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I made a noise of agreement as I pulled him into another kiss with one arm, while moving the other to tug at my cock. I was so on-edge that it only took a couple of strokes before I came hard, my cum shooting between us.
Lance cursed as I came, then I was treated to the glorious sight of his face contorting in ecstasy.
God, I didn’t know if even the finest works of art could compare to the beauty of his expression at that moment.
Then all was silent, still as we fought to catch our breath. Lance shifted to lay on top of me, and while my body was already becoming overly-sensitive, I wanted to savor the connection for as long as I could.
I turned my head and kissed his cheek until he got the hint and our lips came together in a soft sweetness that had me in a floaty kind of bliss.
Lance pulled out a moment later, and I lamented the loss. I watched him remove and tie off the condom, dropping it into the bedside bin before grabbing some tissues and wiping my cum from my chest. Then he settled beside me for what was obviously going to be an epic cuddle session.
“Was that ok?” he asked softly after several seconds of simply enjoying each other’s presence.
I hummed. “It was incredible.”
“Really?”
I smiled and pressed a soft kiss to his lips. “I couldn’t have imagined a better first time with you.”
He returned my smile. “I’m glad.”
I nuzzled his jaw with my nose, then wrapped my arms around him.
This sweet and gentle man was mine, which made me the luckiest man alive. And I’d spend every day for the rest of my life showing him how precious he was to me.
Chapter 23 - Lance
“So when do I get to meet Eli?” Mom asked over the phone.
I chuckled. “Eventually. We’re going slow.”
“That’s not what Kenzie says. She’s told me that you two make out so often it’s like you think that the only viable air is in each other’s lungs.”
“Mo-om!”
“That’s how she said it.” She laughed. “But, oh it’s good to hear that tone from you.”
I smiled. “Eli’s good for me.”
She hummed. “How’s therapy going?”
“Good.” I sat on the couch and curled my knees to my chest. “We’re working through all of Connor’s bullshit. It’s really helping me to see how insidious it all was.”
“I’m sorry I didn’t see it sooner,” Mom sighed.
I shook my head, even though she couldn’t see it. “It wasn’t your fault Mom, and I know now it wasn’t mine either. He was a manipulative piece of shit, and I deserve better.”
I could hear her smile over the line. “Damn right you do.”
I sighed happily too. “I have better too.”
“What does your therapist say about Eli?”
I laughed. “He’s gone in with me a couple times, not for a full session, but long enough to ask how else he can support my healing. That won him major brownie points. Dan—my therapist—says he wishes more significant others would be so open to helping without forcing their own ideas.”
“That’s fantastic.”
I sniffled, slightly overwhelmed by how good being with him felt. “He really wants what’s best for me, and he shows it. He gives me a safe space to heal.”
