He groans as I cup him over his jeans.
I unbutton, unzip, slide the things off his hips.
He pushes them to his ankles.
Then the boxers.
Joel's naked in bed with me.
I stare the same way he did. He's still the best thing I've ever seen.
He kisses me hard and deep. When he pulls back, he shifts to grab something from the bedside drawer.
A bottle of lube.
And a sleek vibrator.
"Is that—" I'm not sure what I'm asking. Only that my muscles are threatening to clench up again.
"It's new." He runs his fingers through my hair. "Look at me, angel."
I do.
"I've got you. Just close your eyes and let me lead."
My eyelids flutter closed.
He plants a soft kiss on my lips. Then it's harder deeper. He lifts one leg and sets it over my hip.
His fingers brush against my clit. My sex. My perineum.
My anus.
It's the softest touch, but it's enough to wake up all my nerves.
It's different.
But not bad.
Not at all bad.
Joel squirts lube onto his fingers. This time, the brush of his fingers is slick.
He does it again. And again. He does it until I'm rocking my hips, pressing my body against his hand.
He slides a finger inside me.
Fuck. That's intense.
I stare into his eyes.
He stares back. More?
I nod. "Slowly."
Slowly, very slowly, he pushes his finger deeper. Deeper. His eyes go back to mine. He gives me that same look.
I nod. I want more. It's intense, but I want more.