18. Taran #2
His hands slid down my back, pulling me closer, and I let myself sink into him, the warmth of his skin, the way he fit so perfectly against me.
I took my time, letting my kisses and touches grow more deliberate, more assured.
His breaths turned into soft, almost soundless moans, and I swallowed each one like it was a gift.
The moment my fingers brushed the waistband of Wynter's pajama pants, I paused, my heartbeat drumming in my ears. I searched his face for any sign of reluctance, but instead, he arched his hips upward. It was a wordless invitation that sent a jolt of anticipation zipping through my veins.
Gently, almost reverently, I slid the soft fabric down. As more of him came into view, the sight stole my breath away. He twitched under my intense scrutiny and a rosy blush spread across his cheeks.
"God...you're breathtaking," I murmured huskily against his skin, pressing a trail of kisses to the neat thatch of hair on his groin. I swiped the length of his shaft with my tongue.
His body shivered beneath mine as I took him in my mouth. His head fell back against the pillow with a low moan that vibrated through me like a melody. My name spilled from his lips in ragged whispers and each sound he made only spurred me on further.
I let myself get lost in the sensation; the velvety feel of him against my tongue, the salty taste that was uniquely Wynter, the musky scent that filled my senses. His hands tangled in my hair as he guided me rhythmically; slow and deep then fast and shallow. I was already craving more of him.
Our eyes locked and there it was—raw desire mirrored back at me from those stormy blue-green orbs. "Taran..." He gasped out between ragged breaths, "Don't stop..."
Every gasp, every moan became our shared language—an erotic symphony filling the room with its intensity.
I licked and sucked, licked and sucked, driving him closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy.
“Tar… Taran, if you don’t stop… I’m gonna come.”
I slowly released his dick from my mouth one inch at a time until it was all out with a pop.
“You okay?” I murmured.
He tilted his head down, meeting my gaze. “Better than okay,” he said softly. But there was something in his expression—a flicker of uncertainty. He hesitated before speaking again. “I, um… I’ve never really thought about… roles.”
The words came out carefully, like he wasn’t sure how I’d take them. I smiled, crawling up to him and then leaning down to press a kiss to his forehead. “That’s okay. We don’t have to figure everything out right now.”
His lips quirked into a half-smile. “I know, but… it’s been on my mind. I guess I’ve always imagined what it would be like to… you know… be with you. And when I thought about it, I saw myself…” He trailed off, his cheeks coloring.
“Topping me,” I finished for him, a teasing edge to my voice. His eyes widened slightly, and I laughed softly. “Wyn, it’s okay. You can say it.”
“I just… I’ve wanted that for so long,” he admitted, his voice quiet but steady. “Not because I thought it was the only way, but because I wanted to be the one to take care of you like that. To show you how much you mean to me.”
Something warm unfurled in my chest at his honesty. I cupped his face, brushing my thumb along his cheekbone. “You’ve always taken care of me, Wynter. In ways you probably don’t even realize.”
He leaned into my touch, his eyes searching mine. “What about you? What do you… prefer?”
I let out a soft laugh. “I prefer to bottom,” I admitted, watching his reaction closely. “Always have. But that doesn’t mean I can’t—or won’t—top, if that’s what you want. This isn’t about one of us bending to the other’s preference. It’s about finding what works for us. Together.”
His brow furrowed slightly, like he was turning my words over in his mind. “You don’t mind?”
“Wynter,” I said, my voice firm but gentle.
“You’re the only person I’ve wanted in a very long time.
If topping is what makes you feel connected, I’ll give you that.
And if, one day, you decide you want me to take the lead, I can do that too.
As long as we’re honest with each other, we’ll figure it out. ”
He smiled then, slow and breathtaking, his hand resting on my chest. “I never thought I’d get to have this. To have you.” His voice dipped, quieter. “It feels… surreal.”
“Well,” I said, leaning down to capture his lips in a soft kiss, “you better get used to it. Because I’m not going anywhere.”
His laugh was low and warm, his arms sliding around me as he pulled me closer. “Neither am I.”
Wynter shifted beside me, propping himself up on one elbow. His fingers trailed absently over my chest, his touch featherlight but grounding. He looked thoughtful, like he was turning something over in his mind.
“There’s… one more thing,” I said, breaking the quiet. His eyes flicked to mine, curious but open. “I haven’t—uh—I haven’t been with anyone in over eighteen months.”
His fingers stilled against my skin, but his expression didn’t change—no judgment, just quiet attention.
“I got a full physical before retiring,” Wynter said, “and they gave me a clean bill of health. No surprises. But I’ll still get tested again soon, just to be sure. For us.”
Wynter’s lips quirked into a small, soft smile. “You didn’t have to say that, but I’m glad you did.”
I reached up, brushing a stray curl from his forehead. “I want this—whatever we’re building—to be as open and honest as it can be. No assumptions, no doubts.”
He nodded, his fingers starting to move again, tracing the line of my collarbone. “Do you… want to use protection?” he asked, his tone careful but not hesitant.
I considered the question for a moment before answering. “That’s up to you, Wynter. I trust you completely. Whatever you’re comfortable with, that’s what we’ll do.”