Page 101 of This I Promise You
“And you knew at the party?” he asks, sitting on my lap and straddling me.
“That’s when it clicked, yeah. But I think I loved you since the goose too. Whatever cologne you were wearing or body wash or something. I don’t know, but it was divine and even though I hated your bitch ass, it was still a nice ass that smelled good, and it stuck with me.”
“You like my ass?”
I move my locked hands from his lower back to grab his hips. “More than you know.” I look up at him and there’s something in his eyes that looks wrong, off. “What is it, babe?”
“Paul, why do you love me? I mean, I know you do. I can feel it. I can see it. But, like, why? I just can’t shake the feeling that this is too…perfect? Too good to be true. I don’t know.”
“Easton.” I brush a rogue strand of hair out of his eyes. “I love you because of everything that you are, everything that you stand for. I love you for all the superficial frilly stuff, sure, but it’s more than that. Your heart is pure. Your mind is good. Yoursoul, gah! Your soul is my favorite thing about you, Easton. I love you because ofeverythingthat you are. All of it.”
A single tear falls from his eye and I reach up to wipe it away. He nods. “Yeah. Yeah, okay. I love you, Paul. Thank you.”
“You don’t have to thank me for loving you. But you’re welcome all the same.”
“Still.”
“Still.” And then we’re kissing. Sweet and simple into deep and longing. I lean forward to balance his weight, then stand. I walk over to the vanity and set him down on the sink. His hands are taking off my shirt, then my hands are removing my pants. My hands are my eyes as they learn every inch of his skin. They find every freckle and lock the information away into my memory.
He’s still in his underwear and it just feels off-balance.
“Imma start the shower.” I tell him, and then look down at his briefs. “You, get naked.”
“Deal.”
I find the perfect temp and flip the nozzle to go full on Hilary Duff and let the water fall like rain.
I grab Easton’s hand and pull him into the glass encasement with me. The hot water washes over us as two become one. Mouths on each other. Hands memorizing new and exciting terrain. I don’t know where I start and he ends.
“I want you,” he says.
“You have me,” I say.
“Touch me.”
“As you wish.”
“Can I?” he asks.
“Yes,” I respond, and the next thing I know is him on his knees with my hands in his hair. I put my back to the water so he won't choke on it while I thrust into his mouth slowly, cautiously. He uses his tongue masterfully. He’s wet and wanting and I swear I could live forever in this moment.
Time doesn’t exist.
I cup his chin in my hand and guide him to stand. His tongue is back in my mouth. I can taste myself on him.
My turn.
I move to my knees and turn him around to face the back mosaic. His elbows are up against the wall and he rests his forehead on his forearm.
I motion for him to spread his legs and he abides, arching his back as a gift to me.
He's smooth with minimal hair and it’s driving me out of my mind. I bite and lick and suck and tease his glutes until he’s moaning my name and begging for my tongue. I smile devilishly and give him what he wants. He greets my tongue with a pulse of pleasure and I swear on my own fucking grave that I have never tasted anything sweeter.
As I work, my hands roam up his calves, thighs, ass, lower back, and I pull him further into my face. My hands are back on his thighs as they snake around to his tight stomach and down around his hips, where I hug him into my face even more.
Time eclipses this moment as I can feel him near the edge.
No.
