Page 91 of This Could be Love

It was hard for me to smile. Even though he was right. I was familiar with the brown hairs of his belly and the tan lines on his hip bones, knew what he looked like when he was excited. And yet it was different from the last few days. Different from the moments we’d spent in his room.

“Hey,” he said, seeking out my eyes. “We don’t have to…”

“It’s important.”

He blinked. I pointed at him and then at myself and then back at him again.

“This here. It’s important.”

He smiled softly. “Yeah, it is.” Barely audible, he murmured, “It always was.”

Chapter 38

We lay together, chest to chest. Entwined. A bundle of limbs. I could feel his erection between my legs as we kissed, and at the thought that I’d soon feel him inside of me, my heart overflowed with nervous delight. His hands moved down my neck, my back, my waist, before wandering to my most sensitive point. As he caressed me, my fingers explored his body.

At the moment our touches were no longer enough, and our foreplay had almost overexcited us, Vince disappeared into the house to find some condoms. With a pounding heart I watched him go and couldn’t help but grin, noticing how his ass seemed to glow in the surrounding darkness. When he came back, the package crinkled promisingly in his hand. I watched him open it, pull the condom on, and lie back down next to me.

“I want you on top,” he said in a rough voice. “Is that okay?”

Not having any preference, I nodded. All positions were good with the right partner. And he was the right partner. A guttural sound escaped him as I positioned myself above him. The next moment I lowered myself onto him. The counterpressure was so wonderful that I paused instead of moving. I looked into his face. I liked the way he looked at me. Full of expectation and desire. He took out his hand and ran his fingers over my naked upper body. I let out an audible gasp when he found my clitoris, the way he stroked and circled it. The entire heat of my body flowed to that one spot. I enjoyed it so much that it was only when he moaned that I realized I’d been moving on top of him for a long time. His hand lay on my waist, exerting gentle pressure. I increased the rhythm, feeling my climax building with each back and forth.

“So good.” I heard him pant and could tell that he was close. For a moment I considered slowing things down in order to draw things out. Savor the feeling. But there was no time to pause, and I didn’t have the self-control, so I just went full steam ahead toward that point where I wanted to melt away. We reached it almost simultaneously. Now both of his hands were on my hips, holding me. We stayed in this position for a moment, feeling the tremors, the twitching and throbbing. Our eyes were locked, and I had the feeling he wanted to say something. But I also knew that he was unable to find the words to describe what had just happened.

* * *

“That was my first time outdoors,” I said as we lay together under a thin linen sheet that was actually a beach towel. Now and again I could feel grains of sand, but I didn’t mind.

“Mine too.”

“What?”

He laughed. “Why are you so surprised?”

“I don’t know. It would have fit you.”

“You havegotto explain.” He sounded amused.

“You just seem like the outdoor kind. Someone who prefers being outdoors to being indoors.”

“Well, yeah, I do prefer being outdoors to being indoors.”

“So, how is it that you ended up in computers of all places?”

He stiffened slightly. “I was just good with computers.”

I thought he was going to add something, but that was it.

“And you? You prefer being outdoors?”

“Referring to…” Instead of finishing I flashed an ambiguous smile. “Outdoors,” I said suddenly. “In every way.”

“That was nice, huh?” he whispered, and I nodded pensively.

He moved to kiss the tip of my nose, but I was quicker and put my mouth on his, parting his lips with my tongue. Suddenly he broke off and looked into my eyes.

“I have to tell you something, Lou.”

“Okay,” I mumbled, confused by the sudden seriousness in his voice.