I rub my nose against his ear. “Please let me show you how I feel.”
Silas pulls away, turning to look into my eyes. He reaches across himself, grabbing his elbow, as if tensing for a blow.
I let him see the truth of everything I’m feeling inside. I swallow thickly, waiting for his answer.
“Okay.”
I nearly drop from relief. Instead, I take his hand and lead him into the bedroom. Turning on a lamp, I adjust it to the lowest setting, then pull him face-to-face with me.
“May I kiss you? Touch you?”
His expression turns shy, and he nods.
I touch my lips to his, and he leans into the kiss, his hands coming to my shoulders, dragging me in a little closer. I kiss his mouth, his jaw, up and down his neck as my hands explore his back. His ass.
I thumb the button on his jeans, a silent question. He nods.
Slowly, I undress him, placing more kisses on the exposed areas of his body. Care and relief and desire ping around my insides.
We lie in bed, and I grab the lube. Gently, carefully, I open him for me. I’m tempted to check in with him, but I know he prefers it when I’m simply in charge, showing him how I feel. So that’s what I do.
Once we’re both naked and prepped, I turn off the dim lamp and push him back against the pillows. I position myself between his legs in the dark, kissing him more deeply. Pressing gently at his entrance, I slip inside him. He gasps.
“Sore?” I ask, unable to see his face.
“Yes. You’re perfect.”
I smile and kiss him as I carefully work my way in to the hilt. We kiss and make love in the pitch black. I say nothing, using only my body to show him that I mean it. He likes the heaviness, the way it feels to be pushed into the mattress. So today I let him feel my full mass, and he relaxes beneath me. Totally, completely.
Wrapping his legs around my hips, he deepens our kisses, thrusting up as I roll down on him, his cock hard against my belly. Finally, he cries out, spilling between us. I follow quickly after, filling him just like he likes. I stay inside him, trapping him under my bulk for several more minutes. Waiting until his cock is hard again. I don’t have to wait long. With a smile, I pull out and enjoy his complaining whine.
Kissing down his body, I plug him with two fingers to keep my cum inside him. I nuzzle against his cock with my beard, slipping my tongue between his foreskin and cockhead, licking him clean before taking him into my mouth. I suck and finger-fuck him until he’s arching up again, filling my mouth, whispering my name like a chant. A prayer.
“I love you so much,” he whispers on a sob.
The words are on the tip of my tongue, but I need to see his face when I say them. I want him to understand they don’t come from the emotion of the moment, but because I can’t imagine saying those words to anyone else.
I would love to say that the meeting at Wimberley fixed everything, but that was never a realistic expectation. It did, however, start a dialogue. First between Erik and Papa. Papa has always loved horses but was always told he was too large to ride. Erik, who isn’t as heavy as Papa but certainly as tall, scoffed at the notion.
“We just need to find you a big enough horse.”
Sparrow, our horse whisperer friend, has a nose for rescues. He was working with a Clydesdale rescue, and when he found out that there was a potential rider, he couldn’t wait to introduce them. I wasn’t there, but Papa sent me a picture. That may be the first time I’ve ever seen Papa look small. The Clydesdale—Jane—is massive. Despite missing an ear and her tail, she hasn’t lost her sweetness. Sparrow took a video of Papa riding her around the paddock, and he looked like a little kid, laughing and happy.
My favorite picture is at the end of the ride, when Papa dismounted and pressed his forehead to Jane’s forehead, clearly touched by the experience.
Dad texts me separately, just a few minutes after we receive the picture.
Dad: I think we should all have dinner together.
Me: Yeah?
Dad: Yeah. Maybe on your rooftop?
Dad: Just you, Silas, and the dads? I can make my lasagna.
The fact that Dad used Silas’s name makes my chest contract. Also, his lasagna could be used to broker peace between warring nations. It’s that good.
I talk it over with Silas, and he agrees. He reaches out to his fathers, who readily accept our invitation.
