When my lips touch his, it’s slow. Deep, but gentle. I want him to feel it. Not just in his body, but in his bones.
Thisisreal, baby.
We’re real.
Jackson’s hands slide down my back, then to my waist, gripping hard like he needs something solid to hold onto.
I press my forehead to his. “Tell me what you want,” I whisper.
“You,” he breathes. “Always you. Like this. Face-to-face. No rushing.”
My throat tightens. I kiss his cheek. His jaw. The corner of his mouth.
“I can do that,” I murmur. “I’ll always give you what you need, Jack.”
Jackson’s eyes go shiny, and he blinks like he’s trying to clear it away.
I don’t let him.
I kiss the tears he’ll try to pretend aren’t there. Kiss his eyelids and the tip of his nose. Then I slide down, hands on his hips, and tug his pants off.
Jackson inhales sharply and I inch him back toward the pillows.
“Lube?” he mewls as I flick my tongue over his nipple.
Reaching over to the bedside table, I take out the little travel-sized bottle I stowed there earlier. I click it open, squirt some over my fingers, and then press them to his hole. Teasing at first, and once I feel him relax, I slide one in.
“Tell me if anything feels off,” I say, pumping my finger inside him. “Your stomach. Your head. Make sure you talk to me.”
Jackson’s lips twitch and his eyes flutter closed when I add the second finger. “Micromanaging.”
“Damn right,” I murmur, and I kiss him again, slow and deep. Then I pull back, wipe off my hands, and apply more lube to him and my dick.
He adjusts slightly, then slowly wraps his legs around my waist and pulls me closer. I press the head of my cock to his hole and push in carefully, watching his face the entire time.
Jackson exhales, eyes fluttering. “Oh…fuck,” he whispers.
I stop and hold still. “You okay?” I ask, situating myself so I’m resting on one arm near his head, my other hand gripping his thigh. “Good?”
“Good. So fucking good, baby.”
The rhythm starts slow, gentle thrusts as I keep it controlled. Jackson’s nails dig into my back, and he keeps his eyes on me like he’s anchoring himself.
This isn’t the kind of sex you have to forget. It’s the kind you have to remember.
Remember that you’re wanted.
Remember that you’re safe.
Remember that happiness isn’t something you have to earn by suffering first.
Jackson’s breath breaks and he pulls me closer, mouth pressed to mine, and whispers, “You’re… you’re so fucking good to me, Dre. God… I love you so fucking much.”
I kiss him like it’s a vow.
“I’ve always loved you,” I whisper, because I want it carved into his heart. “I’m never going to stop loving you.”Thrust.“Until the day I die, I’m going to love you, Jackson.”Thrust.“And then forever afterward.”
When he starts to shake, I slow down, sliding my hand between us to wrap around his cock, stroking him just a little faster than I’m fucking him. Jackson’s face goes open, helpless in the way he only is with me.
