Page 53 of The Benefits of Love (As I Am 2)

The view of him naked was beautiful.Hewas beautiful. Isignaled him with my finger to come to me, and he did. He joined me on the bed, cradling my face with his forearms on either side, stroking my hair, nuzzling his nose against mine.

The intimacy in the gesture had me chewing on my lip to refrain from talking. What would Ihave said that wouldn’thave gotten me into trouble, even if Italked?

So Ididn’t. Idug my fingernails into his back, willing him to move. He traced his thumb on the lip Iwas biting, pausing at the corner, then tightening his hold on my face when he slid his hard cock inside me.

Icouldn’tlook away from him if Itried.

Zach thrust slow and deep into me, melting me to the bed with the weight of his warm and familiar body. We kissed and moaned and breathed in each other, tightening and swelling until the intensity of it all peaked with an earth-shattering orgasm.

He came when my spasms started, and Iclung to him as Irode out the orgasm. His arms were the refuge from today, from the world.

With atiny kiss to my nose, he lifted from me, already pulling his boxers back on. The rational part of me demanded Ilet him go, if not now than in an hour, tops. It reminded me that as protective as he had acted, he had just done what any good friend would’ve done for me. My wrought heart begged me not to sleep alone tonight, beating louder and louder as if saying we weren’tready.

In aweak, very unlike me moment, Ilistened to my heart.

“Zach,” Icalled him when he raised aleg to put on his pants. He lowered it back to the floor. “Will you stay…just for tonight?”

“Sure,” he answered without hesitation, climbing next to me on the bed.

He spun me so my back faced him and lowered his head to the crook of my neck. “Your dad is almost as wonderful as mine.” He chuckled, dispersing any sort of moment we had in his own Zach-way. Iappreciated him for it.

Didn’tmean Iwanted to hear about my dad, or any dad after having sex. “For fuck’ssake, no more dad talk.”

“Maybe some dad jokes then? Igot plenty.”

“You’re aware dad jokes aren’tabout dads, right?”

He didn’tanswer, tickling me instead and loving how Isquirmed for help in his arms. Then he told jokes about dads and Ilaugh-cried myself to sleep.