Chapter 28 #2
“I did, but I don’t need to add that to our sex life, baby.
I liked doing it before I met you because I felt in control.
And I didn’t have much of that in my life back then.
When we open the club and if you want to have fun with another couple with me, we can try it then, but I like the intimacy of making love to you.
And if it’s okay with you, I’d prefer we keep BDSM out of our private sex life.
I know for many people, they find intimacy in BDSM, but for me it was never about that. ”
He seemed stunned as he gaped at me. “But… I thought you only said you didn’t need it, because you didn’t want to pressure me. You truly don’t miss it?”
I shook my head. “I loved doing it before I met you, and I like the idea of playing with you in the future, but only with others involved. I want it to be special when it’s just me and you.
I only want to make love to you, baby. If we play with others, it will be for fun and just be sex, it won’t be intimate, and it sure won’t be making love. ”
He attacked me then, peppering me with kisses on my neck, then my face.
We tumbled down the bed and just kissed.
I had my suspicions on Pete thinking too much on the whole BDSM thing, and I might have needed it, if it was the lifestyle I was into, but since it was my escape and I no longer felt like escaping life, I meant every word I’d said.
I also meant the part about playing with others, it could be fun, as long as Pete enjoyed it too.
If not, then making love to Pete forever sounded perfect too.
“I’ve missed having your lips on mine,” he whispered softly.
I hummed in agreement and kissed him again, softer this time.
Then I moved my hand down his back, slowly inching closer to his butt, and once there, I squeezed it, palming it with one hand while the other held his neck.
He moaned into my mouth and I found the reason.
“What’s this?” I teased, rubbing the plug.
“You got yourself all ready for me? Was that why you demanded a shower? You wanted me to take you hard and fast?” He nodded eagerly, biting his bottom lip and looking all too edible.
“Oh, baby. Like I could ever refuse you.” I tugged on his jockstrap, removing it as far as it would go, then pushed him down so he lay underneath me.
I attacked his mouth with mine, all in on his plan for a quick fuck.
I had planned on taking my time with him, but I’d gone too long without, so I likely wouldn’t last long anyway.
I had one hand in his hair and the other I used to tease the plug out. I then threw it on the floor and positioned my dick at his entrance, holding it just right as he held his legs open for me. Slowly, I eased inside him, feeling like I was finally home again.
“Yes,” he breathed, tilting his head back and closing his eyes. I kissed each eyelid and slowly began to move. As soon as I knew he could take it, I sped up, thrusting harder into him as I whispered how beautiful he was. How perfect. How slick and tight. How he was all mine. Mine to fuck. To claim.
“My perfect baby,” I groaned as he caressed my back with his blunt nails, lightly marking me.
“My sexy man,” he whispered hoarsely, then grabbed my neck and claimed my lips, forcing his tongue inside my mouth and claiming me all over again.
I groaned, loving how much he wanted me.
I couldn’t get enough. Would never get enough.
His pale skin was smooth under my touch; the only coloring was from how hot I’d gotten him.
His cheeks, neck, and chest all flushed. Because of me.
I moved his head with my right hand, lightly nipping at his neck as I continued to fuck into him. He kept making these delicious grunting whimpers, urging me on, beckoning me to continue, to never stop.
“Jackson,” he whimpered, his heavy-lidded eyes begging me for release.
He began stroking himself and I knew it meant he was close now.
I upped my pace, not caring about anything other than coming with him.
We were both chasing the high together, and with one final thrust, we came, roaring and groaning out our pleasure.
I panted, leaning all my weight on my forearms so I didn’t crush him.
He was still holding on to my back, almost like he was afraid to break the moment between us.
We’d both needed that. Needed to touch. To feel one another again.
I didn’t care that two days weren’t much; It had felt like a fucking month to me.
The doorbell rang, breaking the tender moment between us where we just existed together.
I moved away from Pete, sitting up on the bed as I located my pants.
Throwing them on, I left the room in a hurry.
“Food delivery!” I quickly informed him as I left the room.
I’d taken my T-shirt with me to wipe his cum off my stomach while moving, which was really great thinking, I might add.
With our food secured in my hand, I walked into the living room to find the TV had gone black and the drinks had condensation rings around the bottoms. I hurried into the kitchen and dumped the liquid in the sink, then began making new ones.
As soon as the drinks were freshly made and the sushi plated to look nice, Pete joined me.
He’d put on his joggers and a soft T-shirt, looking freshly showered and adorable.
“You are the most amazing boyfriend ever,” he said, sitting down next to me on the couch and pecking my cheek with a kiss. “What did I do to deserve you?”
I kissed his lips and offered him his drink. “You were unapologetically you.”