“You’re pretty too, Whit,” I say, and he tilts his head, taking more of my mouth in his, licking his way inside. My insides are on fire from the mere taste of him.
“Let’s go inside. We can stargaze and make out at the same time,” I say, my voice husky, and Whit nods, holding my hand and bringing me inside, shutting the door behind him.
I pull off my shirt and pants without a second thought and slide into bed. Whit moves to join me, but I shake my head.
“Nope, underwear can stay on, but no clothes in bed. I want to touch you.”
Whit huffs but strips off his clothes, leaving him clad only in his boxer briefs.
Could he be any sexier?
No, no, he could not.
“Better,” I say, and then Whit crawls next to me, and we lie on our backs, facing the darkening sky through the skylight. Stars sparkle endlessly above us, and for a moment, I wonder if my mom can see how happy I am from her place in heaven.
“This is awesome. I love it,” I tell him, linking our hands and bringing one up for a kiss.
“I’m glad you like it.”
We’re silent for a while, and then I roll over and press myself against him. His hands run up the length of my spine as I drape a thigh over his.
“Can’t stay away,” I mutter, running my hands along his lean torso and nuzzling my face in his neck.
“I don’t want you to stay away,” he replies, and then our hands are everywhere, touching, massaging, exploring. It’s driving me crazy, this insane desire I have for this guy. He must feel the same way because he seems just as insatiable. His mouth rarely moves from mine, his mouth eats mine, and then his hands are underneath my boxers, kneading my bare ass.
“Whit,” I say, panting against him.
“Yeah?” he huffs.
“I want you to…want you to fuck me,” I mutter, and he freezes for a second before he pulls me closer to him.
“You sure?” he asks.
“Yeah. Fuck yeah. I want you to be my first.”
Whit closes his eyes and kisses me so slowly that it should be illegal.
“Okay,” he says when he finally pulls his mouth away from mine. Then he rolls from underneath me and stands up, grabbing the lube from his suitcase. But then freezes as he makes his way back to me.
“I…I didn’t bring any condoms. I didn’t expect….”
“Shit,” I mutter as I press my hand against my aching cock.
Whit sits down on the edge of the bed and tugs my boxers off. He starts palming my cock, and my back arches off the bed. God, my brain is scrambled. I can’t think, can’t remember why we needed condoms in the first place. All I know is that I need him inside of me like yesterday.
“I’m clean, are you? Fuck, tell me you’re clean,” I pant, my eyes wild with lust.
Whit’s hand stills on me, squeezing gently. “Yes. I am. I’ve never had sex without one before.”
“Oh, shit. Okay. That’s good, right?”
Whit begins stroking me again, and I gasp. “Just do it, Whit. We don’t need condoms. I can’t wait any longer. Been waiting too long. Far too long.”
I’m rambling, but I don’t even care at this moment. Just need himinside me.
“You trust me?” Whit asks, seeming confused that I would do such a thing. This man has serious issues.
I turn over on my stomach and clutch the pillow in my arms, arching my ass in the air. “What do you think?”