Page 137 of Mr. Picture Perfect
“But,” he goes on, “I’m also excited … very excited. And I’m … I’m very turned on, too. I feel my heart racing so fast, like I might explode if I close my mouth or something.”
I caress his cheek, where I gently run my thumb over his lips. “You’re so adorable, Noah.”
“I am? I feel like I’m annoying and neurotic.”
“Not even a little bit. What you’re feeling is normal. It’s okay to be nervous,” I assure him as my thumb continues to graze over his soft lips. “Even if we start and you change your mind, we can stop. There aren’t any rules to this. You’re in charge.”
“I remember telling you … that …”
“Yeah?”
“… that I wanted a guy who would take the lead. To make the moves. To show me what confidence is.” He keeps looking at me as I softly outline his lips with my thumb. “I just want to thank you. I don’t need to be the guy who is led anymore. I am more decisive, thanks to you. I am braver, too. Less afraid. I … I still get nervous,” he admits, “but now I know what to do with those nerves. I know how to understand them. I know how to use them. Thank you for helping me out of the darkness, Cole.”
I smile down at him, touched. “Noah …”
He takes my hand suddenly, stopping my thumb, catching me by surprise. “I even prepared before we left for our date. I stayed up last night and … and did research.”
“You … prepared?”
“Down there. I’m ready.” He sucks in his lip and peers down his bare chest. “I want to be completely yours, Cole. I want to feel you inside of me tonight. I want to feel you inside of menow. So there’s my answer. My unambiguous answer. Yes …Yes.”
My eyes grow wide.
Talk about no subtlety.
At once, he sits up and presses our faces together. I’m out of breath as he kisses me. Before I even realize we’ve moved, the two of us are on our feet getting the rest of our clothes off of us. While we make out, he can’t seem to keep his hands off of my cock, his soft fingers twisting around it, gliding up and down its length with teasing, expert skill, bringing me immediately into the mindset. It is no time at all before I’m just as crazed for it as he is. I pull from his face for the minimal time required to grab a condom and lube from our overnight bag. He doesn’t let go of me the entire time as I remove the condom from the wrapper and roll it down my hard, throbbing cock as he continues to torture me with his soft, sensual hands. He certainly doesn’t shy away from communicating to me exactly what he wants.
The Noah in front of me isn’t a different person.
He’s simply showing a version of himself without walls of fear inhibiting his every thought and action.
He’s moreNoahnow than he’s ever allowed himself to be.
I lay him down on the bed once again, position myself over him, then gently lift and spread his legs as I lean forward, bringing our faces close. After I put some lube on my fingers, I kiss Noah and tell him, “This first helping isn’t for me. It’s for you, and fair warning, it’ll be cold for a second.”
My fingers touch his hole.
His eyes grow wide with surprise.
That surprise is quickly turned into pleasure as the tip of one of my fingers slides inside, and I watch his eyes rock back. I take my time, in no rush at all, as my slippery, teasing fingers gently play around his hole. Despite my fingers causing his eyes to rock back, he keeps snapping his gaze to me, his eyes appearing to be his only means of communication when words fail him.
When I slide a second finger in, he bites his lip and suppresses a moan. I’m surprised at how quickly he’s relaxing, loosening up down there. It’s not much longer before I know he’s ready for me.
“Are you ready, Noah?”
He responds with the sweetest whimper and a nod, his eyes locked onto mine.
My fingers are seamlessly replaced with the tip of my cock. I apply very little pressure down there as I stay focused on his face, reading every little change, being as responsible as I can be. When it comes to Noah, it’s easy to care for him. It’s as natural to me as breathing. My hips gently rock, feeling as my tip keeps teasing its way in and out ever so slightly. Not one muscle in his body seems to resist me. If anything, I could probably be less gentle.
But I’m going at his pace. I’m reading his expressions. I want to be completely in sync with Noah as we explore this together.
More of me slides inside without warning. Noah groans with delight, his fingers clawing into my arms where he can reach. It’s more than obvious that I’m being given permission to up the pace.
He’s done with baby steps.
I give my thrusts more strength, letting myself in deeper and deeper with each move. The smile that spreads over Noah’s face says it all. The glimmer in his eyes, too.
We’re absolutely connected with one another.
