A devious smile formed on Alec’s face. “So then when it’s time, we don’t have to worry about you being uncomfortable. Okay?”
I grew instantly hard, thankful for the lip of the countertop hiding my sudden and invasive enthusiasm.
I cleared my throat. “Okay. Yeah. That works.”
“So, I thought for today, we can nurse our hangovers for a little bit. Watch a terrible movie. Chug as much water as humanly possible. Then… know any good brunch places?”
I nodded. “Yes, I know just the place.”
“Great!” Alex slapped the countertop. “Brunch, then back here to relax. Do you think you’re up for cooking us a nice meal?”
Another nod. “For you? I would love to.”
“Good. We can have a bottle of wine with dinner.Just one, though. Just enough.”
Just enough. Just enough for…
My dick jumped.
“I think this is shaping up to the perfect day,” I said.
Alex blew me a kiss. “Me, too.”
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The evening arrived like Christmas morning, all full of joy and anticipation.
True to our words, we only had a single bottle of a lovely red wine imported from Italy. Alex was right—a single bottle split between both of us gave just the right amount of encouragement fueled with a kind of relaxation and easiness that came with quiet confidence. I had been making eyes at him all night. The air between us vibrated differently than last night’s disaster. Thiswasthe night.
Love.
Lovemaking.
Connecting in the only way that mattered now.
The movie finished and, by unspoken command, we left the living room and headed for the bedroom. It felt like lightninghad already struck and all we did now was wait for the thunder to come rolling in.
I lit a few candles when we reached the bedroom. I set them in front of mirrors to bounce the light around. At first it felt strange to set the scene with him present, as though I should have surprised him somehow. The feeling vanished as quickly as it had appeared—we could read each other intuitively now and understood direction without pointing or saying.
“Hey,” Alex said in a quiet whisper. “Why don’t you make the bed and get comfortable? I’m going to take a quick shower.”
I smiled. “Okay, yeah. Don’t take too long, though.”
He pressed a kiss onto my cheek before vanishing behind the bathroom door.
I tightened the sheets on the bed and refolded the comforter. Fluffed the pillows. Rearranged the candles again. Stared at myself in my floor-length mirror and flexed until I felt good about myself, not that I needed a pep talk. I needed a distraction, if anything. When I heard the shower turn off, I peeled off my t-shirt, left my sweatpants on, and crawled into the center of the bed with the covers up to my waist. I sat up with my hands laced together primly on my lap. Meanwhile, my heart pounded like war drums in my chest, my adrenaline spiking like it was ready for battle. A surge of energy struck me when Alex cracked open the door and peeked out.
He wore only a towel. His hair was mostly damp. He padded across the room and stood before the bed. Then, with a simple flick, let the towel drop to the floor with a softpff. I reached over and drew back the covers for him. My eyes didn’t leave his body. I had seen him naked dozens of times—too many to count, really. And yet, there was something definitively different now. I saw him in a new light. Like he was a familiar home with a new room to explore.
Alex scooted up beside me. Our lips pressed in a tender kisswhile I reached over and secured one hip with my hand. My fingers danced along the meat of his butt, high and tight muscle from all those years of running. With a sudden hunger, I dragged him atop me. I still sat up in bed, now with both hands firmly on his rear so I could press my fingertips into how firm his backside was. I grew harder by the second. I recalled our time in the shower the other day, the way he exposed himself to me. I wanted that again. Wanted to try something new…
Did I ask? Or did I just move him to where I wanted him?
Don’t be too demanding, a voice seemed to tell me.
“Will you lay on your stomach for me?” I whispered in his ear.
Alex pulled back from our kiss to give me a curious look. He must have seen the shyness on me face. His answer was climbing off me and laying on the open spot next to me. He grabbed a pillow to put his head on, stretched out his legs, and lifted his butt a fraction in the air. I breathed out a whimper of a sigh. I could have come just as the sight of his prone body, ready, waiting. Just for me.
