“You okay?” I ask, and his eyes meet mine.
“What are we doing, Charlie?” he asks. His voice is so earnest it makes my chest ache. I swallow.
“Do you regret it?” I’m not sure I want to know the answer but it’s too late. He reaches over and strokes my cheek. I rest my hand on top of his.Please don’t take this away from me.
“No,” he tells me, and I believe him. A breath of relief leaves me and I can’t help but smile. “Maybe I should,” he continues, “but I don’t. I don’t know what’s going on, but I can’t stay away from you no matter how hard I try.”
I smile wider. “Stop trying.” He chuckles.
Despite his words and the fact that we just made love, I sense his hesitancy, and I can’t really blame him. We’re almost thirty years apart, and we will be judged for it, for what we’re doing, for whatever this is. But I’ve never felt more sure of anything in my life. He makes me feel safe and whole and wanted. He drives away my anxiety and fears like nothing ever has before. I need him. I want him. And I know he wants me. I know we can be good. “We’re not wrong.” His eyes meet mine. I sit up and throw my leg over him, straddling his hips. “We are not wrong,” I repeat as his hands grip my legs and he stares at me, fully naked while I sit astride him. His cock twitches against my thigh.
“All my life I’ve been told that the things I liked and wanted were wrong. That what made me happy was wrong. Dancing, makeup, nail polish, feminine clothes, boys, and then you came along, and for the first time in my life I had someone tell me that it was okay to like those things, and that I was free to be me. To like the things I liked no matter what anyone else thought or said. To take joy in the things that make me happy. And you, you are the thing in the world that makes me the most happy, makes me feel the most alive. I know this is unconventional, okay? I know you’re old enough to be my dad, but I don’t fucking care, because you and me, we’re right together, somehow, and nothing and nobody will ever convince me otherwise. We are not wrong, Papa Bear. We’re not hurting anyone. And we don’t owe anyone an explanation. We work, you and me. Maybe we shouldn't, but we do. I won’t feel guilty for wanting you. And I wish you wouldn’t feel guilty for wanting me.”
His chest heaves and his large hand comes around to grip the back of my neck before he’s pulling me down and slotting our lips together again. There’s no hesitation in this kiss. He’s devouring me. His fingers card through my curls, his other hand sliding under my shirt again and up my bare back as his tongue delves into my mouth. I grip his cheeks and kiss him back hungrily.
“Fuck,” he breathes, pulling away again. His chest rises and falls, his cheeks flushed. “Why can’t I get enough of you?”
“I wouldn’t overthink it,” I tell him, brushing my nose against his.
“Did I tell you how pretty your cock is?” he says.
I grin as his large, rough hands glide up my almost naked thighs. “I can’t remember.”
“I may have been wondering whether it had freckles or not, like the rest of you.” His gaze meets mine as he squeezes my hips. He smiles and so do I.
“You were wondering that, huh?” He nods, his cheeks turning bright pink. I lean down and kiss him.
“It does,” I say, and he smiles.
“It does,” he replies.
“You like that?”
He nods. “Very much.”
“What else were you wondering?” I wiggle a little bit, brushing our cocks together.
He shivers. “What you taste like.”
I grin because the idea of him taking me in his mouth bare is everything. I wish we didn’t have to wait so long before we could explore each other without barriers. But there’s a chance the chlamydia could come back so we can’t take the chance until I’m retested. “You want to taste me?”
“Of course I do.” He brushes my cheek with his finger.
I smile and brush my cheek against his. “You’ll have to wait a couple of months before you get to do that,” I whisper in his ear, and then nibble on it. His breath hitches and I grind against him. “But I promise it’ll be worth the wait. I’ll let you do whatever you want when the time comes. You can suck, and kiss, and lick to your heart’s content. It’ll be all yours.”
“Charlie,” he groans, gripping my ass cheeks and squeezing. I can feel him twitching against me and it’s delicious, but if this keeps going we’re going to be in trouble. I’m getting harder by the second.
I grin and sit up. I press another kiss to his swollen lips and then slide off of him. He frowns and I laugh. “I have to get ready for work.”
“You little brat,” he grumbles. I kiss him again before sliding out of bed, but not before he slaps my ass, making me shriek, looking back at him with wide eyes. He grins broadly. “Serves you right.”
I stick my tongue out at him and he shakes his head as he climbs out of bed himself.
“Will you be home for dinner?” he asks. I nod. He steps towards me and presses a kiss to my forehead. “I’ll make us something, then.”
I can’t help the smile that spreads across my face. “Thank you.” He taps my ass again as I leave the room, and I don’t stop smiling the entire time I’m showering and getting ready for work.
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