Page 160 of Goodbye Note

He stalled at the door. “I’ve never done this before.”

“You’ve had sex before, haven’t you?” I asked with a hint of a smile, wanting to keep the mood light. “I know we have.”

“All the sex I’ve had was nothing like this. It was either a rushed fuck with lots of groping in the dark or what I’m realizing was pretty bad maintenance sex. So no, I’m pretty green.” Arik gave me the gift of his vulnerability, and I loved him more forit.

I laughed, going back to him to cup his face. “The passion might not be the same, but the mechanics are, so you’ll be fine.”

“I don’t know the mechanics.”

“You’ve never fucked doggie?”

He shook his head.

I couldn’t believe it. “What?”

“We pretty much only did it missionary.”

“My sweet, inexperienced Stardust.” It struck me he’d never had someone ride him? That couldn’t be. “Me on top of you…?” I didn’t have to fully ask.

He was already nodding. “Never like that.”

“Do you even know how hot that is?” I teased my tongue against his lips, asking for entry.

He parted them, welcoming me inside. “It doesn’t bother you?”

“No, I love it. It makes me want to fuck you in every way possible.”

“No time like the present.” He pushed down my pants, walking me toward the bed. He flipped me around and bent me over the bed. I twisted enough to watch him.

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“This tub is too nice to not use. Come take a bath with me,” Arik said as I awoke sometime later.

“I haven’t had a bath in forever.”

He kissed my shoulder and got out of bed, walking naked to the massive claw-foot tub next to the window.He turned the water on and bent to close the drain, giving me a full view of his hole.

Would he ever let me fuck him?

I wanted nothing more than to be inside him and show him how good it felt to be connected like that. He looked over his shoulder, gaze dropping to my hand around my cock.

I gave myself one long stroke before getting out of bed to join him. My lips swept the nape of my neck. “I love you.”

He wrapped an arm around my back, holding me there. “I didn’t know what love was until I met you.”

He stepped into the tub and winced. “Fuck, it’s hot.” He turned on the cold but sat in the scalding water.

I reached in to feel it. “Have you lost your mind!”

He shrugged and leaned back, sinking deeper, resting his against the edge. “You get used to it.”

I sat on the edge, eyes drifting outside. The view of the ocean from the tub was unparalleled. He looked like a painting, draped like he was in the twilight.

I traced over his ribcage, watching him breathe, and it was enough.

He laid his warm face against my thigh, looking up at me. “Let’s get up and watch the sunrise tomorrow. Like we used to.”

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