"Then I'll go with you." The way he says it, likes it's nothing more than going to a movie or to the store, makes me wonder if he realizes what I'm saying.
"I'm talking about Peru and Scotland," I say.
He smiles. "Yeah, I got that. I'm not as dumb as I look."
I continue to stare at him. "But your work schedule."
"It can wait. They're tattoos, not neurosurgery. If my customers want them bad enough they can wait. If not, they can go to someone else. I have the best artists in the area on my team. They can pull it off."
"You would do that for me?"'
"I would do anything for you."
I take his face in my hands. When he looks at me, there's something vulnerable there. Something I've never seen from him before. I close my eyes and kiss him. He runs his thumb across the line of my jaw and tilts my head back so he can deepen the kiss. He scoops me off the ground and lifts me into his arms. I yelp and laugh at the sudden weightlessness of being picked up. I reach out and unlock the door and he carries me inside. My apartment is small enough that he easily finds my room. He lays me on the bed and we kiss more. His hands don't wander, he doesn't touch any part of my body other than the sides of my face. He seems perfectly content to just kiss me for now. I love the soft dance of our tongues as they come together. I could kiss him all day if my body weren't so insistent that it needed more from him.
He pulls away from me, keeping our faces close together. "I missed you. You scared the hell out of me. If we're going to be together, you can't scare me like that again, okay?" he says.
I run my thumb along his sharp cheekbone. I love everything about his face. And I can't help but feel proud that his is the face of a man who wants to be with me. There are going to be so many jealous women out there.
"I promise," I say.
He takes off my shirt. I take off his. Quid pro quo until we're both naked. Then we just explore each other's bodies. It's slow and passionate. The lights are on. Neither of us are in a hurry. It's just two people getting to know each other in the most intimate way possible.
With a slight prompt from his hand, my legs open for him. He runs his fingertips up and down my legs, sending shivers through my body. He reaches up to cup my breasts, squeezing my nipples until they're hard. One hand stays on my breast while the other roams between my legs. He slips two fingers into me and pulls them out, then raises them to my lips. While I suck his fingers into my mouth, I stroke him. Pre-cum coats my hand, making it easy to glide up and down his thick, long shaft. His hips move, fucking my hand.
Spreading my legs further apart, I guide him into me. He fucks me slowly at first, but then he reaches around my waist and lifts me off the bed while remaining inside of me. I wrap my legs around his waist, and with my arms around his neck, he fucks me standing up. It must take an incredible amount of physical strength to hold me up while fucking me at the same time. He makes it look easy.
After a while he presses my back against the wall to keep me steady while he puts my legs over his shoulders. My eyelids flutter, eyes rolling back as he slams into me.
"You have such a tight pussy. It feels so good," he says. "I love the way it squeezes my cock."
His lips lock onto mine and our tongues tangle in a passionate kiss. I'm moaning into his mouth as his dick drives deeper inside of me, painful and exhilarating at the same time.
"Your dick is so fucking big," I say when our mouths part.
"Yeah?" he says, slamming it hard into me until I scream.
My neighbors probably think I'm being murdered. That, or they're enjoying the show. So far no cops have shown up.
"You like the way I fuck you?" he asks.
"I love it."
He carries me back over to the bed and lays me down, standing above me. "I want to watch you finger yourself," he says.
I do what he wants, rolling my clit between my fingers as he watches, delving into my wet, swollen depths with two of my fingers.
The look on his face is intense as he strokes his hard cock.
"Faster," he says.
I'm masturbating at a furious pace, bucking my hips as I grow closer to climax. "That pretty pussy belongs to me now," he says. "No one else can have you."
I like the way he gets possessive during sex, so rugged and animalistic.
My moaning becomes louder as the intensity builds. I can't hold out much longer and he knows it.
"Come for me," he says. "I want to watch you come."
My body lets go. My orgasm throbs. I pull the hooded skin of my pussy back so he can see the evidence of my hard clit. I can feel my wetness leaking out of me. He leans in with his tongue, drinking it up, and engulfing my sensitive clit in his mouth.
Once he's had his fill, he leans back with a lusty look and says, "Good girl."
"Your turn," I say.
"Tell me what you want."
"Stroke that big cock for me."
He stands at the edge of the bed, putting on a show with his slow, deliberate strokes. I get on my knees in front of him and lick the tip, catching his pre-cum on my tongue as it drips off.
"That's so fucking hot," he says.
I cast my eyes up at him and watch his face.
"I want to see that beautiful ass of yours," he says.
I turn around and bend over for him, spreading my cheeks.
His voice gets deep, intense. "Oh, God, baby, you're amazing."
I lick my finger, making it wet then start fingering my asshole, pushing in past the tight barrier.
"Oh, fuck," he cries out and I feel his hot cum spirting along my crack and my asshole.
He collapses on the bed beside me, looking utterly content. "Holy shit," he says. "That was the sexiest thing I've ever seen."
I kiss his lips. "I'm glad you enjoyed it."
It takes him a while to catch his breath. Once he comes down, he gets up and walks naked around my room. I lie in bed watching him as he studies the spines of the books on my shelves. I let out a contented sigh as I admire his beautiful body, the hard curves of his calves and hamstrings, that tight round ass. All solid muscle and sinewy grace. If I were an artist, I would paint him just like this, standing in my room.
I love that he's so comfortable in his own skin, and that I'm starting to feel the same way when I'm around him. He makes me feel sexy and beautiful.
"Which one is your favorite?" he asks, pointing to the books.
All of my books are old. I haven't read them in years. They're mostly the remains of my high school years when I had all the time in the world.
"Game of Thrones," I say. It's the only one in the series I ever read, but I loved it so much I read it twice.
He looks at me, wide-smiled and open-mouthed. "You're joking, right?"
"No, I'm not joking. Have you read it?" I thought I would have to defend it to him, but then he comes back to bed and lies next to me, exposing his inner arm.
Up close to his armpit there's a passage that reads, ‘Once you accept your flaws no one can use them against you'.
"Tyrion Lannister!" I say, sitting up and leaning in closer for a better look. He has several other tattoos on his body that are sayings and I wonder if they are from other books.
"He's my favorite character and that's one of my favorite quotes," I tell him.
"I never would have pegged you as a fantasy buff," he says.
I give him a sideways glance and smile. "There's a lot you don't know about me."
"Like what?" He rubs the skin of my inner thigh, tickling me, but in a soothing, wonderful way.
"Like, under all the makeup and hair dye lives a supernerd."
He props himself on an elbow, his smile taking up most of his face. "You? There's no way."
I lift an eyebrow. Challenge accepted.
"When I was in high school, I read every book in the Forgotten Realms series," I say.
"As in Dungeons and Dragons?"
"That would be the one."
His laughter shakes the bed.
"Kia used to tease me relentlessly about it. She thought I was the biggest geek in the world until she jumped on the Harry Potter train and finally understood. The struggle is real," I say.
He shakes his head, laughter trailing off.
"I wish you could've met her," I say.
"Me too."
We sit there, quiet for a moment when he asks, "Do you cosplay too?"
"No, but I've done makeup on friends who do. I've been to a ton of conventions."
He takes my hand, holding it and playing with my fingers. "You're officially my favorite person on Earth."
"You're mine too," I say.
8
A few days later, once Max has gotten his passport and ties up all his loose ends at work, we have everything we need to travel and we leave for Peru. I'm so glad he's with me. There's not a single boring moment when he's around. Even on the long plane ride. Sometimes we read, sometimes we play Mad Libs or other games like Scrabble and Boggle. Mostly we just talk. The more I learn about him the more I want to know.