He plants a kiss below my belly button, my hands finding their way through his hair, to his jaw when he kisses between my ribs, to his neck when he plants a last one at the base of my throat. I laugh a satisfied, giddy sound and pull his face to mine, kiss him with long, drugging kisses until I know my legs are steady enough to slide onto. My fists clench in his shirt and pull. 揘eed this off.?Part away only long enough for him to pull it over his head and kick off his shoes.
I use the little moment of surprise to switch places and push him against the dresser before I dip to my knees.
The corners of his lips stretch up as my palms do the same along his legs, fingertips slipping under the hem of his shorts before I pull them back out and reach up to the waist band, biting my lip, anxious to hear his sounds and see his expressions.
I want my calm, stoic Meyer thoroughly undone and unhinged. Want to torture him and soothe him in the same breath.
My knuckles slide against the warm skin at his hips, pressing into a vein along the V of his torso, before he snatches my wrists and pulls them away.
When I look at him in （slightly annoyed） confusion, I expect to see a teasing smile again. Instead he looks sheepish, struggles around a swallow. I default to light humor.
揕isten, I抦 sure it抯 not as weird as you think it is.?I offer.
揥hat??He asks, brows flicking down.
揥hatever抯 going on with your dick that has you shy. It could be S-shaped and have a tooth for all I care and I抣l work with it.?
It works. He barks out a laugh, abs flexing gloriously before he drops my wrists and slides a thumb along my jaw.
揅an I??I ask. He nods.
揊ee.?He grits. 揑 won抰 last long. It抯 been a long, long time.?
揚erfect, because I抦 getting hungry and would like you to take me to breakfast soon.?And I pull down his pants.
There抯 absolutely nothing weird.
I抦 just?very happy for me. It feels good to be happy for myself.
But, something catches my eye, right there along his upper thigh.
揂 tattoo??I smile. 揧ou抮e certainly packing surprises aren抰 you??
But then I realize what I抦 looking at.
An umbrella. Watercolor splatters in the ink, bright flowers raining from its canopy.
揗eyer棓
揑t抯 the tattoo you gave Hazel the first time we met. That little temporary one? I only had a picture of it on my phone, so I don抰 know if it抯 exact or not. I got it in?Vegas. I got it for you.?He swipes his thumb across my bottom lip. 揊ee, I was so fucking lonely before you found us.?
I plant my lips against it and close my eyes, gather my nerves before I stand and kiss him, not knowing how to express everything, no words for these feelings fizzing their way from my chest into my throat. So I show him, instead. Pull him with me, walking backwards in the direction of the bed.
揧ou already know that I抦 on birth control. It抯 been well over a year and I抳e been tested. I抦 clean.?I say.
He laughs shakily. 揊ee, it抯 been about four, at least, for me.?
揊our months??
揊our years.?
My mouth pops open before I think to shut it, not wanting to embarrass him, but he catches it and laughs.
I appreciate that, again. The fact that we can stand here naked in front of one another, keyed up and turned on, and still laugh with each other.
揥hy the fuck do you think I work out so much? Had to work off the tension somehow. It got worse when this pain in the ass, beautiful, funny red head came traipsing into my life.?
And then he corrals me to the bed with his big body. Digs his knee into the mattress and crawls over me as I slide up the bed on my elbows, his smiling eyes never leaving mine. He drapes my hair around his forearm, letting it fan out around my head when I lay down fully.
He settles between my legs, eyes roaming over me tenderly even has he trembles.
揊ee,?he says, a hollow whisper. 揑 meant it. I don抰 think I can last long.?A gust of a laugh.
I dance my fingertips along the skin pulsing at his throat. 揋ood. Because I don抰 plan on this being the last time I get you naked, Meyer Harrigan.?
Because you抮e mine. And I抦 yours. Yours, yours, yours, I think.
He lines himself up with me and I start to shake, too, despite my efforts to stay collected. I was hoping one of us could keep it together, hoping for it to be me for a change.
He works himself into me, and my breath escapes. His eyes stutter closed and he groans. I抦 impossibly full of him, of desire and happiness and this swelling in my chest. Love. He moves, and it抯 just a perfect degree above too much. I sigh in nirvana.
I抦 reduced to sensations, loops of them with no beginning or end. The sight of the flush in his skin and the haze in his eyes, the vein in his forehead that grows prominent in concentration.
The taste of the skin on his thick wrist. The one planted just above my shoulder that I hook my hand around and kiss when my head falls to the side mindlessly on a moan.
The sound of his gruff voice as it touches against me everywhere. When he tells me I抦 beautiful, tells me it抯 better than he dreamed. I tell him the same, that I抦 so happy that umbrella broke that day.
The way his palm kneads my thigh as he holds it, wraps it around his hip, the little indents of his fingertips bruising.
The way his muscles contract beneath his skin with each push and roll of his hips into me.
I relish the feel of the coarse hairs on his thighs against the underside of mine when he lifts us, kneeling and pressing me everywhere to him, holding me closer with each decadent upward thrust. His big hand as it presses against my lower back, the other as it slides up the back of my neck and curls into my hair.
It抯 an ache that pulls and thrums until every inch of skin between us grows heated and damp. Until he lays us back down and lightly picks up speed, relentlessly stroking an angle, steady and deliberate, until I start to grow wild with need. Our breathing mingles, a medley of groans and sighs. Until he gently pushes his palm against my stomach and thumbs just above where we抮e joined.
I shatter. A million pieces in a million directions, brighter than the sunrise shining through the windows. All other thought escapes me, leaving only him. The weight of him as his hips drive me into the bed, his control loosening when I sob out his name, his grip on my thigh tightening as he pushes up my knee, bringing him impossibly deeper. His other palm goes to the headboard, that leverage the only thing keeping me from sliding up into it. He chokes on a growled 揊uck, Fee?when his restraint finally snaps, my nails scraping along his ass, my lips sliding clumsily up and down his face while our bodies smack together. I don抰 want to tear my eyes away for a second, the sight and sound and feel of him unraveling more than my imagination could ever live up to. Until he breaks, biting into my shoulder before he collapses into a boneless heap on top of me.
We both dissolve and laugh like loons, high on one another, our hands sliding along each others faces, kissing sweetly between more laughing. This, this is joy.
揋od. How did we wait so long to do that??I say, digging and pressing into his calves with my heels.
揑 don抰 know, but I have a feeling we need fuel. Before we just keep at it some more.?
揗m. That sounds good.?
揟he food? Bagels? Pancakes? What do you want??
揟o keep at it some more.?And I reach up and drag his bottom lip with my teeth.
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NOW
FARLEY
We never make it out for breakfast.
We eventually peel apart to order something to be delivered for breakfast, though, which goes cold outside our door when we forget about it.