Page 37 of Only You
I nod, my heart beating wildly in my chest. I never thought I’d kiss anyone. Ever. But now, I think maybe I was just waiting for this moment. It seems strange to have my first kiss in my late twenties, but I know there’s no one else on earth I want to kiss.
Who I would trust with this.
I leave one hand in his hair and then place my other one over his heart—feeling the rapid rhythm under my palm. “I’m nervous,” he says with an anxiety-filled chuckle. “I never thought about kissing this hard before. It’s just something I did.”
I don’t love hearing about him kissing someone else, but it’s endearing how much he cares. “I’m nervous too,” I admit, but before he can tell me we don’t have to do this, I give a firm shake of my head and lock eyes with him. “But I’ve never wanted something so badly in my entire life.”
He releases a shaky breath, his head nodding ever so slightly as he moves closer to me. I breathe in his sweet-smelling cologne and keep my hands where I had them. Bracing myself.
“Kiss me,” I plead softly.
That seems to be what he needed because then he’s leaning in. His lips brush softly over mine, tentative and unsure, but the touch is electric. The shock of it reverberating through my entire body and making me tingle with anticipation of more.
I grip his hair a little tighter, and when he brushes his lips over mine again, I move with him. They’re soft, light, exploring kisses, and I feel it all the way to my toes. When he applies more pressure, capturing my lips with his, I let out a soft moan and lean further into the kiss.
We move like that together for a while, just barely getting a taste. A tease of each other’s mouths. And when his tongue sweeps over the seam of my lips, I instinctively open for him. He takes his time, licking into my mouth, his lush tongue stroking over mine.
Each brush of his tongue has my cock jerking in my pants, rock-hard and aching, my balls begging for release, but he seems completely content, just kissing me like this. He doesn’t try to touch me any more than one hand on my side and the other resting in my hair.
When we both pull back to catch our breaths, his smile—that wide, lustrous grin—nearly takes my breath away. “Holy shit, that was worth the wait.”
I let out a startled laugh. “Did that really just happen?”
He nods, pulling me to his side and settling into the couch, not going in for another kiss or trying to take this any further. He seems perfectly content here on the couch with me. “It did. And man, I hope it happens again.”
I decide to be a little bold and climb onto his lap so I can face him, taking his cheeks in my hands. I look into his eyes. “It could happen right now.”
He grins at me, leaning forward and pressing his lips against mine, but he doesn’t deepen the kiss. It’s a soft, sweet peck. “We have time, Remy.”
It feels like rejection but not quite. I start to leave his lap, feeling a little disoriented and a little scared that maybe he doesn’t want to do anything more with me. He’s never been with a guy. What if this was just a pity date or something? Doubt swarms me, but his hands go to my hips, and he holds me into place.
“I want to do all the things with you. All of them,” he says pointedly. “But we have time.” He says it slowly, his voice firm but kind. “I don’t want to rush this because it’s too important.”
“We don’t even know what this is,” I say, wanting to pull away from him again but resisting. I fight my own instincts and just sit there on his lap, my legs straddling his with his big hands settled on my hips.
“What this is, Remy,”—his eyes hold mine—“is the end game. The final. It’s you and me. You’re it for me. Only you.”
My eyes widen, and I feel choked up, tears filling my eyes. “Why do you want me? What if I can’t...”
He brings one hand from my hip up to my mouth and carefully, lightly, covers it, effectively hushing me. “Whateveryou can do. Whatever you can offer. I want it. I want it all with you, Remy.”
He removes his hand. “Only me.”
“Only you,” he repeats with a grin. “I’m not worried about anything else. About any of the hows or the whys. I just know this feels right with you. That kiss.” He stops talking, and I swear I feel him shudder beneath me. “That kiss was life-changing. But if you never kiss me again, I’ll still be happy. Because hopefully, I’ll have you.”
“You do have me,” I say instantly. “And I want to kiss you.” I lean into him. “I want to do so much more than that. I want everything too.”
He smiles, and he doesn’t move away when I lean forward and press my lips softly to his. His hand grips the back of my hair as he opens his mouth and allows me to explore with my tongue. I take my time, taking it slow, both of us moaning and groaning. My dick hard again from the sounds he’s making.
I feel his hardness against my own when I scoot even closer to him, but he doesn’t try to go further. He doesn’t seem to be in a rush at all, and I just take the cue from him.
We just kiss. We explore.
We take our time because he’s right.
We do have the time. He has the patience to handle all of me.
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