Page 61 of Painted

“I probably do want to know,” they said breathlessly. “Do they involve me being on my knees? Because right now, that sounds like an amazing idea.”

Rhys laughed louder. “As a matter of fact, yes. But one thing at a time, baby.”

A shiver of pleasure shot down Early’s spine at that pet name. Rhys had called them “baby” the first time they’d tried this. It had been one of the things about the experience that they’d liked.

“I need to get out of my clothes,” they blurted, immediately feeling stupid again.

“I can help with that,” Rhys said, no indication that he thought they were stupid.

He helped Early tug their shirt up and over their head. They’d purposely taken off their work clothes and put on a plain, long-sleeve T-shirt and jeans specifically so that it would be easy to undress. They weren’t even wearing shoes or socks, so all Rhys had to do was unzip their fly and tug their jeans down.

“Well, hello,” Rhys said, his eyes flaring with delight when he saw Early’s thong. “This is interesting.”

He tossed Early’s jeans aside then, instead of just taking their thong off, he ran his fingers over the silk and lace, then under the thin straps. His touch left Early tingling and panting for more.

“Is this just for me?” Rhys asked, glancing at Early’s eyes with delight.

Early bit their lip, no idea whether to be embarrassed or proud of the fact that their cock was already so hard one false move would have them popping out of their panties entirely.

“Um, no,” they said breathlessly. “I’ve actually been wearing lingerie for years.”

“I like it,” Rhys said.

He then set about proving that by bending down to close his mouth over Early’s straining cock through the silk. Early panted and writhed as he kissed and sucked and mouthed them until the silk was damp with his spit and Early’s precum.

“Oh my gosh, I’m already so close to coming,” Early gasped, desperate to find a way not to come immediately and ruin the whole experience.

“We can’t have that,” Rhys said, shifting back with a wicked grin.

Once again, Early felt themself spiraling out of control. This time, they were confident that Rhys was in charge and would take care of them. It made the spinning, desperate, flailing feeling hot instead of scary.

Rhys made quick work of peeling off their thong, then pulled back the bedcovers so the two of them could tangle together between them. He pinned them to their back in the cool sheets and kissed them long and hard as everything warmed up.

In the back of their mind, Early was almost certain Rhys was taking them through remedial-level sex. Everything felt basic and simple. He kissed their mouth while stroking their body, then shifted to kiss their neck and shoulder. Even when he moved down to play with their nipples, kissing and licking them, Early felt like he was holding back from doing anything wild.

They wanted the wild. They wanted to be twisted up like a pretzel and used for Rhys’s satisfaction. They’d never really thought much about kinks before, but with Rhys, they wanted to try all of them.

But not yet. All they wanted in that moment was those achingly simply, massively effective kisses and touches that left them a quivering pile of need and desire.

“If you want more—” they started as Rhys kissed his way to their belly button.

“No,” Rhys cut them off before they could say more. He glanced up at them, and the sight of Rhys’s desire-filled eyes looking at him across the length of their body was one of the hottest things Early had ever seen. “I want this,” he said, slipping lower, until he could kiss the underside of their cock as itstretched up along their body. “I want you to feel good and to come.”

“I want you to fuck me,” they blurted, moving their legs apart a little.

“Only if you’re certain,” Rhys said. “It’s still sex, even without penetration. I’m perfectly happy to keep things like this.”

Early shook their head, which felt a little like thrashing with need, what with all the feelings swirling through them. “I need to feel you inside me.”

“Okay,” Rhys nodded, pushing him up a little. “I want what you want. Let me just get you prepped first.”

“I cleaned out before you came back for supper,” they said in a rush, not wanting Rhys to think they were totally ignorant of how to have sex.

Rhys smiled at them as he reached across to the bedside table and opened it to fetch a bottle of lube. “That’s good to know,” he said.

Early was back to feeling silly and ignorant again as Rhys set about the incredibly practical task of lubing up their hole and stretching it with his fingers. It was the most unsexy sex thing Early could think of, but it was better than it’d been the other night. They were on their back and could make eye contact with Rhys, for one. Rhys spent just as much time teasing them with kisses as he did sliding fingers in and out of them to get them to warm and loosen up, too.

As awkward as it was in so many ways, Early didn’t want it to stop. There was something beyond exciting about having Rhys treat them so tenderly. The fact that Rhys wanted them at all still felt like something of a miracle to them.

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