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He’s too cute for words.
“Hi,” I greet him back, smiling as I dip my head in for a quick, sweet kiss. I curl my right hand up from under him to toy with the ends of his hair and then smooth my palm over the back of his head. “How are you feeling?”
“Is there a word better than phenomenal? ‘Cos…wow.”
I smirk, even while my heart squeezes. “You’re very good for my ego.”
Instead of flirting back with me, he scoots in for a hug, hiding his face under my chin. “Thank you,” he says, his voice tight with emotion.
I don’t ask him what for, but I do squeeze him close. “No, angel: thankyou.”
Chapter Ten – Tony
Ijust had sex.
Ijust had sex.
Ijusthad sex.
I justhadsex.
I just hadsex.
I just had sex!
It doesn’t matter which way I think it, I have been irrevocably changed. I’m floating on a cloud of endorphins, still unable to believe the turn my day has taken. I woke up feeling like I’d ruined my chances with Spencer, the first man I’d been genuinely interested in in a long while, and now I’m lying in my bed beside him with his cum drying between my thighs and on my balls…and I’m not freaking out about it. Not even because the sticky feeling is a bit gross. I feel good. So good.
And, dare I say it, I’m not really a virgin anymore.
I know it’s just a word. I know that I was fixating on it. I know that I probably made a bigger deal out of it than I should have. But I’d always sort of thought it meant there was something wrong with me. Proof that nobody wanted me.
But Spencer didn’t make me feel like my inexperience was an issue. He didn’t make me feel like I was every other man’s unwanted cast off. He told me I was gorgeous. He was hard for me. He came with me.
I don’t even realize that I’m crying until Spencer startles beneath me and rubs my back. “Hey,” he soothes, sounding concerned, “did we go too fast?”
“No.Godno.” I shake my head emphatically, rearing back so I can face him properly. “I’m just happy. Like, insanely, unbelievably happy.”
Genuine relief seems to wash over his face, and it hits me that he actually does care. Not that I really thought it was just lip service, but I guess I wasn’t sure just how important my feelings actually were to him. I mean, I know that sometimes people say things just to be placating, but without any real meaning to their words.
I feel a little guilty for not having given him the benefit of the doubt, even though he can’t read my thoughts.
Spencer brings his free hand up and brushes my tears away with his thumb with more tenderness than should be possible for how little we honestly know each other. He brings our mouths together for another chaste kiss and rubs his nose against mine when he pulls back.
“Did you want to talk about it?”
I blink. “Huh?”
For once, it’s nice to watch his cheeks flush pink, as though he’s suddenly awkward and unsure of himself. “We don’t have to,” he seems to backpedal a little, “but, if you wanted to talk about how you’re feeling…” He offers me a lopsided shrug. “I just know you were putting a lot of pressure on yourself about sex. And, uh,” he clears his throat, “you called me Daddy, Tony. You realize that, right?”
Honestly, the whole experience is a haze of intense pleasure and desire and desperation and need and…holy shit, he’s right.
What the hell does that mean?
Where did that even come from?
I didn’t only say it once, either. No; if my blissful recollection is correct, I said it a few times.
I mean, I admitted I was curious about his Daddy kink, right? So maybe some part of me was just playing into that and trying to make it good for him?
