Page 73 of Needing Your Love
We both groaned once finished, our bodies sweaty and sticky as fuck.
Somehow, I managed to get him into the shower, washed his exhausted form from head to toes, making quick work ridding my own skin of the evidence of our lovemaking before climbing out. He stood still and allowed me to dry him then swayed in place while I stripped the bed and remade it as quickly as possible.
We collapsed onto the mattress, and I pulled the comforter high around his chin as he snuggled against my chest.
He sighed, rubbing his face against my pecs. “Love that you’re hairy.”
“Love that you’re not.”
We cuddled in silence, and I expected us both to pass out, but his exhales remained steady, my fingertips trailing over his spine.
I shifted, sliding one of my legs between his so his soft cock and balls rested against my thigh.
He huffed an exhale. “My dad called me a whore after I got caught with that boy under the bleachers. I went on to prove him right.”
I frowned wondering where the hell that thought had come from. “Don’t say that shit about yourself.”
“It’s true.”
“Fuck that.” I pulled him away from my chest so I could search out his eyes in the dimmed bedroom. “You did what you had to survive, and I won’t ever judge you for that.”
I could feel Jimmy’s stare more than I could see his baby blues latched onto my face. “You really don’t care that I’ve been passed around from bed to bed, used and discarded?”
“Nope.” I yanked him back where he belonged, nuzzling against his hair. “You’re sassy and sweet, bold and beautiful. There’s a treasure beneath that facade you wear to protect yourself, and I’m enamored over the idea of rooting out every single facet of who you are.”
Jimmy clung to me. “Could you be any more perfect?”
I had my flaws and plenty of them, but I kept silent, allowing Jimmy to believe whatever he wanted for the time being. We both needed to sleep.
Talking could wait.
Closing my eyes, I gave over to the exhaustion from making love and fucking with the small respite in between of what had only been an hour, according to the clock.
In the morning, I woke to find either Jimmy or I had moved during the night. I sprawled on my side facing him, same as he did with me, but space now lay between us. While I hated the distance of those few inches, I wasn’t yet ready to disturb his rest.
Besides, he looked like an angel in the morning light pouring through the blinds. Glints of gold shone in his mussed hair, cheeks still pink from the night before, parted lips letting out tiny puffs of air with each exhale deflating his chest.
The comforter rested along his waist, allowing me an unhindered sight of the metal rings through his pink nipples.
My mouth watered for a taste, but I continued my perusal of his smooth, pale skin, noting the purplish bruise I’d left on his neck.
A slow smirk curled my lips, and I couldn’t help myself. Had to brush a fingertip over my mark on him.
He was my sweet angel while asleep—but a devil when awake.
I loved how Jimmy kept me young and on my toes. Being in my early forties had played into my favor last night, allowing meto outlast and bring Jimmy pleasure three times before I’d found mine. Life stirred between my thighs as my mind replayed loving on him—his ass especially. Yet another first of mine he owned.
“You’re staring,” he murmured, a soft smile curving his lips even though his eyes remained closed.
“Damned right I am.” I reached around his trim body to grasp his plump ass and tugged him closer, kissing his forehead.
He nuzzled my neck and snuggled lower, rubbing his face against my hairy chest.
My heart beat heavier as he grew handsy, reaching between us to weigh my morning wood.
“Perfect cock,” he whispered as though to himself, and I let him have his fun and his opinion because he, of all people, had every right to judge a man’s anatomy.
Why didn’t that truth flood me with jealousy?
