“Move on me, yeah,” I urge him. Seth forces his shoulders over mine to give himself the push, his ass moving on my cock, his skin burning against mine. “Take all of me. God, yeah…” Hands on his back, skin sliding under my fingertips; breaths turning to moans, heat enveloping my body, that boiling shiver that precedes madness.
“I don’t resist. I can’t resist you…” I pant into his mouth.
Seth continues to move on top of me, my cock slipping into him relentlessly, his hands gripping my hair tightly, mine pinned firmly to his back. A few more moments, a few more thrusts, passion turns to need, desire melts into fulfilment as my moans are drowned out by his.
A few seconds of darkness and then light, before we collapse exhausted on the bed, still entwined; our eyes locked, fingers in each other’s hair, and the feeling that we have never been happier in our lives.
SETH COMES BACK to bed. He has put on his trousers, but he is still shirtless. I have to use all my self-control not to pull him under me again.
“They’re asleep,” he tells me as he slips between the sheets. “I was afraid we’d gone too far.”
I open my arms to him and Seth bites his lip before curling up against my body. I stroke his hair, then plant a kiss on his forehead. Spontaneous gestures, gestures that were not part of me before tonight, but with this man everything comes so naturally that I can hardly believe I was someone else before him.
“You’re covered in glitter,” he laughs, stroking my chest gently.
“They don’t bother me.”
“Oh no?”
“Not at all.”
Seth lifts his head and looks at me. “I didn’t take you for the glitter type.”
“And what did you think I was?”
He sits down again and remains silent for a while. “I thought guys like me could never get your attention. Actually, I still do. I’m afraid it could all disappear before my eyes at any moment.”
This time I stand up, forcing him to do the same. I take his face in my hands and kiss him gently on the mouth. “I’m here, Seth. And I’m real.”
He smiles against my lips.
“You’re too good to be true.”
“I’m not as perfect as you think.”
“I can hardly believe it.”
I hug him again. Seth continues to stroke my skin. Slow movements, barely noticeable, almost as if I don’t feel his touch, but my skin feels it, even before he places his fingertips on me. It feels the electricity they give off, the vibrations, and the feeling of total security that I had forgotten I had ever felt before in my life.
“Seth?”
“Mmm?”
“I’m sorry if I sounded like such an arsehole before.”
He laughs. “I never thought you were.”
“Oh no?”
“I just thought there was something broken in you. And that I’d like to try and fix it.”
“Why would you want to do that?”
“Because I feel that if you have come into my life, it is for a reason, a reason that goes beyond the case.”
I smile through his hair. Seth makes everything seem so easy, even talking, which is new to me.
“You’re right,” I say, surprised at the spontaneity with which the words come out. “Something is broken in me.”
