He kisses the inside of my thigh. My thigh shakes against his cheek, and he hushes it with his palm flat against the outside of it, steady, I’ve got you, I’ve got you. He kisses up to my mouth and back down. He’s touching me with his hands. He’s kissing me everywhere he can reach. I can’t believe I’m under BlueGolding in his own bed with our friends’ downstairs, and he’s taking me in pieces.
Finally.
Finally,like a dream come true.
A small moan hitches in my throat. From the relief of it. From the finally of it.
He hears it and kisses my mouth. He doesn’t ask if I’m okay. He knows. He knows exactly. He sits up on his knees between my legs and hooks his thumb into the waistband of his boxers. He pulls them down and kicks them off the side of the bed.
I look at him.
He’s — I’m speechless.
He picks up the foil packet and rips it open. He rolls the condom on himself, and I watch as excitement and nerves roll through my body.
He leans over me, pressing his weight into me with just enough contact to make me moan. He looks at me with blue eyes so soft that it makes my chest ache.
“Tell me if you need me to stop. Tell me anything.”
I nod.
He kisses me.
He kisses me slow.
Then he grabs his dick and aims for my entrance, shifting forward.
I feel him start to enter, and he kisses me into it. I gasp into his mouth — a sharp small sound — and my hands fly to his shoulders, gripping, holding on.
He stills completely. His forehead against mine. His breath stopped.
“Melly?”
“I’m okay.”
I’m crying. I don’t know when I started crying again, but quiet tears just slipping down the sides of my face into my hair. Not from pain. From everything else.
“You sure?”
“Yes.” A small laugh-cry. “Yes.”
“I can —”
“Blue. Keep going. Please. You feel really good.”
He huffs into my mouth. He kisses the corner of my eye where a tear is.
He moves.
The first thrust is a little fumbled. It’s all too much. The sensation of him inside me is strong, so I squirmy, and my knee bumps his hip. My elbow hits his ribs. The emotions in my chest are so thick that I’m not thinking clearly. All Icanthink about is the way he feels inside of me. His tongue in my mouth, his dick pressing into me, and how I’ve thought about this moment for years and years of my life. Every time I touched myself, every time I slept with Chase, every time I had a sex dream; my mind was always on Blue. The pleasure coursing through my body is a high that I’ve never experienced before. It’s one thing to have sex, but to have it with someone I’ve always loved wholeheartedly, and he loves me back, is something else entirely.
I don’t think life gets any better than this.
My body can’t take the amount of sparks flying, so I bump him again but with my head this time on his nose.
“I’m sorry,” I peep out, mortified. But I slightly forget what I’m sorry for when he readjusts himself and hits a spot deep inside of me that makes me moan.
He huffs once into my shoulder and stops moving, and we both laugh against each other’s mouths. My mind zooms back out of the moment. And I rub his face where my forehead hit.
