Page 52 of Contingently Yours

He lets out a breathless laugh and squeezes my arm, glancing down.

His grip fidgets on my biceps. I wait for more, but he just glances at me and then down again on a soft intake of breath.

Is he…all right? I’m yanked closer, and his mouth covers mine, hard.

He cups my face in both hands, and the kiss softens, becoming deeper and more sensual.

When he comes up for air, he sucks in a breath and sniffles. My heart squeezes hearing that sound.

“You know, not to one-up you, but I told you two weeks ago. I was just waiting for the right moment to say it again.”

“I know.” I laugh, resting my forehead against his and closing my eyes to bask in the moment.

“You know? You said you didn’t remember anything after we got back to your house.”

“I was giving you an out.”

“Who says I need an out? And wait a minute…why did it take you two weeks?” Pulling back, the worried mask covers his face again. “Were you…not sure? Because you don’t have to say it just because I said it.”

“I wanted to spread out our happy memories.”

Groaning, he rests his forehead against mine. “You are so sentimental. You know that?”

“Says the man with his Christmas tree up in July.”

Drawing back, his face lights up with defiance. “Hey! That’s different. You held out on me. You’re a tease.”

“Patient,” I correct.

Narrowing his eyes, he challenges with, “Cruel.”

“Thoughtful.”

“Mean.”

Chuckling, I absorb the concealed joy rolling off him. I used to get so aggravated having verbal battles with him, but now they’re one of the highlights of my day.

“Yours,” I affirm softly.

Grinning, he squeezes my hip and tugs me closer, murmuring in front of my lips. “Damn right you are.”

When his arms go around me, and his sweet taste touches my tongue, I melt into him. Now that I’ve shared my truth, it’s like a dam has been broken. Maybe I am sentimental, because I swear I can feel the love flowing between us, wrapping around us.

He yanks my shirt out of my jeans and splays his palms across the bare skin of my lower back.

His fingers knead my flesh the same way I’m practically clawing at his back to get him closer.

Skirting my hand down between us, I rub the hardness behind his fly, still amazed that I’m no longer shy about being so bold with a man I never intended to even like.

He lets out a little growl and pulls back. “Go to my room. Now.”

“You’re so bossy,” I laugh, still panting from our kisses even as his words send a punch of desire to my groin.

“Go to my room, Tufty, and I’ll show you bossy.”

I think that’s a promise. I smile and start down his hallway. When I don’t hear him following, I glance back. He peels his shirt over his head, and the look he gives me nearly scorches my underwear.

“You’d better be naked when I get in there.”

Whipping my shirt over my head, I shuffle to his bedroom with hurried steps, unfastening my pants on the move.

With my heart in my throat, I kick my shoes off, sending them flying.

God, I’m trembling with eagerness so badly this almost feels like the first time.

I shove my pants and underwear down in one swift movement, staring at the bed, searching for ways I can appear sexy.

When I hear his footsteps tromping down the hall, my heart skips a beat. Time’s up.

I panic, fling my jeans off my feet, and dive onto the mattress, landing on my stomach.

Adjusting my dick underneath me, I get a tingle as it brushes against the comforter.

We’ve never tried sex in this position. It’s all I’ve got, so I fold my arms underneath my head and rest them on the pillow, eyes trained on the door.

Andrew appears in it a few seconds later, naked and hard. I know he said he’s done with wilderness adventures, but he looks like a deranged Lucas hunter, and boy, am I really happy to be a Lucas right now. I lie still like good prey, trying to keep my expression innocent.

He reaches down and squeezes the head of his cock. “Fucking hell,” he whispers under his breath.

I bury my smile in the crook of my arm. His heavy footsteps come closer, and the mattress dips. My legs are covered with his body heat. I feel the cut of his jaw on my ass. Something wet and slippery paints a stripe up my crease, and I gasp from the surprise.

My legs shift further apart instinctively.

He did this a few days ago in the shower and left me a blubbering mess.

I kind of wanted to ask where he’s learning all his tricks, but they say not to look a gift horse in the mouth.

If he had to text his cousin Shaw and his husband Terry, I don’t want to know about it.

We had dinner at their place the other night, and it was difficult enough to try to forget that they’re the ones who told him how to find my prostate a few weeks ago.

They seem like a really sweet couple, regardless of the way Terry seemed to get flustered when he couldn’t push Andrew’s buttons, but it’s kind of difficult to forget that a person has given your boyfriend a lesson on your anatomy.

Groaning, I bury my face in the pillow, arching my hips up to Andrew’s mouth.

He grips my ass cheeks, spreading them apart, giving me the exposed sensation I got the other day.

Except now, it’s quickly replaced by the pleasure from his tongue as he swirls it around my ring and then makes little jabs at its center.

“Fuck, Andrew.”

“Yes. Yes, we will,” he teases. “But first…”

The tip of his tongue presses through my ring of muscles, slipping inside.

It’s not the heat I want to feel, but I am not about to complain.

Especially when he reaches my gland. The strange sensation that I’ve grown accustomed to puts that terrifying pressure on my bladder but then mushrooms into bliss, bursting through my cock and balls.

My hips buck back for more when his tongue retreats, my ass bumping him in the face.

I don’t care if I just ass-bulldozed him. He started it.

He pulls all the way out, though, leaving me feeling empty. I glance back, wondering what the problem is, just in time to see his hand come down on my ass cheek, giving me a little swat.

“Hold still. I’m not done yet.”

Leaning toward his nightstand, his kneecap digs into the back of my thigh. I grunt at the discomfort, watching him scramble for a bottle of lube.

“Sorry,” he whispers, moving his leg and settling back between mine.

His palm comes down again, but this time, it’s softly rubbing the offended area.

From here, I can see a condom in his grasp, and I’m grateful for it tonight.

I have a feeling that afterward, I’m just going to want to curl up and fall asleep with him instead of showering.

We’ve been learning a few things about the mess of anal sex and anal hygiene.

For someone I could barely have a conversation with once, he’s been incredibly thoughtful, always asking me how I feel afterward.

I’m honestly too afraid to try it out of fear of hurting him, but I told him that if he walked me through it, I’d do it for him if he wanted.

Relaxing into the pillow, I hear the snap of the condom and then feel his lubricated fingers at my entrance. I melt further into the mattress when he dips them inside, coating me. He’s careful as always, but I sense the urgency in him. I feel the same in myself.

“I’m good, Andrew,” I whisper. “I’m ready.”

“You’re sure?”

“Yeah.”

Exhaling, he lies down on top of me. The press of his weight alone supplies another aspect of arousal. I feel complete and safe, even though I wasn’t afraid a moment ago. His arms drape over the back of mine, hugging me as he nuzzles the side of my face with his.

“Tell me again?” he whispers, a vulnerable contrast to his bossy display a few moments ago.

Letting my eyes slip closed, I smile, feeling the words before I even say them. “I love you.”

Burying his face in my neck, he takes a deep inhale and squeezes me, just holding me like that for a moment.

At this moment, I know nothing will ever come between us.

The feeling is just too big, runs too deep, and is so mutually appreciated, it’s the kind that lasts forever.

When he angles his head to kiss me, I know I’ll remember this day for the rest of my life.

Shifting his hips, his cock slips between my cheeks.

He runs the tip through my seam several times until I start fidgeting, trying to nudge my hips back to capture him.

He must finally get the hint, using his hand to line himself up.

I’m so relaxed and open, I’m more than ready.

Even the initial burn is a welcome sensation as he presses inside.

I lie as still as possible with my eyes closed, feeling every inch as he nudges deeper, filling me.

Panting, he settles his chest onto my back when his balls brush against the back of mine.

His weight, the fullness, the emotions in my chest—they’re almost a sensory overload.

I let out a little cry and clasp his fingers when he intertwines his with mine. It’s not even the best part yet, but it’s so good. I’m as close to the man I love, and as happy, as a person can be.

“Good?” he whispers in my ear, sounding strained.

“Too good.”

When his hips retreat, I dig my toes into the mattress to arch my hips. His cockhead glides back and then forth over my gland, blossoming sheer ecstasy throughout my body. I feel his lips pressing kisses on the back of my shoulder.

“Love you too,” he pants. “So stupidly in love with you.”

The words somehow amplify the intensity of everything. I feel like his Christmas tree, lit up from head to toe.

“Andrew,” I moan, sliding back to lift my hips higher.