Page 26 of The Stars in the Sky
He didn't look like he was joking. He sucked on my neck and asked, "You tested?"
"Yeah."
"You clean?" he continued.
"Yeah. You?"
"Yep. You on the pill?"
"Yeah."
"Then you good with bare?"
"Fuck yeah."
And with that, he picked me up by my ass and hoisted me against the flat part of the shower wall, above the faucets, under the spray, and slid into me. I quickly wrapped my legs and arms around him and held on.
I was already wet from the kiss at the beginning of all of this.
"Finger yourself, darlin'," he ordered, and I did, as he started to move.
It felt like all of my senses were engaged—touching the water, Will's righteous body, and the cool tile behind me; hearing the sound of our breathing, the slaps of our bodies and the splash of the water; tasting his marvelous mouth; seeing his hard body and dark eyes; smelling his skin and the musky scent of sex.
Even though I was wrapped around him, he held me up easily. I’d never thought this was a comfortable position, but with him, it felt easy. I liked this. A lot.
With the assistance of my own fingers and his cock stimulating me on the inside, it wasn't long before I exploded into a climax, Will following shortly behind.
After staying there for a moment, he slowly let my legs down, pressed his forehead next to mine, and said, "This is what I was thinking when I saw you the first time."
"Funny," I said, "I just thought,yum."
"Same thing." He smiled, forehead still to mine, and then he kissed me.
We soaped up, the slippery suds sliding over our wet bodies, cleaned up, dried off, and went to his bed, clean and sated.
Will didn't object when I told him that I liked to sleep naked. Apparently so did he.
So now, first thing in the morning, his torso on display, arm behind his head, I got to watch him in the early sun. Even his armpit was fine. I nuzzled his Adam's apple and then he woke up too.
He blinked and looked around and then saw me and pulled me into a tight squeeze. Who'd have thought that Will was a cuddler?
"We need to get up," I told him, "We'll miss breakfast."
"Fuck breakfast,” he muttered against my hair. “We'll either make something later or I'll take you out."
"'Kay," I agreed.
He turned over in bed and pressed me to my back, so that I was looking up at him and he was on his side, looking at me. He traced the tattoo down my arm, gently, lightly.
"What does this mean?"
"Everything happens for a reason."
He raised a sleepy eyebrow. "The saving the animals and the peacenik dove and the earth on your ass I can figure out, I think. But what about the stars on your hipbones?"
I looked away from him for a moment, then decided to tell him. "Because someday I want to find my mate for life, who will have the stars on his hips too and we'll match."
"That's cool," he said, tracing my markings with his hands, fascinated. Then, a few moments later, he asked, "You hungry now?"
"I could wait."
"Good. Because we'll eat after I fuck you again."
I lifted up my arms and pulled him to me.
And if he hadn't announced that it was fucking, I would have called it something else, something with a name that meant that it was slow and gentle and patient. Something like making love.
