FRANCIS Kennington Park Road #2
He looks up at me, waiting, with those deep amber eyes of his, so wide, so full of emotion, framed by the longest lashes I’ve ever seen on anyone.
And as his body tenses ever so slightly in my arms, I can already feel his fear of being turned away.
So, I gently touch his face, gaze into his eyes, and hope he sees everything I feel for him reflected in mine.
Then I ask, “Are you sure, my love? Are you really certain you want to make love with me?”
“More than anything else in the world,” he replies softly, without hesitation.
“Okay, darling… okay.” I rest my forehead against his and feel him let out a shaky breath of relief.
“I want this too. So much,” I add, making sure there’s no room for doubt. “You were right, we’ve waited long enough. I just needed to be absolutely sure you were ready.”
“And I am, Starkey. Believe me, I’ve been sure for a while now…”
He starts moving against me again, and the friction is almost unbearable. I know I can’t wait any longer. This isn’t just about physical need; we both know that. This is about something deeper, something we’ve both been aching for.
“Hold on tight, little fox…” I warn him just in time, then lift him up, gripping that perfect, sculpted arse firmly in my hands.
As I stride towards our bedroom, I feel him trembling against me, eager, breathless, and every bit as desperate as I am for what’s about to happen.
Since the day I met him, I haven’t been with anyone else, and even before that, aside from regular testing, I’ve never had sex without using a condom.
But as a doctor, I know you can never be too careful, so recently, I repeated the full panel of tests, just to rule out any potential risks for either of us.
Jack is a virgin, but he still wanted to get tested too, and since we both came back completely clean, we don’t need condoms, just a generous amount of lube, which, thankfully, we’ve got.
But before anything else, there’s one important thing we need to talk about.
Once we’re in the bedroom, I gently lower him onto the bed, then lie down over him, bracing myself on my elbows so I don’t hurt him with my weight. I look straight into his eyes.
“This is your first time, and I want it to be perfect. Which means you need to feel in control and… well, we’ve never really talked about this but…”
Clearly, I’m terrible at this kind of conversation. Luckily, my boyfriend still seems to read my mind, because his cheeks flush all the way to the tips of his ears and he gives me a cheeky grin, picking up right where I left off.
“What you’re trying to ask me, Starkey, is whether I prefer to be on top or bottom, hm?” he laughs, lifting my chin with two fingers so I’m looking directly into his eyes.
“I suppose so…” I reply, clearly embarrassed, then force myself to go on. “I’ve… I’ve never been the one on the bottom. Honestly, it’s just never been part of my experience. But for you… I’d do anything. If that’s what would make you feel more comfortable, I wouldn’t hesitate.”
Jack stares at me, eyes wide and mouth slightly open in that classic look of surprise that’s so very him and just imagining how ridiculous I must seem right now makes me burst out laughing.
I lean down to brush his lips with mine and add quietly, “I don’t care what we do, little fox, as long as we do it together.
As long as I can feel you, whatever it is, it’ll be perfect, it’ll be wonderful, because all I want is you.
Just you. And if being on top helps you feel in control, then by all means, go for it. ”
But now it’s his turn to laugh, and when he replies, confident as ever, “Oh, but I’ve been in control for quite a while now, doctor…” I don’t doubt it for a second.
Then he adds, “I really appreciate you asking, I do. And I’m not ruling out saying yes to that one day. But right now, what I want, what I truly want more than anything, is to feel you inside me.”
At that point, I’m afraid I might lose control, but I know I can’t afford to, not this time. So, I begin to slide lower, intent on undressing him carefully.
But when I reach his leggings, I can’t help myself. I press my face between his thighs and take his hard length into my mouth, licking him slowly through the thin fabric.
Jack arches with a soft moan, and even though Adele is asleep at the end of the hallway and the baby monitor hasn’t made a sound, I won’t risk waking her now, not like this.
Reluctantly, I pull back and begin easing those tempting leggings down his legs, murmuring against his skin, “One day I’m going to rip these off you, McAvoy.
Just so you know. I’ve been thinking about it for months… ”
He lifts his head and glares at me in mock outrage, but I’m fairly certain the idea turns him on. In fact, by the time he’s left in just his t-shirt and underwear, I notice the front of his simple microfibre briefs is already soaked with precum.
“You don’t mind my idea, do you?” I ask, undressing as well and reaching for the bottle of lube on the bedside table.
“Maybe I do…” he teases, flashing me a wicked little smile. “But not tonight. I’ve got other plans,” he adds, pulling me down on top of him until our cocks, hard and slick, press together.
“So do I,” I whisper, leaning in to kiss his lips again before moving, torturously slow, over every inch of his perfect body.
I worship him with my mouth and my hands, every line and curve, every part of this stunning man. His jaw, his neck, his collarbones. Then down to the small, sensitive nipples I already know drive him mad, across his flat stomach and the little dip of his bellybutton.
By the time I reach his cock and take him into my mouth, Jack is already a trembling mess beneath me, and I know if I don’t slow down, neither of us is going to last much longer.
Once I’m absolutely sure he hasn’t changed his mind, and he rewards me with an exasperated glare, I start to prepare him slowly, carefully, one finger at a time, taking all the time we need to make sure I don’t hurt him, my treasure.
But when he starts moaning in frustration, growling, “For fuck’s sake, Fran! I’m ready!”, I know he’s at his limit.
I line myself up at his entrance and begin to push in, inch by inch, pausing to let him adjust, only moving again when he gives me the word, until I’m fully inside him, wrapped in the most delicious heat I’ve ever known, overwhelmed by a sense of wholeness so intense, so perfect, that it leaves me breathless.
When he finally urges me to move and we start riding this wave together, I already know it won’t last long.
The pressure is overwhelming, the feeling of being inside the person I love is beyond anything I could have imagined, indescribable.
And only now do I truly understand what it means to make love.
The pull between us is too powerful, and as I thrust into Jack, spurred on by the eager roll of his hips, the pleasure builds to such an unbearable height that it crashes over us like a tidal wave.
We come together, at the exact same time, and no matter how hard I try to muffle the cry against his shoulder, or how hard he tries to hold his in, the intensity of it all leaves us utterly undone.
Our eyes meet, still locked together, bodies joined and breath stolen, dazed by the force of what we’ve just shared. Then, slowly, I ease onto my back, careful not to slip out of him, and guide him down on top of me, chest to chest, skin to skin, heart to heart.
One. Just one.