“Fuck, that was incredible,” he pants, pulling away. “Your mouth is a fucking hoover, cowboy. Where’d you learn to suck cock like that?”
I grin and blush. “I’ve been practicing, too. You’re not the only one who has been traumatizing bananas.”
He laughs and pulls me down to him, wrapping his arms around me as we lie tangled in the sheets, the smells of sex and sweat and our combined body wash permeating the air and making me sigh in contentment.
Marble hops back on the bed and makes her way onto the pillow we’re not using, and plops herself down.
Alex laughs. “You might never have your bed to yourself again, cowboy.”
I tilt my head to look at him. “I’m okay with that,” I say, and he flushes again, before I press a kiss to his jaw.
“I was thinking, since I’m off today, and you don’t work until later, maybe I could take you out?”
He grins and bites his lip, his cheeks pinkening beautifully. “Yeah?” he says. “Like a date?”
I smile widely. “Exactly like a date, darling.” I press more kisses to his jaw and neck and chest. “A late breakfast somewhere and then maybe find a place where we can walk around so I can hold your hand?”
“You don’t need to go on a walk with me to hold my hand,” he says. “You can do that any time you want.”
I press another kiss to his pec. “Not where other people can see and know you’re mine.”
“Oh.” His eyes heat. “You wanna show me off, cowboy?”
“Always,”I say, and then press a kiss to his lips. He moans when my tongue slides into his mouth, and opens wider for me. Fuck, I could kiss him forever and never get tired of it. I love the way he melts into me, his mouth soft and pliant against mine, the little whimpers and moans he lets out when I nibble on his lower lip or the gasps I hear when my tongue tangles with his.
“Fuck,” he breathes when I finally pull away. His eyes are lidded and his dick is hard again. I grin.
“We need to get up or we’ll be in bed all day,” he says. “And while that sounds kinda amazing, I am also starving.”
I chuckle and kiss his lips once more before we climb out of bed and make our way to the bathroom to shower. We make out while jerking each other off, and then take the time to clean each other.
“I think,” Alex says, as we dry off, “you should let me take you out instead because you haven’t lived here long, and I can show you the town, as it were.”
“All right, but I’m taking you out next time.”
“Sounds fair.”
Alex borrows my clothes so he can go across the hall and change. When he returns I’m already dressed in jeans and a T-shirt. He’s grinning as he looks at me, his eyes bright, and my chest squeezes because I know I’m the one making him so fucking happy, and I hope I can keep doing it for a very long time.
We hold hands in the car, and are both grinning like love struck idiots the entire way to the restaurant. Alex takes us to a little mom and pop place, and when we arrive and get out of the car, he doesn’t hesitate to grab my hand again, twining our fingers together as we walk inside. It smells incredible, like cooked eggs, bacon, and coffee, and my mouth waters.
The hostess leads us to a table and we sit. When I open themenu I notice it’s filled with southern dishes, and when I look at Alex he beams at me.
“Thought you might like a taste of Georgia, cowboy.”
God, I’m so fucking crazy about this man. I order grits, home fries, and biscuits and gravy, and Alex gets waffles and a side of eggs. He also orders tea while I get coffee.
I’m realizing as we eat that there’s no first date jitters, no worrying about making a good impression or trying to impress my date, no nerves at all, because it’s him. And we already know each other, and are comfortable together. I’ve never been so at ease with someone before, or so utterly fucking happy.
After breakfast, Alex takes us to the Boston Public Garden where we take a swan boat ride, and then walk around the different paths, admiring the gorgeous greenery and the incredible monuments and fountains, all while keeping our hands clasped and our fingers twined. The weather is gorgeous, a slight breeze in the air, and the smell of flowers tickles my nose.
“It’s really lovely here,” I say, and Alex smiles.
“It is. This is where my parents got engaged, and married.”
“Yeah? It would be beautiful.” I squeeze his hand in mine, then bring it up to my lips and press a kiss to it, and he blushes crimson while biting his lip, then squeezes my hand back.
“I really enjoyed our first date,” I tell him when we get back in the car. “Thank you.”
