“It was good, thank you.”
“What’s so funny, giggles?” He finally sets the book down in his lap and turns his attention towards me.
“I just don’t remember you being this…hairy,” I say, then lightly laugh again.
“Well, I was,” he says.
“Really?” I don’t remember that at all. In my mind, I picture him with a nearly smooth chest.
“Really. I just don’t think we spent much time completely naked when we would…you know.” I blush, hard. Yeah, most of our sex was hurried and half-clothed. His brothers always seemed to be around or in the house, or we were at a park…Christ, we probably had more sex outdoors than anywhere else.
“Hmm, I guess you’re right, but the glasses are new. You never wore glasses before.”
“Yep, I’m old now, babe.” I smile at him, because he is not old and he has never looked better.
“You are not. And I love the glasses, very sexy. You have this hot librarian thing going for you right now.” I use my hand to gesture up and down his body.
“What do the librarians look like where you live?” He teases me, “Because if they look anything like this, you are no longer allowed to visit there.” I laugh and he moves the book to his nightstand, setting his glasses down on top. He pulls me down further on the bed so that my back is flat to the mattress now and as he hovers over me, drinking me in, I grow wet with anticipation.
“What do you want, sweetheart?” he asks, then nudges my nose gently with his. I want him, all of him. I just nod, though. “You’re going to have to say it, babe. I don’t want to do anything you’re not ready for. I’ve already screwed this up at least once before. I’m just as happy to cuddle, or watch a movie, or go get us ice cream. Just tell me what you want.” If I was wearing panties, they’d be soaked by now.
“I want you Mats,” I say as I wrap my hand around his arm, stroking him.
“Are you sure, babe?”Yes. It doesn’t feel wrong anymore. I can honestly say yes.
“Yes.” I haven’t even finished the word when he slams his mouth over mine, immediately slipping his tongue inside. He moves over me, pushing my legs open with a knee before settling on top of me, his right hand holding the back of my head while his left holds him up, careful to never apply any pressure to my abdomen.
He releases my mouth momentarily to say, “You have no idea how much I want you, Brit.” I let loose a small moan when he places his mouth on my neck, kissing and sucking on me with fervor.
“Show me then,” I pant out. He stops what he’s doing and gives me a deadly serious look.
“There’s not enough time, but I guess tonight’ll have to be a start.” He nods down at my shirt, commanding, “Take it off.” I don’t hesitate, just slipping the tee over my head. I nod down at his sweats, silently making the same demand, and he does. Moving off the bed, he pushes the large linen duvet back before he drops the sweats revealing his throbbing cock. It bounces in anticipation, and I can’t stop staring.Did it get bigger? What. The. Hell. Maybe it’s just been that long, no pun intended. I laugh to myself.
“Umm, when was the last time you were tested?” I ask, trying to pull my gaze away from his nude form as he crawls back over me.
“When we started dating,” he says as he nudges me to expose more of my neck so he can go back to work. “And everything was good. You?”
“Yeah, at the doctor’s when I went in for my first prenatal exam. Everything is good.”
“Good,” he says, then moves back, taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking it softly and causing me to writhe beneath him. Fuck, I want him so bad. I trail my fingers through his thick hair as he sucks and nibbles on my breasts.
“Babe?” I practically moan out.
“Yeah?”
“Can I suck your dick, please?” I feel his cock swell against my thigh in response. He looks at me questioning, almost. I’ve never sucked his dick before. I was a little shy at 18 and didn’t have a clue what the fuck to do, but I want to do it for him now.
“Not before I taste you first.” He leans forward, stealing a kiss before he pushes back, trailing kisses across the fading hickeys he left the other day, then moves down, pushing my legs apart. “I’ve literally dreamed about this, Brit,” he says right before he drops his mouth to my clit, laving me with his tongue. I push my hands into his hair to hold him tight against me as I grind, and he moves his tongue over the swollen bud with pressure. He stops his assault just as I’m about to climax to lap up all the juices at my entrance.
“Babe, you taste so fucking good, but I don’t want you to come yet. I need to feel it when you do.” His words cause me to moan and drop my head back against the bed.
“Then can I suck you now?” I look at him as I ask. His tongue is buried deep inside me, and I clench down, making him moan in turn. He places one last kiss on my clit before sitting up.
“How do you want me?” he asks. I pat the space on the bed beside me.
“Laying down.” He nods and moves to the space beside where I just was. Once his back is pressed against the mattress, I crawl over top of him, kissing him gently on the mouth before moving lower. I run my fingernails across his nipples causing goosebumps to form on his arms, and his dick to throb against my inner thigh.
“Do you like that?” I ask, then bite my lip as my inner walls clench around nothing in desire.
