“Sorry,” he panted out, his eyes still closed.
“Don’t be. Don’t ever be sorry for anything.”
I was panting. Aroused. A few sharp tugs and I would follow him right over that edge. Join him, paint him with my release.
His leg slid off my body as I rose up, one hand holding me up by his side. The other jerking myself off.
I wanted to mark him. Bite down on that skin. I wanted to own him. Pack him up and take him home with me. Have him watch me the way he did now. In awe. In wonder. And with that look on his face that absolutely matched mine.
Fear. So much fucking fear.
Because there was something here, and I thought he felt it too. Like he felt every shudder in my body. The fog in my brain. He clouded everything, and all that was left of me was sharp and clear.
This was why this should have ended. And why it had not?
I couldn’t even start to explain it. But my release was sharp and almost painful. Shooting out of me and landing on him as he watched. A small trickle of saliva from his mouth. All of it…mine.
I wanted to kiss him. I wanted to just smother him with my body, lie on top of him until we just melted into one.
I wanted him. More than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.
But I was human and sensible and I plonked myself down at his side, sorting out his arm so my head could rest against his chest. I just lay there as he wrapped me up. Arranged his legs and placed his foot against mine. The two of us, just tangled on dirty sheets.
“Noah,” he whispered.
“Fox,” I whispered back. And just then? That was all we needed to say.
He seemed to come to, a while later, when the breeze from the ceiling fan was pricking my skin.
“You really like…you know…eating arse, don’t you?” It was a serious question; there was no mockery in his voice.
“It’s called rimming, Fox.” I was smiling. Because yes, I was figuring out that this was just him. Saying things out loud, even those things I never would.
“Yes, but you like it. It’s like the first thing you go for. A bit of foreplay and then your tongue is up my arse.”
“Do you mind?” The smile on my face should have worried me but strangely didn’t. I liked that we talked.
“Like I would. I mean, how fast did I come this time? It’s almost embarrassing.”
“No. It’s hot.”
“Hot.”
“Arousing. Enticing. I like that I can make you come.”
“You make me come. I don’t worry about that. Not with you. Do you prefer topping?”
“I… Honestly, I don’t know. I haven’t…been with the same person long enough to figure that out. The…handful of hook-ups I’ve had have all been…different. I’ve asked for different things, and when we’ve actually been…you know. In the throes of it all, I’ve wondered if I asked for the right thing. I liked topping you. I also loved when you fucked me. So, to answer your question?”
“You’re vers. And that is great, because we can just go with the vibe.”
“We’re going to do this again?”
“Of course. We still have a few days left of this holiday. I plan to fuck you and get fucked. This is all too good not to take advantage of.”
“So you’re taking advantage of me?” I was laughing, weirdly so. The realisation that I was having fun? That was a weird one to swallow. And swallow I did. Strange flavours at the back of my throat. I needed to go clean up. Brush my teeth. All that.
“Yes. And you didn’t order dessert.”
