Page 74 of Beneath Cherry Blossom Memories
The need for skin on skin is unbearable, so I slip my hand under the front of his shirt and rest my palm over his stomach. We smell the same now. He’s in my clothes, my conditioner is in his hair, my soap on his body. I love how we fit so well together. My lips brush that spot again, and he releases a breathy sigh that goes straight to my dick.Not now.But the memo is lost because I’m getting hard. It’s got to be his presence. The way his ass is curved right against my crotch.
Ugh.
I realize this is highly inappropriate because he had a full-on breakdown, and I’m fighting the urge to rub my cock on him. He’ll always be beautiful to me, desirable. We’re symbiotic like that. Forcing my eyes to shut and keep myself from grinding into his ass, I take a breath. A few minutes pass, and just when my boner starts to ease, Eli wiggles. His perky ass glides right over it. I bite off a groan and hold him tighter so he’ll be still.
He wigglesagain.
I’ve never had Eli’s ass.Ever.
The first time we were intimate, I tried to top him, but he said no and fingered me until I was coming hands-free. And then he fucked me. It was just decided from that point on that I was a bottom. He’d give me some freedom to topfromthe bottom, but it’s not the same. For some twisted reason, I want to pry his cheeks apart and slide in. It’s got to be a possessive thing. Even for work, Eli doesn’t bottom. Would he like it? Would he want to?
Why have we never talked about it before?
As skinny as he is, he’s got a nice ass. I’ve always appreciated it. Now? Now I feel like a teenager seeing a pretty pink hole for the first time. I’m being a creep. A thirsty ass bitch. Getting emotional makes me horny, and Eli has always used it against me in the past. He’d take whatever I was feeling and fuck it out of me. I want to do that to him. I want…hell, I want to make him feel good like he does for me.
And there goes his ass again. He’s fucking awake.
“Eli,” I groan.
“Yes?”
“What are you doing?”
He hums, takes my hand, and places it on his half-hard dick. “You kept poking me. Can’t sleep with a pole in my ass.”
I stroke him through the sweats he’s wearing, taking the opportunity to roll my hips. A happy sigh leaves him. “Sorry,” I say, but I’m really not.
“It’s okay. I like it.”
My hand stills. I swallow down a gulp. “You do?”
“Mhm.” This time, he works his ass over my dick. A slow, firm roll that has my eyes fluttering. “Do you want to fuck me, baby?” he whispers, guiding my hand over his cock again.
Oh hell, when he says it like that? “I do.” I groan and try to talk myself out of it. He probably feels terrible still. And he’s got stitches. “I’ll be fine, though. You should rest.”
“I don’t want to.” And he shoves my hand down the front of his pants. “Touch me.”
“Are you feeling better?” I lift on my elbow to look down at him because he doesn’t answer. Still holding his dick, I search his expression. “It’s…okay if you’re not.”
He nods once and peeks at me. Pouting when I pull my hand away, he sighs and turns over so we face each other. I hold back a moan when our dicks brush. “I don’t want what happened to make shit weird between us. I know I’ve fucked everything up, but can you just pretend I didn’t?”
I cup his face, pushing as much conviction as I can into my voice as I tell him, “You didn’t fuck everything up. If anything, you made things better.”
He nibbles his lip, caressing my side. “I did?”
“Yes, Eli. You did.You.”
His lashes flutter as he squeezes my hip. “I don’t believe you.”
“I’m here, aren’t I? You’re here. We aren’t fighting. I’m hard as fucking granite and trying to be a gentleman. We’re okay.”
A cute snort comes out, and he pushes my shirt up to feel my skin. “You don’t have to be a gentleman with me.”
I see something fade in his eyes, so I shake my head. “I do. I should be courting you like those dudes back in the day. Proving to you that I’m worth being with, making you feel good and safe.” He scoffs, so I kiss his forehead. “I want to take you on fancy dates, hand feed you, make you smile.”
“That’s so cheesy,” he whines.
“Yeah, well, it’s true. Should’ve done that shit a long time ago.”
