A finger dips into my jeans but not past my briefs.
I bite his full bottom lip and grind against him, encouraging his exploration with a moan. Precum leaks out when he groans, his curious touch pushing my boxers into my crease.
Our tongues dance between open-mouthed pants. The hand on my hip slides to my ass, kneading and urging me to move faster. But all my focus is still zeroed in on that finger inching closer and closer—
There.
My eyes roll to the back of my head at the tentative, featherlight pressure on my hole.
“Good?” he rasps.
I’m too high off the addictive sensations he’s giving me to respond with more than a gasped moan.
“Words, Win.”
Groaning, I arch my spine, forcing his finger to rub me through the briefs again.Fuck.
“I— Y-yeah. Yes. I—”
“You what?” This torturous teasing isn't enough.I want. I want. I want.
“I wasn’t sure if you—”
He circles my rim and thrusts up at the same time, kicking a whimper out of me.
“Oh god.”
“If I what?”
My nails dig into the skin of his neck, my breath coming in quicker as he repeats the movements over and over.
“Wanted to—yes—touch me— there.”
His fingertip nudges my hole, the rigid length of his cock rutting against mine as his teeth scrape my jaw. “I want to touch and learn all of you if you’ll let me.”
It’s too much. The pent up storm inside breaks and a torrential downpour of pleasure washes through me. It's embarassing how fast I'm coming but I can't stop. Moaning and gasping into his mouth, I ride out the remains of my orgasm, soaking my briefs while he murmurs, “I’ve got you, don’t stop. I’m right there—”
I feel his cock lurch beneath me as he reaches his climax too, clutching me fully against him without removing his hand from my pants. It takes ages to return to ourselves, our breathing hopelessly erratic.
“That was way better than just a kiss under the bleachers,” he chuckles.
With a groan, I bury my face in his neck. He cradles the back of my head, stroking and swirling patterns on my scalp. Lips press to my temple. “I'm gonna make something clear to you, ok?”
I'm dazed, still floating in bliss as I nod.
“I want you.” A weighted pause. “Likethat. I think about it… all the time. Touching you. Tasting you. Making you feel good in every way.”
My heartbeat stumbles over itself.
“I want you too,” I whisper. It’s true, but when I imagine stripping myself bare for him to see my secret scars, the dream morphs into a nightmare. I’m too fucking scared of what he'll think. What he'll say. How could he desire someone so damaged?
I rub my lips through the sweat drying on his skin. “I want you so much, but I don't think I'm ready for…everythingyet.”
He nuzzles my hair, breathing me in. “There’s no rush. What we do is more than enough. If you need me to, I'll wait forever for you.”
Sitting back to rest my forehead on his, I graze his lips with mine in silent thanks for his patience. His understanding.His commitment.
Each kiss is a promise that he’ll have all of me. That I belong to him. That my body was made for him.
