My eyes watch his every movement, but they definitelyaren’t expecting to find sunflower-yellow petals tattooed onto Seth’s hip. My fingers travel to his skin, completing their own tracing of the familiar shape.
“When?” I manage to choke out.
“The day you left for LA.”
For a second, we just stand there in the middle of Seth’s living room, practically naked in more ways than one, our eyes never leaving each other’s.
And then his lips are on mine again, and my arms are cinched around his neck, and this time he hoists me up, wrapping my legs around his waist as he stumbles over to the couch. He sets me back on my feet, and the next instant his thumbs are hooked in the sides of my panties, dragging them down my legs before tossing them off to the side.
He comes in for another kiss, but I place a steadying hand on his chest.
“Wait.”
Seth immediately stops, taking a step away from me.
I grasp his hand in mine, pulling him back into my bubble. “Not like that. Just wanted to make sure you have a condom. If you feel like you need one, I mean. I’m on the pill. And I got tested right after my breakup. All clear.” I hold up the three-finger on-my-honor salute. I hesitate a second before asking my next question. “Are you? All clear, I mean?”
“I am.” He kisses the tips of each of the fingers I’m holding up. “But I also have condoms if you would prefer.”
“How long has it been? For you? I don’t need the details or anything, just like a rough estimate.” I’m cursing myselffor not having this conversation before we got started with all the kissing and the touching and the naked time.
He cradles my cheek in his hand. “It’s been a while for me, Parker. A long while.” Tilting my head up just slightly, he places a soft kiss on my waiting lips. “What would make you most comfortable?”
My hand travels down, brushing through the hair on his stomach, over the waistband of his pants, until I’m cupping his cock in my palm, only the gray fabric separating us from skin-to-skin contact. “I want you, Seth. Just you. Yeah?”
He twitches in my hand. “Yeah.”
And his lips are on mine once again. I forget that I’m completely naked until my body is pressed against the length of his. Seth gently pushes me back onto the couch and kneels in front of me. His palms slide up my calves and to my inner thighs, pressing me open so I’m completely bared to him.
We’ve done this before. We’ve done all of this before, and yet, it doesn’t stem the tingles of anticipation as I watch him slowly lower his head, his lips trailing a path from the back of my knee up my thigh. When we were teenagers, I could never bring myself to watch as Seth pleasured me with his mouth, even though he was always a willing and enthusiastic participant. I wasn’t comfortable enough with my body and my sexuality, and even though I was almost always able to orgasm, I could never fully let go.
But now I’m thirty, and while I’m still stumbling on the path of figuring out who the fuck I am, I do know this: I get Seth for one night. And I’m going to enjoy every damn second of it.
So this time I watch as his fingers open me up, and I watch as his tongue circles my clit. I watch as he slides one finger and then two inside of me. I watch as his lips and tongue devour me while those fingers thrust inside me. I watch my hips roll against his mouth.
And I see the equal amount of pleasure in his eyes when I tighten around him, crying out a release that rips through my entire body and leaves me breathless.
Seth plants a row of light kisses along my inner thigh before he stands, finally shucking those blessed gray sweats.
I won’t pretend to know how anatomy really works, but I’d bet a million dollars he’s bigger and thicker than when we were teens. I can’t take my eyes off him.
He strokes himself slowly and I nearly come again. The knowing smile he gives me as he sits next to me on the couch, pulling me onto his lap, is both cute and cocky. Pun intended.
I straddle him, taking his face in my hands and kissing him deeply. “That was amazing.”
He runs his hands down my spine, smug smile growing even wider. “I remember what you like.”
I take him in my hand, guiding him to my entrance, hovering for a few drawn-out seconds before letting him sink fully inside me. He groans and I give him my own wicked smile. “So do I.”
A part of me wants to take this slow, to enjoy every single second of being with Seth. Milk it for all it’s worth, as it were. But once his hips start thrusting and his mouth lands on my nipple as he moves inside me, I can’t hold back.My entire body is racked with shivers and I’m skirting the precipice, frustratingly close to release but unable to fully fall over the edge.
“Seth,” I groan.
He still knows me, knows my body. His hand slips between us, his fingers stroking me right where I need it. My fingers lace through his hair, pulling not so gently as I explode around him. His hands grasp my hips, thrusting into me until his own release takes him a second later.
And I collapse, my head falling to his chest, which is heaving with the same winded gasps as mine.
For few minutes, the only sound is our quickened breathing.
