When that was done, he took some time to dry my cock, my balls, and between my thighs. As he drew back, our eyes met and he smiled. Even though he was turned on as fuck, and so was I, it didn’t dilute the care he always showed me.
“Bed,” I demanded and took his hand to lead him out of the bathroom and toward the king.
He was still wet when we stopped beside it, so as I dried his body, he rubbed his towel over his hair and then mine, too.
When I was done, I grabbed his towel and threw it on the floor with mine. It only took a second to yank back the heavy white comforter and blankets to reveal an equally white set of sheets.
I was the first to climb in the bed. The butterflies I always felt with him were shaking my insides and making my body quake. I reached for him, pulling him over me as I sank into the mattress. I wanted him over me tonight. I wanted to feel his weight, see the broad lines of his shoulders, and basically feel the protection he always wrapped around me.
I liked having a person who was so strong; that way I could borrow some of his strength when I was feeling depleted.
He seemed to know what I wanted without me speaking a word because his body came down over mine instantly. The feel of his chest against mine was perfect, and the way his powerful thigh slid between my legs made me want more.
We rubbed our dicks together as we kissed, going at each other like we hadn’t touched in days. I licked across his crooked tooth and bit his lower lip. He gripped the back of my neck when his tongue delved deep and swallowed my moan of pleasure.
Our hips were working as we humped against each other. The tip of my cock was weeping, so I slid a hand between us and used the moisture to caress that sensitive spot at the base of his head.
“Drew,” he whispered, pushing his body closer and reaching down to cup my balls.
His dick was weeping, too. I felt the silky desire slip across my lower abs.
“I want more, frat boy,” I rasped when he stroked a finger over my taint. His fingertip gently caressed my rim, and my eyes rolled back in my head.
Both his arms wound back around me and rolled so I was the one on top and he was beneath me. Instantly, his legs parted wide and he grabbed my hips.
He was inviting me into his body.
I fucking loved being inside him. It was literally the closest I think a man could get to heaven on earth. I’d been inside him a few times since that first night. Once I took him from behind. Just gripping his ass as I sank deep into his body had been enough to make me come.
He was so accepting of me. So willing to give me anything I wanted.
I loved him, and nothing anyone said would make me stop.
I kissed down his chest and across his abs as I slid to the end of the bed. Quickly, I went to my duffle and pulled out the small bottle of lube and a condom.
When I came back, I didn’t move over him. Instead, I sat beside him. He glanced at me with question in his eyes.
I held out the foil packet.
Instantly, the golden hue of his irises sparked as he caught my meaning. “Forrester…” He began. I could already hear the doubt in his tone.
“I want you inside me, Trent. I want to feel you move within me.”
His teeth sank into his lower lip. “Are you sure? Maybe you should take some more time. Today was—”
“I don’t need more time. I just want you.”
He closed his hand around the packet. I lay down, and he moved to his knees.
“Which way?” he asked, trying to give me as much control as he thought I would want.
But I didn’t want control, not right now. Not with him. I trusted him.
“I want you over me,” I said. “All I want to see and feel is you. I don’t care about anything else.”
He laid aside the foil packet and picked up the lube. I spread my legs, and he settled between them. Before, I always thought of girls as the ones who needed “time” to get ready for sex. Guys walked around with instant hard-ons, literally ready to plunge in.
But men needed time to get ready, too. Entering anyone’s body, be it a man or a woman, wasn’t an instant thing. Well, unless you were an asshole lover.
Trent was a generous lover. He always gave and often didn’t take. I learned a lot about intimacy from him, far more than I’d ever learned from a woman.
Intimacy didn’t come necessarily from the actual act of sex. It came from the way you treated the act, the way you approached it, and the way the person you were with cherished your body.
His hands were gentle and quaked with desire when he started touching me. His lips were like soft pillows when they lit upon my flesh. Even though I’d given him an invitation to enter me, something we’d yet to experience, he didn’t rush.
Trent took his time, sucking my nipples into his mouth, nibbling at the side of my neck, and raking his fingernails over the insides of my thighs.