Page 50 of Give In To Love
“I want to try.”
“Do you want to ride me? Or do you want me on top?”
He flushed all the way to his ears. “When I’ve imagined it, you’re on top.”
I grinned, even as I cursed the way my jeans were suffocating my dick, which had attempted to flex at his words. “You’ve been imagining it, huh?”
“Pretty much since we started dating back in September.”
I flipped us so he was lying on his back and I was straddling him. I whipped off my hoodie and T-shirt and ground my erection into his. “You should have said something.”
“I liked all the other stuff too. I was enjoying the journey.” He flashed me a cocky grin, or at least as cocky as Jimmy ever got. I loved it when he got sassy with me.
I leaned forward and kissed him, sighing as he slid his hands up my torso and chest, trailing his fingers along my bare skin. I dragged my lips down his jaw, nipping and licking until I found his earlobe and bit gently. He hissed and bucked his hips up, sending sparks along my spine as his erection rubbed against mine. I continued to trail my lips down the column of this throat, becoming frustrated when I came into contact with his shirt and was barricaded from going any farther.
Too many clothes. We are wearing too many clothes.
I hopped off the bed and began unbuttoning my jeans. “Off,” I said. “Clothes off.”
Apparently, I’d been reduced to a caveman, unable to utter complete sentences. Jimmy didn’t seem to mind as he moved to comply. While he finished undressing, I grabbed supplies from my drawer and tossed them on the bed, taking in the sight of all that creamy white skin laid bare for me. “You’re so fucking beautiful, sunshine.”
I didn’t give him an opportunity to respond as I climbed on the bed, swinging one leg over his slender hips so I was straddling him. I lowered myself until our bodies were flush against each other, skin against skin. He gave a little shiver beneath me, and I groaned at the delicious contact of his dick brushing against mine. Sliding forward, I pressed a kiss to his forehead, his nose, and then his lips, forging a path along his throat to his collarbone, working my way down, down, down, past his sternum and his happy trail to the thatch of blond curls below his waist.
His dick jutted out proudly, the pink tip straining, begging to be touched. I trailed my tongue down his length but didn’t stop to explore farther, instead continuing my path lower. I mouthed each of his balls, then gently pushed his thighs open so I could get a good look at his hole. The room had been dark the last time I’d been in this position, but I was gratified to see that the dusky pink color of his hole was exactly as I’d imagined.
“I can’t wait to be inside here,” I said just before flattening my tongue against his entrance in a long, thick stripe.
He whined low and guttural as I repeated the motion over and over again, lapping at him like an ice cream cone.
I trailed my tongue back up, sucking his dick into my mouth as I patted around the bed with my hand until I found the lube. I blindly poured some into my palm, hoping I wasn’t making a mess, but unwilling to stop my assault on his dick to look properly. I continued licking and sucking as I slid my fingertip inside him, teasing his entrance, pulling out and pushing back in but not pressing any farther inside.
Clearly frustrated, he raised his head off the pillow and glared at me. “More,” he demanded before flopping his head back down.
I gave his dick a long, slow suck, applying as much suction as I could manage while simultaneously pressing my finger all the way in as far as it would go. He groaned, and I held still for a moment, allowing him to adjust to the intrusion. When he wiggled his hips, I pulled my hand back and pressed forward again. And again. Over and over, adding another finger and then another until he was fully stretched around me.
I pulled my mouth away and looked at him, keeping my hand right where it was. “You ready, sunshine?”
“Please,” he whined.
I slid my hand out and picked up the condom, dropping it twice before getting it open and rolling it on. My hands were shaking as I squirted out more lube and slicked myself. I’d been a horny teenager. I’d experienced lust and want and desire, just like most guys I knew. But thisneedI had for Jimmy was different. It was all-consuming, as if every atom in my body was focused exclusively on possessing him. I was shaky and lightheaded with it.
I leaned forward, lining myself up with his entrance, holding there while I took a deep breath. My eyes trailed up, needing to see his face, needing the emotional connection as much as the physical one.
Jimmy’s eyes met mine and he nodded, as if he knew I was asking permission one more time. Permission to enter his body. Permission to take this next step. Permission to irrevocably change our lives in ways I couldn’t possibly predict.
I would be changed though. I was certain of it.
I slid forward, pressing into him slowly, watching his face for any sign of pain or indication that I should stop. His eyes never wavered from mine as I sank in farther, pausing in increments to allow him to adjust. I wasn’t a huge guy, wasn’t hung like a horse. It wasn’t something I’d been particularly concerned with, but now, as I continued to sink into him, I was grateful. Because it meant I was a perfect fit forhim.
His eyes finally slipped away from mine as I closed the last bit of distance, my hips pressed flush against his ass, fully seated inside of him. “Baby, you okay?” I asked, breathing through gritted teeth as I did my best to hold still while every fiber in my being screamed for me to move.
His eyes flicked back to mine, the intensity in them eviscerating me. “I need… I want… I don’t know what I need. Move? I think I need you to move.”
I nodded, pushing his knees closer to his chest as I slid almost all the way out and then plunged back in.
“Oh. Oh shit. Do that again.”
So I did. And again. Sliding in and out of his body over and over in rhythmic strokes, performing a choreography as old as time. He whimpered and whined and grunted, spurring me on as I picked up the pace. My body found a home in him every time I bottomed out, the slap of our skin sayingmine, mine, mineandI love youandyou’re my everything.
