Page 98 of Six Years
“Do you usually top?” I ask, only because he seems like the guy to be on top, but Grey Davis has already surprised me on multiple occasions, so who even knows?
His face is back over mine when he answers, “Most of the time, yes.”
“Good,” I breathe out. “I don’t like it.”
“You don’t?” He chuckles though not in a way that’s mockingly.
I shake my head. “Broke my dick that one time I tried it, so no, I don’t like it. After that, I never had the desire to try again.”
“Oh, God.” He’s laughing now, leaning his forehead against mine.
I slide my arms up for a hug, wondering if this is what sex with someone you truly love is supposed to be like. Do you laugh during it? Is that normal? Are you supposed to feel calm and not worry about what the person you’re sleeping with might think about you this instant? Is it genuinely supposed to befun?
“Maybe I just haven’t been with the right guy yet,” I say, shrugging a little.
“Well, you are now.” Grey lifts his head off mine, then kisses me deeply.
“You’d let me try?” I won’t want to because I’m deeply traumatized.
His nod comes immediately. “Of course.”
“I love you,” I mumble into our next kiss, and I can feel Grey smile.
“Yeah?” He rolls off me again, though still faces me. He lifts one of my legs over his body, grinding against me while I lie one hand on his jaw, tracing my fingers over his features, admiring his beautiful face.
“So much, Grey Davis.” I slide my hand down his neck, over his chest where I take a moment to play with his nipples. He groans into my mouth when I pinch one of them between two fingers before letting my hand travel further south. I trace along every ripple of his abs.
Before I get the chance to touch his dick, Grey hands me the bottle of lube and I help him put some on his fingers. I close the lid, then put the bottle somewhere above our heads, and finally go to wrap my hand around my boyfriend’s cock to stroke him.
He hisses out a curse, his breath coming out shakier.
“I love you, too,” he finally says, then brings his lips to mine but for tactical reasons this time. To mute me. Mute me because he now has a finger on my hole, spreading the lube around and slightly massaging me from the outside.
“Fuckfuckfuck.” I don’t remember that feeling so good. He hasn’t even entered me yet and I can already feel my orgasm ready to shoot. What the fuck? This is kind of embarrassing, I admit.
My hand on his cock stills, though at least I still keep it in my hand while Grey slowly,veryslowly inches the tip of his finger inside of me.
My breathing stills entirely, all the words I know are no longer in my brain to formulate sentences.
With my free hand, I press my fingers into his back, moaning out loud when Grey starts to pull his finger out again, then pushes it back in.
“Are you okay?” he asks, kissing me softly as if to say it’s okay if I want to stop. I don’t want to stop, I want him to keep on going, let me fuck his finger at first and then move on to his cock.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, then gasp ayeswhen Grey starts pumping his finger in and out of me a little faster. I let go of his dick, not wanting to accidentally squeeze him too tightly just because I couldn’t control my own body anymore.
I grind against my boyfriend, seeking him out. My eyes close and I can feel the heat on my cheeks.
Don’t come yet.
Don’t come yet.
Don’t you dare fucking come yet.
Grey adds another finger, he moves slow at first and then faster, stretching me, and I can feel my thighs quiver.
“Grey,” I gasp and press the tips of my fingers deeper into his skin when my balls tighten with the urge to come. “You have to…fuck.” I pant, fighting for my life when he adds a third fucking finger. “I’m going to come if you don’t—”
He kisses me to shut me up.
