Page 97 of Six Years
Grey kisses me again, deeper, with more passion, hotter.
We take a step, the door closes, we take another step, and another, and another. I don’t know how many more steps we take before Grey and I are in his bedroom, or how many kisses we exchange before his shirt comes off, then mine. I also have no idea how many gasps or soft moans leave either of us until all of our remaining clothes are off; his pants, then mine, his socks, then mine, his underwear, then mine, until we’re lying here on his bed, buck naked.
Grey lies beside me, his lips attached to mine like they’re sewn together. I wouldn’t mind it one bit if they were.
His lips are so soft and tender, not one kiss ever gets a little rough, not even when he grinds his hips against mine and I can feel his hard cock against my stomach.
Grey slides a hand down my side, then brings it to my ass, giving it a squeeze hard enough to make me yelp, but not to the point where it hurts.
As he brings that hand between our bodies, about to fist either his own cock or mine, I lay a hand on his chest to stop him.
“I’m not very good at this whole sex thing,” I admit. I’ve had a total of two boyfriends, three with Grey. In one of said relationships—excluding Grey—, I had sex. Not a lot either. I swear you can count the times off on one hand alone. It’s one of the main reasons why my ex cheated on me.
Grey smiles at me warmly, strokes my cheek with his thumb. “That’s okay, baby.”
“Sex scares me a little,” I admit. Because it’s too intimate for someone like me, for someone who gets attached too easily to people he… loves.
There has only ever been one person I allowed myself to get that attached towithoutsex, and that ended up with me as an alcoholic. I can’t say I’d like to repeat that.
“Do you want to stop?”
I shake my head immediately. “But I can’t promise it’ll be any good for you.”
“I can promise that.” He presses a soft kiss to my lips. “Just remember that I love you, okay? And I’m not going to leave you. And that at whatever point, if you want us to stop, we’ll stop.”
“Okay.”
“Just a question in advance, do you want me to use a condom?” Well, it’s not like I can get pregnant, right? “I’m clean, I promise. But we’ll go with whatever you prefer.”
Right. STIs. “Did you ever… not use one?”
Grey shakes his head. “Never.”
“Then we’ll go with no condom.” Yes, yes, I am selfish like that. I’ll take as many of Grey’s first as I possibly can.
“Of course.”
Grey reaches between us again, taking both, his and my dick in his hand and strokes them together, slowly.
I kiss Grey deeper, exhaling heavily when he strokes down all the way to the base of our cocks and back up to the tips, squeezing them lightly.
His thumb runs over my slit, spreading some of the precum around the tip.
My heart quakes with love when I look at him. His eyes are all soft and loving even though I know he’s nearly drowning in lust. No one’s ever looked at me the way Grey does.
Most of the time, Grey looks at me with this scowl on his face, and still there’s always a certain softness in his eyes. When we do things together, anything that doesn’t require him to continue to pretend like he’s an asshole, Grey’s eyes fill with joy. I almost die every single time I see that extra spark.
He also looks at me when he thinks I wouldn’t notice, and I believe these cautious, secretive looks are my favorite ones. It’s like he’s saying he can’t take his eyes off of me. I know I can’t take mine off him either.
Grey suddenly hovers over me. He erases the distance between our lips one more time.
I love his kisses. I love his touch. I love his voice and every sound that leaves him. In fact, I love everything about this man.
Truthfully, I didn’t really think we’d ever get here. A future of Grey and I together was my fantasy, and yet here we are. He loves me, and I love him… God, he better put a stupid ring on my finger one day because I know for damn sure that I will not let him walk away from me.
My balls tighten when Grey’s cock rubs against mine as he rolls his hips into me.
While Grey reaches over to his nightstand, I run my fingers over his back muscles, and lower them until my hands are right there on his ass. I give it a firm squeeze, earning myself a moaned gasp from my boyfriend.
