“That’s very wise.”
“Blame Christy, not me.”
Running my hand down his chest, I take him in, memorizing every detail of him like this. Peaceful. Happy. Mine.
“It’s okay if you don’t want to be loud about it. I know that’s not who you are. And if you never want me to talk about you specifically?—”
I cut him off with a kiss. “Tell the world. I might not want to answer a lot of questions, but I never want to hide the fact that you’re mine. And thankfully, we don’t have to deal with it for a few days. A few days where we get to just be us.” I kiss his shoulder. “Lie in bed.” I kiss his other shoulder. “Explore each other’s bodies.”
“Does that mean you’ll take my ass?”
I press a kiss to his lips. “We’ll work you up to it.”
My feet are upon the coffee table, there’s a mug of coffee sitting on the side table next to me,Dawson’s Creekis playing on the TV, and Ryan’s head is resting in my lap.
I’ve got a small notepad in one hand and one of my favorite pens in the other as I scribble words to make sense of later. The peace in my heart has awakened new inspiration inside me. Instead of poems about longing and the things I want but don’t have, my heart is bursting with poems about joy, love, and contentment.
Ryan’s arm is wrapped around my waist, his warm hand splayed over my skin, and I’ve never felt more awake. I’m alive in a new way. A part of me that was buried deep down has been set free, and my heart is both lighter and fuller.
It’s strange because in some ways, this is so similar to how we were before. Sitting on the couch together, me writing or knitting and half watching whatever show he’s hooked on. We often cooked together, ate together, and spent our downtime together. But now there’s a new layer of intimacy over everything we do.
Whether it’s his arms wrapped around my waist as I brush my teeth, him pausing whatever dance he’s doing while we clean the kitchen to kiss me, or the closer physical connection when we’re sitting on the couch, everything is more.
It’s crazy looking back on it now and seeing all the ways we were stumbling over this line without realizing it. I spent far too much time thinking he couldn’t want me, and I’m not sure if I was blinding myself to his feelings on purpose, or if I’m dumber than I thought. How did I ever miss the intensity in his eyes when he looks at me? A simple glance strips me bare.
He runs his hand down my thigh and warmth swells in my stomach.
Does he know I’m rocking a semi beneath the pillow under his head?
When that hand moves back up my thigh, cups my balls, then grazes over my thickening cock, I have my answer.
I set my pen and notepad aside and run my fingers through his braids.
A second later, the pillow is gone, and he’s pulling my sweats and boxers down. He lazily swirls his tongue over my tip, and I sink down on the couch, splaying my legs wide.
He slides off the couch and gets on his knees between my legs.
Lust warms me. He hasn’t had his mouth on me like this yet. I blew before he had the chance last time. This time, he’s not teasing me.
He wraps his hand around the base of my shaft and takes as much of me into his mouth as he can. This is all new for him, and there’s something heady about that. My cock is the only one he’s ever sucked. Every sputter, gag, and muffled moan is mine to keep.
My balls are already tingling at just the sight of him on the floor in front of me. I love watching him suck my cock. He’s always the loudest, brightest person in the room, commanding everyone’s attention. So many people are willing to do anything for him. They’d get on their knees for him.
But I’m the one he’s on his knees for. It’s a wild high.
I lace my fingers through his braids, my fingertips caressing his scalp as he bobs up and down on my cock, diligently working to relax his throat and take me deeper.
Not that I give a fuck how deep he takes me. Anything he gives me is enough, but I know how competitive he is. Hewantsto do this for me. And he wants it to be the best head I’ve ever gotten.
Nothing could compare to him, but I’m not going to overinflate his ego. I’d rather spur him on. Tease him. Tempt him.
“I love the way you suck my cock, baby. I can’t wait to fill your throat with my cum.”
He moans around my length, and my balls tighten.
“You want that, don’t you? You want to swallow my cum? Know I’m the only one you’ll ever have like this?”
He nods, hands digging into my waist as he sucks me.
