So … why can’t we try to claim each other now?
I get Sully’s pants undone, reaching in to palm his cock through his blue silk boxers. He bucks his hips, muting his shout against my neck.
“Is this okay?” I ask. I remember to ask. Consent goes both ways.
Sully cups my face, taking a moment and a shaky breath to simply gaze down at me. “I want you. I always have, and … I … I didn’t want to lose you if you didn’t want me back.”
“I … we can still be friends even if we fuck, yes?” I’m feeling undone, exposed, even as I’m cradled within the weave of essence around us. So I understand his caution. “I can’t lose you, Salvatore. I’ve … I know it’s my fault, but I’ve been so lost …” My voice cracks as grief and a whole lot of self-recrimination threatens to break into our perfect, thoughtless bubble.
“I’m not going anywhere,” Sully says.
I pull his head down so that I’m kissing him instead of trying to formulate more thoughts, pile on more concerns. He presses against me just as eagerly.
I free him from his boxers. He’s warm and thick in my hand. And …
“Um, is that a piercing?” I pull slightly away to try to get a look at what I’m feeling.
“Don’t worry about it right now.” Hands under my sweater, his essence kisses my rib cage as he gives up trying to get my bra off using the clasp, instead cutting it off me with a lick of his essence. He palms my breasts as they fall free from the bra’s loosened confines. He teases his thumbs over my ridiculously hard nipples, drawing a shudder from me.
Groaning himself as I stroke his length with a twist of my wrist, he tugs down my pants enough to free one leg, then lifts me back up on the counter. His hands, his essence, are everywhere.
I’m on the verge of coming just from these fevered touches. On the verge of insanity as I tug him closer to me by his cock, lining him up and wrapping my legs around his hips.
“Fuck, fuck,” he groans, shaking his head as if to clear it.
I get his tip notched within me, linking my ankles over his hips and urging him forward with my legs.
“Fuck,” he pants. “I don’t have a condom.”
“You just got tested for Lake Thun. And I’ve only been with Rian, and we use condoms.”
“Mirth … fuck … birth control?”
I … I … I can’t remember if my birth control is still good. I’ve lost complete track of it, except I haven’t menstruated in months, so it has to still be somewhat effective.
“I just want to be fucked, Sully,” I whine, utterly irrationally.
He groans as if pained. But finally easing into me, he teases in and out to coat himself in my wetness. His piercing hits mein places I hadn’t realized craved such attention— along with a touch of his essence, which might well be the point of the enhancement. Then he thrusts, settling fully within me.
The stretch of him is everything I want.
“I’ll pull out,” he breathes into my ear. With one hand on the small of my back to hold me steady and one hand palming my breasts and tweaking my nipples, he sets a rough, almost erratic pace.
I cling to him, riding the rush of yet another heady flush of desire. I open myself up to all the essence twisting around us, threading us together. And I know I’m not really comprehending more than the cadence of his voice or the passion stuttering through each ragged breath.
I’m here in this moment with Sully.
We’re not becoming one soul or anything overwrought like that. We are two people breathing in each other, entwining essence, and acknowledging the need, the desire, and the playful passion that’s always been within our grasp.
We only had to reach for it.
Mewing quietly and panting, I wrap my arms around Sully’s neck, plastering myself against him as I become unable to focus on kissing him properly. He thrusts in and out of the slick friction between us. My thankfully blunt nails dig into his skin as I release everything …
I let all my own expectations drop away, willfully succumbing to the fierce, almost painful desire streaking through me.
Sully slips his fingers between us, finding my clit with his thumb. But it’s the press of his essence that forces me, tumbling, over the crest.
I cry out, head flung back, losing control of my limbs, my body, as my orgasm shudders through me.
