Page 35 of The Hand That Holds Me
We arrived at my apartment over an hour later due to thehorribletraffic Atlanta has. Once inside, he called for take-out from my favorite Mexican restaurant, we changed into our comfy clothes and picked out a movie.
We had been doing this for the last few days. Getting comfortable and cuddling on the couch. We hadn’t had a repeat of the make out incident from last week and my raging libido was starting to make me edgy. I was starting to think that waiting may have been a bad idea. This is the longest I have ever been with a man without sex. I’m happy we have taken the time to get to know each other on a personal level but it was now past time to get to know each other in the physical level.
We tucked into our food and were enjoying the rom-com we were watching. It was my turn to pick a movie so I made him suffer throughThe Proposal. I loved Sandra Bullock and Ryan Reynolds. Add Betty White and it was the perfect romantic comedy.
When the credits rolled, he got up and turned the TV off, effectively blanketing us in silence. The look on his face as he stalked across the living room was one of determination and fierce hunger. He reached over and pushed me down, his body following me onto the couch, resting between my open legs.
The kiss that followed was on another level from anything that we had done up to this point. I guess he was getting as frustrated sexually as I was. Our teeth gnashed together, tongues swirling, licking and biting each other. It was maddening and erotic as hell.
I felt primal in my need for him to take me. Claim me.
It was time to see if we were compatible on all levels but I had no doubt sex with Lucas will be life changing. I let my hands travel down his toned abs, my fingers dipping into each cut, each distinct muscle isolated and rippling under my fingertips.
He stopped my hands before they got to his shorts and pulled away from our kiss. We both were breathing like we had been running a marathon. Each breath mixed with the others’, absorbing each others’ essence.
“I wanted to talk to you about something but you looked so damn beautiful I couldn’t help myself.”
“I don’t want you to help yourself, I want you to make love to me. Please, Lucas. I think we have waited long enough.” I tried to reason with him as I allowed my other hand to start its descent into nirvana.
He grabbed the other hand and placed both of them over my head holding them down with one of his. I felt so small and delicate under him but loved that he wasn’t soft with me. He was commanding and a little rough and it was making me wetter than I have ever been. I wanted him to fuck me.
Ineededhim to fuck me. NOW!
He kissed down my neck and I arched my aching core into his hard shaft, hoping to get some relief from the throbbing that was making me insane with lust. As he reached the spot under my ear, I was mewling and groaning as I got little movement to soothe my ache. His beard created sensation from my shoulder to my ear, and my entire body was on fire.
He pulled back and I cried out in frustration. Why was he teasing me? I could feel his arousal, so I knew he wanted me.
“Please, Lucas. I need you.” I sounded as desperate as I felt, hoping to get him to sweep me up, take me to my bed, and fuck me like he meant it.
“We need to talk before we go any further. I want to make sure we are on the same page.”
In a sudden movement that I was starting to get used to, he flipped us so he was seated on the couch and I was straddling his lap, his hard length visible through his shorts. He felt so good between my legs that I started to grind on him as he gripped my hips. He gently rocked me along his length as he started to kiss on my neck lightly.
“I wanted to ask you a few questions and then I have a surprise for you.” He said between nips and licks on my neck
“I’ll answer any question you have so ask away.” I replied honestly.
“You and I know that we are going to be taking the next step in our relationship and I wanted to ask about birth control. When I claim you—and I am claiming you—I don’t want there to be anything between us. I want to feel every inch of your perfect body, so please tell me you are covered. I am clean and have my test results from a month ago. I got tested shortly after I met you, praying for the day when I could finally have you.”
I loved he wasn’t shy about his desire and we were having this conversation fully clothed. I respected his ability to think with an erection the size of his, pulsing under me, as I eased my grinding to a slight undulation.
“I’ve been on birth control since I was thirteen. I had a problem with my, well, everything down there, and the pill has resolved some of my issues. I’m clean too. As you know, I haven’t been with anyone in quite a while and I had my physical six months ago. All clear.”
“Have you always used condoms?” he asked and I got a little defensive that he assumed I was careless.
“Have you?” my tone accusatory as I tried to climb off his lap.
He locked his arms around my waist and hauled me back against his thick shaft.
“Yes. Every single time since the very first time. I wasn’t implying anything, baby. It was selfish of me to ask that, but my inner caveman wanted to know if I was your first. I’m sorry.” As he kissed each cheek, my nose and finally my lips.
“Me too. Every time. I’m not ready to be a mother.”
“Do you want kids? We haven’t talked about it but I am curious.”
“If you would have asked me that a year ago, I’d have said no. Emphatically. Now, I think I like the idea of kids and a family in the future.”
“What changed?” his tone eager and hopeful.
