“Does it hurt?”
“No, I’m okay,” he answered, letting himself go and grabbing the sheet in both hands.
I pressed on with his assurance and gently, slowly, I found myself deep inside him. It was an indescribable feeling: my whole body was afire, and I pumped back and forth in this heightened state of awareness. I watched Wesley’s back, the way his muscles flexed, and his sighs and moans tickled my ears erotically. I had never experienced a feeling like this before, and I thought I would die from the extravagant pleasure. I came hard into Wesley and I gasped for air, my laboring body trembling with sweet exhaustion. I collapsed on top of him, the place of our union tingling and warm.
“Damn,” Wesley panted beneath me.
I smiled and kissed the nape of his neck.
I pulled out and I felt like something had changed; something was different. I always worried that, sometimes, Wesley forgot that I was a guy too. I felt equal to him now. I felt stronger and even more connected to him. I was inside him, like I staked my claim or something. I smiled at the silly thought and flopped down beside Wesley. He turned to his side, facing me, and rested his head on his hand. He looked down and groaned.
“Geez, maybe we should start using condoms so we won’t have to wash the sheets every day,” he said with a laugh.
My face reddened with the mention of the word. I knew I was naïve and everyone preached about protection, but somehow, it never really dawned on me. I was a virgin when I met Wesley and he was the only person I’d ever been with, but I didn’t know how many girls he’d been with. I swallowed hard and balled my hands into fists for courage.
“Wesley? Um, how… how many girls have you slept with?” I didn’t look at him.
“Does it matter?” He rolled back onto his stomach and stared at the wrinkles in the sheet.
I took a deep breath. With that answer, I knew it had to be a lot. “C’mon, I wanna know.”
“I told you, it doesn’t matter,” he said, furrowing his brows. His voice wasn’t angry, just frustrated.
“Is it more than five? Or ten?” I asked.
Wesley looked at me briefly and then bowed his head. “Just one.”
I didn’t think I heard him right. “What?”
“Just one, all right?” His cheeks were red, and he seemed embarrassed. He held his head in his hands and closed his eyes, though his brows were still furrowed.
“One?” I asked.
“Yeah. Okay? I mean, I knew the reputation I had and yeah, I fooled around a lot, but I never went all the way. I just wasn’t interested in girls. The one I did sleep with, well, she sorta pressured me, and hell, she opened her legs. Besides, I was going through stuff at that time and I thought that if I actually did it, I’d prove to myself that I wasn’t really gay. But….” His words broke off and he took a few audible breaths.
I stared at his handsome profile that suddenly seemed so vulnerable. I didn’t care how many girls he’d been with, but my mind had been preparing for the worst. I never would’ve thought it was just one, though. This man, this boy I loved, was just as confused and worried and uncertain as I was—which only made him more attractive.
“I’m so uncool,” he murmured with a pathetic laugh.
“No way,” I said, slipping my hand over his shoulders. “You’re the coolest person I know. And somehow, you’re even hotter now,” I told him, turning his face to mine.
Wesley smiled at me and kissed me gently. He turned to his side to free his hands. He gripped my wrists and flipped me onto my back. With my hands pinned above my head, he crawled on top of me and kissed me hard. He released my hands and sat back between my legs, pushing them up against my chest.
“Now it’s my turn,” he said with a grin at the corner of his mouth.
He pushed teasingly at my backside, driving me crazy with anticipation. He pressed into me and I accepted him eagerly, rocking into him to pull him closer. He pushed forward, then scooped me up in his arms so that I was sitting on his lap with my legs wrapped tightly around his middle. Despite how good it felt to be inside him, I liked this way the best.
I spent deliriously and felt soggy inside when Wesley was done. I remained on his lap, his arms holding me tightly, and I felt so happy that I thought I was dreaming. Eventually, I leaned back and stared into Wesley’s dark eyes, running my finger over his lips. I kissed him sweetly, deeply, lovingly, and whispered, “Welcome home.”
Chapter 23
MY LOWER back hurt and my rear end was a little sore. I felt like I was walking kinda funny, but Wesley assured me I wasn’t. I made a pot of coffee for him, and we watched TV for a while. We had a lot of shopping to do, and I wrote out a list of things we needed.
Our first stop was at a discount furniture store. We needed another chair for the living room, and Wesley had his heart set on a recliner. After we browsed a little, he found one he liked. I talked him into getting the neutral brown leather model so that it wasn’t too mismatched with the sofa. We asked to have it delivered the next day since I didn’t have to work and after a little begging, the clerk made room for us on the schedule.
We went to a bed, bath, and kitchen store next. There were so many things we needed, it was a little overwhelming. So we decided to shop by room, starting with the bathroom. Wesley let
