Page 18 of Show Me How to Heal
Because I felt free.
Free to do what I wanted, free to wrap my arm around his shoulder and pull him even closer.
Free to gently stroke his upper arm with my thumb, feel the rough linen over warm skin.
The intimacy alone was enough for my cock to take interest. But Zayne’s low sighs, the way his fingers tightened in my shirt? It was like he had a direct link to my cock.
Fuck.
I was already hard — and we hadn’t even done anything.
Zayne turned his head, his hot breath fanning against my throat, before I felt his soft lips pressing gentle kisses onto my skin, making his way up my throat and along my jar towards my mouth.
“May I?” he asked.
I just nodded, afraid my voice would somehow give away how special this was to me. A one-night stand.Special.It was laughable but still true.
His lips were soft on mine, a gentle pressure. I closed my eyes, sighing against his lips. Heaven. I wanted more. I wanted to taste him, wanted to feel his tongue against mine, but I also wanted this moment to never end. I wanted his soft, exploring kisses, the slide of his lips against mine, his incredibly hot, fruity breath against my face.
I moaned, opening my mouth a little, and Zayne took the opportunity, licking my lips and into my mouth.
When our tongues met for the first time, an electric bolt went right to my dick. It twitched and pulsated, and I was sure there was already a wet spot forming in my underwear, but that was okay. This was so worth having sticky underwear.
I tentatively dipped into Zayne’s mouth, and holy hell — that was even better. His taste was so much more intense, his tongue dancing with mine. His sighs turned into groans, muted by my mouth.
His hands moved up my torso, seemingly searching for something, until he cupped my cheek and pulled me even closer. As if I ever wanted to get away from him!
With a sudden move, Zayne threw his leg over mine, straddling me, rubbing his cock against mine through our pants. His now free hand slipped below my shirt, stroking my abs, while I frantically tried to open the buttons of his shirt.
I needed to feel him like I needed oxygen to breathe. Needed to feel his skin beneath my fingers. Zayne moaned when I finally managed to fumble the last button open before letting his shirt slide off his shoulders. The bright white fabric was a stark contrast to his tan skin — and he was tan everywhere.
My eyes roamed over his torso. He was fucking perfect…. Smooth skin for days, his dark nipples already pebbled up into tight nubs. He didn’t have a real sixpack, but a flat stomach and this delicious V pointing towards… well, towards his loose trousers and his erection that was already straining against the fabric.
“Take it off,” I rasped, interrupting our kiss long enough to get the words out and take a deep breath.
For a moment, Zayne furrowed his brows before looking down at his pants. He nodded, lifting himself up, climbing from the bed, and hastily stripping.
I made quick work out of getting rid of my own clothing, carelessly throwing my shirt, jeans, and underwear somewhere on the floor. I didn’t care where they went. I didn’t even really care about the scars marring my knee. I couldn’t change it if I wanted to, and since Zayne hadn’t had a problem with my limitations up until now, I was quite sure he wouldn’t start freaking out because of a few scars all of a sudden.
“You’re… fuck, you’re hot,” Zayne whispered almost reverently, his eyes glued to my cock and thighs. He pulled his bottom lip between his teeth, and damn… was it normal I wanted to do that to him? To pull his lip between my teeth, gently nibble at it, bite it, suck it, lick it…
The sound of a drawer being opened ripped me from my fantasy.
Zayne stood next to the bed, rummaging through his bedside table. A bottle of lube landed next to me, quickly followed by a few condoms.
Scheiße.
I stared at the stuff, and I felt like reality had hit me with a sledgehammer. I was gonna have sex. My dick twitched, a bead of precum running down my length. Yeah, my body was all for the plan.
My mind, however, was reeling. Suddenly the concept of losing my virginity wasn’t a concept at all but a reality. The knowledge felt good, but it was a little scary at the same time.
Zayne climbed back on the bed, straddling me again.
I moaned as our dicks brushed against each other for the first time skin on skin. Hot, velvety skin. Hardness beneath. Fuck! I couldn’t stop staring down into my lap, couldn’t stop reveling in the way our cocks looked next to each other.
Zayne’s skin was darker than mine, his tip flushed almost purple — and he was circumcised. I’d never seen a circumcised cock in real life. Granted, I hadn’t seen that many cocks in real life, period. But still… I extended my hand, carefully brushing my fingers over his exposed tip while biting my lip.
Was he less sensitive, more sensitive?
