Page 102 of This I Promise You
Not yet.
I stand and turn him to face me.
“Wash up. Meet me in bed.”
He bites his lip and nods.
Less than five minutes later, as I’m propped up against the headboard he exits the bathroom.
“Ready?” I ask.
“Paul, I don’t know how much more I can take. I’ve never…” He searches for the words to say, his face reddened and beautiful. “…felt like this before.”
I scoot to the edge of the bed and he walks to stand between my knees. I like this position. I may be the top, but him standing over me is incredibly sexy and empowering.
“Still afraid to love me?” I joke.
“If what you did in there is part of your love, then fear doesn’t exist anymore.”
I grab him gently and begin stroking him.
“Holy shit.” He places his hands on my shoulders and throws his head back.
“Can I?” I ask.
“Yes, Paul.”
I take him in my mouth and finish the race to make him hard again. But it’s not enough.
“Why’d you stop?”
“Come here,” I say as I lie flat on the bed and tell him to straddle my face. I’ve never been a fan of sixty-nining, but with Easton nothing is off limits.
He knows what I want and gives it to me. We take turns sucking and moaning, and moaning and sucking until—
“Paul, stop. I’m close.”
I hum and lick my way to my other favorite spot between his legs and keep going.
His moans and whimpers fill my bedroom walls. I hope the walls take pictures so our love can be remembered long after we pass. Long after our love story is complete and we are nothing but a memory. Long after the world ends and the universe takes back what it so freely gave.
“Easton—”
“I know. Condoms?” he says. It’s like he’s reading my mind.
“On it.” He falls off of me and on to the bed as I go to my bedside table and pull out what I’m looking for. I sit against the headboard again to roll on the condom. He moves to straddle my hips, above me right where he belongs.
I take the lube out of my side table drawer and get us both ready.
I kiss him as he lowers his hips. It’s slow at first as he lets his body relax around me.
“Slow, Easton. Don’t rush it.” I lightly run my fingers down his back while I lick his nipple. I want to touch him everywhere, I want him to know that I love every inch of his perfect being. “There ya go, baby. Relax. Give in.”
“Ah,fuuuuuck,” he moans down at me, his hands on the headboard balancing himself.
I start moving slowly. Out, in, out, in. My hands cupping his ass.
He meets me for a kiss. We’re chest to chest and I hug his waist and I work him into a fit of euphoric pleasure.
