Page 58 of Sight Unseen

“So good, Nate. Knew this would be epic. God, I love you. Always love you.”

His whispered words created pictures in my head of how we must look together, and I moaned at the erotic tableau it conjured. “Baby, I knew it would be good because it’s you. It’s always been you.”

That appeared to spur him on, and he sought out my mouth, his teeth clicking ferociously against my lips and drawing blood. He kissed me and muttered into my mouth, “Sorry, sorry, didn’t mean to hurt you.”

I grabbed him closer. “Kiss me harder,” I begged, wanting that domination, that almost-cruel pleasure/pain. His body shuddered as he acquiesced.

I was near to exploding, and from the feel of him, so was Cody. His thrusts were becoming more erratic, his moans echoing in the room.

“Close,” I whispered. “So close. Only you can make me come like this, only you.”

He cried out and gave one final push into my body as he came, his hips melding into mine. Feeling him lose control, hearing his desperate gasps and the wanton way he whispered my name as he buried his face in my neck, was my undoing. I cried his name as I climaxed, my cock jettisoning sticky, messy fluid over the both of us.

Heart hammering, blood pounding in my ears, truly, I had never come so hard, never felt so spent. I gripped Cody’s hips as if they were a life vest and I was a drowning man. I had no doubt he’d have bruises, and the thought that he would wear my mark made my orgasm even more intense.

Cody collapsed on top of me, and his lips found mine for a kiss so tender I wanted to cry.

“That,” he gasped in between heaving breaths, “was better than I even dreamed. To hell with being seventeen. I like us at this age.”

I chuckled, my body satiated and so relaxed it felt as if all my bones had liquefied. I had a habit of going straight to sleep after sex, and after great sex, I was surprised I was still awake.

“Mmm, that was pretty awesome.” I closed my eyes, feeling sleep settle in. Valiantly, I tried to recover. I didn’t want to miss out on the afterglow of an event that had been twelve years in the making. “Sorry about the mess.”

The bed sprung as Cody got up. “I’ll grab something to clean us. Then we can snuggle.”

“Uh-huh.” I closed my eyes for a second. When I opened them drowsily, something damp and warm was wiping along my body and my now flaccid prick.

“I’m awake,” I slurred and he chuckled warmly.

“Go to sleep, Nate. I’ve cleaned you up. I remember this bit, the ‘I’m done in after sex.’ I thought you might have grown out of it by now.”

I snuggled deeper into the duvet and smiled. “Nope. Get into bed. You said something about snuggling.”

Cody’s warmth enveloped me and I pulled his arm around my waist as I pushed back against his groin, tucking myself in.

“Love you,” I murmured and he stilled. Then his lips kissed the back of my head.

“Love you too. Sleep tight, baby.”

This—this was what I had wanted. Cody’s warm, willing body in my bed, his soft, loving kisses on my hair when he thought I was sleeping, and the feeling of truly belonging to someone special. Someone who wanted me just as I was.

I slid into sleep with a stupid grin on my face.

***

It felt completely natural to have Cody stay over the rest of the weekend. Neither of us had questioned it. He borrowed some of my clothes, used my shower, and made himself at home in the kitchen.

We’d always been comfortable at each other’s places, but now knowing I could walk around naked, and although I didn’t have the pleasure of seeing him doing the same, it was all so much more intimate and cozy.

Sunday started with lazy, mutual jack-off sex, kissing until my lips were numb. Then Cody jumped out of bed and proclaimed he was going to make us breakfast. Food fueled another make-out session, followed by binge watching Daredevil. The Netflix Audio Description function was a fine thing, and I was a fan.

When he left late Sunday evening to return home, I felt lost. In our short time together, I’d gotten used to us being a couple in my home and I wondered whether it was too soon to broach the “move in with me” question. I knew Cody loved his place near the ocean, and I was happy in my blind-proofed home with its useful gadgets and now customized areas, which enabled me to feel safe and comfortable.

Perhaps it wasn’t the right time yet. We’d only started out in this new version of our relationship and to put that sort of pressure on the both of us was probably not the best idea.

But God, when I heard that front door shut and the familiar sound of his car with its distinctive growly exhaust pulling out of my driveway, I wished he was still here with me.

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