Page 109 of Grave Misgivings
“I love it,” he says softly as he leans into my space.
I fall into him as the faint whispers of Secondhand Serenade sing like angels from my linked bluetooth speakers.
There is so much I want to say, so much I want to tell him. I’d been running over exactly the right words all day in my head, but somehow they all disappear the moment I look at him.
Well, all exceptthree.
“I love you,” I whisper to him, wrapping my arms around his waist, holding on tight.
He wraps his arms around my neck, our bodies nonchalantly moving to the beat, pressed together.
The fire in my heart catches everywhere.
Geo kisses me with reverence as his fingers delicately work their magic over the buttons of my shirt.
I slide my fingers in his hair, relishing in the soft feel of it against my fingertips.
I let him undress me, let him take his time.
Because I want to savor this moment, too.
The moment before everything perfect disappears.
I spin him around so his back is flush against me as I work at the buttons of his jeans, sliding them and his briefs down.
He removes his shirt with haste.
I trail my lips over his neck as I pull him against me, his bare ass brushing against my cock as I wrap my arms around him, one hand splayed across his chest, while the other holds his cock in my hands. When I look up, I can see us in the mirror, can see him staring at our reflection, and I think there is no better sight than him like this.
Thanus, like this.
He slides his hand over my right hand across his chest, his shiny new promise ring glinting in the light.
I watch his eyelashes flutter, his heartbeat racing beneath my palm.
He pushes himself against my twitching cock.
“Tell me what you want, birthday boy,” I whisper in his ear.
“You,” he breathes, reaching his hand back to slide his fingers through my hair. His voice shakes slightly, his grip on my hair soft and reverent.
I thrust myself against him without a second thought, relishing in the little sounds he makes, the way his heart skips a beat when I do so.
“I want to feelyou,” he breathes, his voice strained. “Everywhere.”
“Are you sure?” I ask. I lazily stroke his cock, his precum warm as it slides along my palm and his shaft.
Geo nods against me, and I feel him beneath me, his legs parting just the slightest as he leans forward. He looks at me over his shoulder.
“I’m sure.”
I remove my hand from his chest only to open the drawer to grab the lube, my heart in my throat.
My stomach flips with a hundred emotions.
I’ve never donethiswith anyone. I’ve neverwantedto.
I’ve always been more than comfortable to be the person who takes whatever someone else feels I deserve.
