Page 59 of Love Potion

Even with pink cheeks and patches of red on his neck and upper chest, he pulls the waistband of his briefs down, revealing his body in all its glory. My breath catches and my cock immediately begins to swell.

“Fuck, you’re gorgeous.”

“I am?”

“You gotta know that.”

He shrugs, but there’s a smile on his face as he sits on the edge of my bed. “Your turn.”

I kick off my jeans in mere seconds, desperate to get close to him again. He laughs softly, but the smile fades and his eyes go wide once he realizes I’m definitely turned on.

“You sure you want me to take these off?” I ask with my thumbs on the band of my underwear.

“I’m sure.”

I tug them down, keeping my eyes on his as my cock springs free. He’s staring at it, his bottom lip trapped in his teeth, but then his eyes flit up, and his expression relaxes slightly.

“You’re hot, Bane.”

“Thanks.” I walk to the other side of the bed and pull the blankets back. “Ready for bed?”

He nods, slowly turning around to climb under the sheets. As soon as he’s settled, I scoot closer, draping my arm over him but keeping enough distance that my dick isn’t rubbing all over him.

I close my eyes, focusing on making my erection die down, but Jerryn has other ideas as he scoots back, rubbing his ass all over me.

“Jerr…”

“Is this bad?”

“What do you mean? Nothing we do isbad.”

“Bad for you? Am I making it harder to not touch?”

I laugh, kissing the back of his neck. “You’re obviously making it hard.”

He laughs with me, twisting around to face me. His laughter fades as he searches my eyes. I lean in just a little to kiss him, the way I’ve wanted to a thousand and one times, the way I’m allowed to now.

He sighs into the kiss, dragging his hand down my chest, surprising me when he drapes his leg over my hip. I slide my hand down his back, tentatively letting it rest on the curve of his ass.

And then I swear I feel it. His cock brushing against mine. Could it be?

“Bane…”

“What, babe?”

He doesn’t say anything, but a few seconds later, he huffs, breaking the kiss and rolling onto his back. Jerryn stares up at the ceiling, clutching the blankets to his chest.

“What happened, Jerr?”

He’s quiet, and I know him well enough to know he’ll talk when he’s ready, so I lay my head on his shoulder and give him space.

Enough time passes that I start to feel drowsy, but I force my eyes to stay open. Finally, he exhales slowly.

“I think I get it now,” he says.

“What?”

“I’m thinking too much. I was starting to feel it, you know? That tingle of arousal, and then my brain took off in a thousand directions thinking about what to do about it and if it would last and if I should try and?—”

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