“Yeah,” I said.’Cause, obviously.“When I was dancing professionally, the company hired someone to give us all therapeutic massages.It was awesome.”
“I can do this for you whenever you want.”He pressed his fingers in harder, working his way down my back and along my ribcage.I could feel myself unwinding, coming apart, like he was unfolding me on the blankets, opening me up.
“Eddie, that feels so fucking good.”
He kissed the nape of my neck and kept his mouth soft, and I felt him breathing into my hair.When he pulled back, my neck felt cool, and he put his fists on either side of my tailbone and bore down.
“Did you make sex noises like that when the massage therapist worked on you?”he said.
Which, I didn’t realize I had been.I was more focused on whathewas doing than what I was.
“No, but I didn’t want to have sex with her.Ohhh fuck, Eddie, keep doing that.”
After he’d worked my back, he patted my side.“Turn over for me, tapper.”
He didn’t move, so I had to flip him off me, and he dropped onto his side on the blankets.He laughed.
“What?”I said.
Then I saw him looking at my boxers.Okay, I was excited, and yeah, it was obvious.Whatever.
He climbed back on top of me, kneeling over me, put his hands on my shoulders and worked his fingers in.That felt so good and relaxing I let my head fall back on the pillow and closed my eyes.Then he kissed me lightly, pulled back, and kissed my nipples through my shirt, which, gotta be honest, none of my girlfriends had ever tried on me, but...I liked it.Maybe because it was him doing it.
He kissed his way down my body.Then he held me by my hips.I opened my eyes because he was definitely about to blow me, and that wasn’t what I wanted.
“Eddie?”
He stopped kissing me.“Yeah?”
“Would you fuck me?”
He blinked.I didn’t surprise him often, so it was a treat when it happened.“You sure?”
“Yeah.”
He jumped to his feet and tore up the hallway to the bedroom.I’d never seen him move so fast.I was lying there with my heart hammering when he came back holding the box of condoms, the lube, and a package of tissues.He tossed them onto the blankets and stripped off his jeans.Then he lay down next to me.I could feel his warmth, and he draped his arm across my chest, nicely heavy.I rolled over so we were face-to-face, and I put my arm around him, and he wormed his other arm underneath me, and we held each other.We lay with the tips of our noses touching, breathing hard.
I touched his cheek, felt stubble under my fingers.I kissed him.He kissed me back.Then his hand moved to my lower back, and he pressed it, and I made this quiet sound into his mouth—I hoped it was quiet, because I felt embarrassed reacting that obviously.
He massaged my back in little circles and kept kissing me, pulling back and kissing me again until I held him tight so he couldn’t pull away, and we made out properly, and I moaned.I didn’t mean to.It just happened.
He stopped kissing me.Then he reached for the lube.He popped the cap and squirted it all over his fingers, so it dripped onto the blankets, which, okay, it was water soluble.It was fine.He tossed the lube away and fell onto his side, pulling me close.
He kissed me again.Everything felt different this time.Now, I was totally into it.He slipped his hand down the back of my boxers and touched me with his lubed fingers and just kept them there, not moving.They felt cool and slick.I kissed him harder because he was turning me on.
Then he slowly slid his fingers inwards until he touched me.
I stopped kissing him.
“Okay?”he said.
I nodded because it felt good.
He stroked me over and over.No one had ever touched me there before.It felt like he was stroking my soul.It was so intense I started swearing.
“Breathe,” he said.“You’re doing great.You’re doing fantastic.I’m gonna put my finger inside you now, okay?”
He pressed his finger against me, and it slid right in, so easily it took my breath away.
