We broke apart after a long time, both out of breath, and grinning whenever we caught each other’s eyes.
Autumn and I barely managed to keep our hands to ourselves as we cooked dinner and ate, even though I wanted to keep touching her.
Just to hear her sigh again.
Once we’d cleared the table and stacked the dishwasher, we stood a little awkwardly in my kitchen.
Be brave, Graham.
“My sweet little fairy princess.” I caressed her cheek then trailed my hand down her neck. “Are you sure you want this?”
She brushed a strand of hair off my brow.
“If by ‘this’ you mean you then yes.”
I led her to the couch, sat down, and guided her down on my lap.
“I haven’t been with anyone in a while. Things have been different since my…”
Autumn cupped my head in her hands and searched my face. “Since your…?”
“Burnout,” I said, distracted by her sweet curvy body pressing down on my suddenly very happy and attentive cock.
“I’m so sorry you experienced that, Ross. It must have been so hard.” She brushed the length of my nose, giving me an empathetic little pout.
Gods, yes.
“It was. But it’s good now, more than good, actually.” Daring to put my hands on her hips earned me a little gasp.
“I’m so glad to hear that.” The more I lost my self-restraint, the more Autumn tried to hold onto hers.
Where does this leave us?
I slid my hands up to palm her waist, marvelling at how small she was compared to me.
Her hands landed on my chest.
“Do you want me to stop?” Ihadto ask her. Consent had always been my top priority, and getting it was such a fucking turn on.
“No, please,” she gasped. “Keep going.”
There was no way she didn’t feel my cock bucking between her legs at that sound.
“I like your hands on me.”
Moving them a bit higher meant I could cup her small breasts in my palms.
Hearing her moan my name warmed my insides and gave a boost to my self confidence.
It’s the little things that make a life worth living, Mr Graham.
That’s what my therapist said when I started working my way through the burnout.
I hadn’t believed her. Money and work had been my north stars. Until the house of cards I had built came crashing down on my face.
Seeing a soft pink tinge on Autumn’s cheeks and those soft noises of pleasure she made as I hitched my thumbs on her nipples made me believe the therapist’s words. This, and how my life had changed.
“Little Fairy,” I sighed, rolling her hard tips between thumbs and forefingers.
