The belt loosened, and my legs fanned apart. My pussy was swollen and throbbing, and my heart pounded in an erratic beat. He stripped away the condom and rolled to his back, cupping my head and pulling me to rest my cheek on his abs.
I let go of the panties, not sure I needed to hold them anymore, and kissed his stomach. He groaned and ran a hand through my hair. I kissed the top of his softening cock and shifted lower, my hands gently massaging and cupping his balls.
I thought about how he took care of me the other night, worshipped my body, laving kisses all over my tender flesh long after I came. I wanted to give him the same satisfaction, so I crawled between his legs and licked every curve of him.
He watched me without saying a word. I tended to his body, and then I came back to what he’d wanted earlier, realizing the lube might have been for him.
“Can I see that bottle?”
His gaze lifted to my face, held, and then he nudged the bottle within my reach, not saying a word. I massaged the oil into my hands, coated my fingers, and looked at him.
“Do you want me to?”
His feet parted, and his knees lifted. I reached beneath his heavy sack and massaged, stroking, and gently probing. The lube made a huge difference, and the moment I sank into him, he moaned.
His cock twitched and started to swell as I slowly pumped my finger in and out. The edge was off, and our pace had slowed substantially. I tried for another finger, and he tensed.
“It’s okay. I won’t hurt you.”
He nodded tightly, and his body visibly relaxed. My mouth lowered to the root of his cock, kissing, licking, and whispering words of praise.
He was thick and swollen by the time I was pumping my fingers easily. I stroked him slowly with my fist, watching him come to terms with the visible pleasure he was deriving from this.
There seemed a silent handoff of power, as graceful as Olympian athletes pass a torch. This time, there was no struggle or argument, only acceptance. I surrendered to him, thereby earning some of his trust, and he proved he could surrender to me in return. It was a breathtaking give and take, one I’d never experienced before.
“Come for me, Noah.”
My fingers teased deep, and he arched and moaned, come erupting over my fingers in ribbons of pearl as his body bowed beneath my touch.
His weight dropped to the bed, and I removed my hand, nestling alongside him and smiling against his ribs. A few nights ago, he flipped out when I touched him there. Now, he was practically begging for it and coming on command.
Somehow, we figured out a way to both get exactly what we wanted. And while I’d had previous lovers who allowed me to play to my proclivities’ delight, this was the first time I felt this sort of intimacy with a man.
I … liked it. I could even come to … love it. Be still my cold, twisted heart. Be still.
31
Avery
I definitely had a boyfriend.
Sort of.
Maybe.
Every day that I got home from class, there was a surprise waiting at my door. Sometimes it was something as sweet as a single, long stem rose, but other times it was something clever, like the copy of the Kama Sutra with highlighted passages and notes telling me to pencil him into my schedule and to stretch.
My favorite surprise was a burned CD. Inside the case, he drew a picture of a house with two hearts. In marker, the CD simply said, PLAY ME.
I popped it into my laptop and smiled as Harry Styles Sweet Creature played. It immediately became my favorite song. Our song.
I loved the lyrics. Two hearts in one home, arguing and making it hard. Being drawn to a place by another person…
Every day I left campus, my steps quickened at the thought of Noah. My apartment no longer seemed like a place I leased. It felt like a home. It was a strange notion, being that even Blackwater hadn’t felt like more than a shelter after a lifetime of living there. Blackwater would always be a mistake I’d been born into. It would never be my home.
At night, before my appointments, we’d share a quick meal, usually at his place because I didn’t cook. Then, as soon as I wrapped up with my clients, he was there, carrying me to his