. I open my eyes, and I hold Bowen as close to me as I possibly can. We're not just body to body. We're soul to soul. I hold his pulse with one hand and his side with the other.
The way intimacy dances with carnal desire is intoxicating. A gentle kiss. A thrust that sends the headboard banging into the wall. Slow hands. Teeth dug into skin.
Bowen moves to kneel between my legs, whispering, “So pretty,” as he watches his cock slide inside me. It's hard. Soft and perfect. It's tender and raw. I never want it to end.
I'm whimpering and rolling my head back and forth on the bed under him. Trying to lift my hips to meet every hard thrust. He drags against my prostate with every move of his hips and I'm gasping. Bowen licks his palm, wraps it around my cock, and two strokes later, I'm shouting his name.
All I can hear, all I can see, all I can smell is him.
It's all I ever want.
Bowen
Two years.
