Page 71 of Love Potion

“Do me a favor?” I say.

“Anything.”

“Don’t treat me like I’m made of glass. I’m an adult and I know what I’m doing. If I need to stop or slow things down, trust me to tell you. Can you do that?”

Bane nods. “Absolutely.”

“Good.” I smile. “Now get up here.”

Bane crawls onto the bed, settling between my legs to kiss me. I wrap my arms and legs around his lean body, reveling in the feeling of his weight on me and his tongue in my mouth. I’m glad I figured out the missing puzzle piece of my attraction ability. It was probably never gonna happen without the love and safety I feel with Bane. I never got that far with anyone else.

I’m aware of his erection pushing against my thigh, and I feel the slightest of tingles deep in my belly, tiny tendrils of heat snaking between my legs. It’s happening. Mentally, I push away my thoughts. The less I focus on it, the better it is.

“Bane,” I whisper against his lips. “Want you.”

“How?”

“On your back.”

He nods, kissing a trail down my neck before lifting off me to roll over onto his back. His cock juts out from his hips, standing straight and proud, and my stomach flutters again. I lick my lips, shifting to a new position beside him. I’m woefully out of practice with this. I haven’t given anyone head in years, but right now, all I want is to feel him in my mouth.

I don’t hold back, diving in and sliding my mouth down his shaft. Bane moans, lifting his head to watch me awkwardly find a rhythm. It’s unlikely to be his best blow job ever, but hopefully he doesn’t mind.

His cock twitches and swells on my tongue, leaving a trail of sticky, salty-sweet precum behind.

“Fuck, Jerr. Go slow.”

I nod, meeting his gaze for just a moment before focusing on my task. I like the way he feels in my mouth, the way the silky skin of his cock brushes over my tongue, the weight of it, the head tickling the back of my throat. But his scent. Wow. He smells clean from the shower, but there’s something else. It’s familiar and comforting, and I’ve smelled it a thousand times in my life. It’s Bane.

“Oh shit.” He blows out a breath. “Feels so good.”

I’m not sure whether that’s true, but I’ll choose to believe him. A surge of confidence flows through me as I reach down to massage his balls, and he shivers, his breath catching. Not once does he push my head down or pump his hips to gag me. He lies as still as he can, his fingers tangled in the bedding as he watches me do my best.

I try to get as much of him down my throat as possible, and he moans long and slow as his eyelids flutter. He likes it. I’m giving him this pleasure.

“You gotta stop soon, babe,” he pants. “Unless this is how you plan to finish me off.”

It’s a tempting idea, but I really want to try the one thing that’s always challenged me. Every time I’ve gotten to this point with a guy I dated, I either wanted to run or I suffered through it for his sake, but that’s not what I feel right now. Far from it. I want to make Bane feel good, but I want to feel good too. I really want to make love, actual love, for the first time in my life.

I pop off and move up his body to kiss him. Bane tangles his fingers in my hair, deepening the kiss, and as I climb on top of him to straddle his hips, the hint of an erection teases my cock.

“You good?” Bane asks.

“Really good.”

I lean over to open his nightstand drawer and pull out his lube. He’s shaking beneath me, which is kind of sweet. He’s nervous. Bane, the most amazing man I know, is nervous about being with me. Wild.

My fingers brush the foil wrapper of a condom. “We’ve always done our testing together.”

He nods, gazing at me with pure awe in his eyes. “Yeah.”

“So we can skip these, right?” I hold one up. “I don’t want anything between us.”

“Fuck.” His voice is deep and raspy now. “We can skip them.”

Smiling, I drop the condom and grab the lube instead. I open the lid and pour some onto his cock. His breath hitches, and he tenses when I drop the bottle and touch him instead. He feels hard and slick in my grasp, but when I look down, a foreign sensation takes over. Is this what lust feels like? The overwhelming desire to touch and look and feel? Now I understand what all the hype was about. This is amazing.

Before I can say anything, Bane flips me onto my back, lifting my legs. “Gonna get you ready.”

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