Yep, that’s what he said. The second time too.
Why is he staring at me?
Am I supposed to say something?
What’s my answer?
Asking myself that question netted the only answer I had. “Yes,” burst from me.
“Yes?” Rhone asked.
“Yes, but on one condition,” I stated. Was I ready for his response? There was only one way to find out. “That we don’t rush into this. Both our careers are starting. We’re still learning about each other. I haven’t even moved in yet. If we can put off the discussion of the marriage part for at least a year, see how things progress then reassess the same time next year then my answer is yes.”
“Yes!” Rhone cheered. “But I didn’t get rings. We need rings. I wanted to pick the rings out together. Did I screw this up by asking without rings?” He rapid fired off, frantically tugging at his hair.
I grabbed his hands before he tore out any of that gorgeous mane. “Rhone, we have nothing but time. I like the idea of picking rings out together. I like doing everything together.”
He sat the guitar on the floor, then cupped my face in his hands. “I love you Ely, so fucking much it scares me.” I understood that better than he thought. I felt the same fear and insecurities but with Rhone, anything was possible. Rhone kissed me, igniting a fire. Giving me the strength I needed to give him my present. As we laid down, Rhone’s lips never left mine.
“Rhone, that was the most beautiful song I’ve ever heard,” I said, he blushed. Something he didn’t do often. That song meant so much more to me than any gift ever could. “Here,” I handed him the end of the bathrobe tie. “unwrap your last present.” Gently he tugged, sliding the robe open.
“Ely,” he whispered. “You’re so beautiful. God, these panties.”
“Manties. They’re supposed to look like Santa’s outfit,” I said. Red lace with a strip of black silk around the rim. A makeshift belt buckle in the center crafted of gold silk to mimic the big guy’s suit.
“God,” Rhone growled, his finger tracing the lacy edge. “Would it be okay if I stalked the website and bought you more? These are sexy as fuck.”
“Yes, I’d love to wear them for you,” I replied. The thought of him purchasing more with me as his model was like receiving a gift that kept on giving.
“Ely, we don’t have to do this. Some couples never have anal sex and I’m fine with that. Although it is something I enjoy, but if you don’t then we won’t.”
“Really, they don’t? Well, either way I want to,” I said.
“Tell me Ely, what do you want?” Rhone pressed his lips to my scar. The sentiment in that gesture wasn’t lost on me. Getting shot was a turning point for us, no more holding back. We were both in this one hundred percent. The reality of how short our lives are really hit home that night.
“You.”
“Baby, you have me. Heart—” kiss, “mind—” kiss, “body—” kiss, “and soul,” with a final kiss landing just above my navel.
“I want you to make love to me.”
Rhone stopped, his gaze shifted upward. “Ely.”
“I’m ready Rhone, please don’t think that I’m not,” I said, trying to reassure him.
“Don’t think that you have to bottom, Ely. I can too,” Rhone said, his words surprised me.
“You bottom?” I asked, still uncertain I heard correctly.
“Yes love, I’m vers. I prefer to top, but for you I’ll bottom anytime.”
Well, that was news for sure. “I want, no, I need to feel you inside me. Please?”
“Ely…” His words ghosted across my flesh. “Easton just had us get tested. I’m negative, and you’ve never been with anyone.”
“No barriers,” I said, answering his unspoken question.
“I hate to take these off,” Rhone said as he sat up, staring down at me. “But they’re in the way.”
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” I asked, gesturing to the clothing he was still wearing.
“Oh yeah, huh. Was a little too excited to unwrap my present.” He hopped of the bed, shedding his clothes so fast I was afraid he’d get friction burns. Rhone hopped back on the bed, literally, landing with a bounce beside me. “Now, time to remove your ensemble. But just for the record, I’d like to see it again.”
“Maybe I’ll wear it tonight, under my clothes. Only you will know what lies beneath,” I teased.
“You my love, are going to be the death of me,” Rhone said, clinching the lace between his teeth, sliding them down. Once they were off, he nibbled his way up the inside of my thighs. “Bathrobe off or on? I’m good either way. Looks great splayed out behind you but don’t want to risk staining it.”
“Off,” I sat up, slipping out of it.
“Hi,” Rhone said, pressing his lips to mine, kissing me back until I lay beneath him. Soft kisses morphed to ones of need, desperation. Frantic, pleading hormones took control. Hands roaming, but there was never enough touching. I needed more. As if reading my mind, our mouths parted. Rhone trailed feather light kisses— the kind that barely touch your skin yet set it on fire— along my collar bone and down my sternum. His tongue swirled around my nipples, nipping the hardened nubs, blowing on them. The dual sensations of chilled pain nearly sent me over the edge.
The lyrics to the song he wrote for me, replayed on an endless loop your love is everything to me. Rhone’s love filled me to the point my heart was near bursting. When he drew my cock inside the warmth of his mouth, my hips canted, lifting above the bed. “Rhone,” I moaned.
“Baby,” Rhone said, “pull your legs back.” I reached behind by knees, spreading them apart. “Yeah just like that.”
Rhone coated his fingers with the lube he pulled from the nightstand, then did the same to his cock. He resumed sucking me as his fingers encircled my hole, breaching it. We’d played many times now, so the intrusion wasn’t unfamiliar but the anticipation of what I was being prepared for was. The pressure of a second joining the first was brief as a third slid in just as quickly. My cock was mid deflation as my hole adjusted, then he grazed my prostate, bringing it back to life. Rhone scissored and stretched me with such precision I was afraid I’d come before he even got inside me.
“Rhone, please,” I pleaded.
“Oh thank fuck,” Rhone said. “I’m dying over here.” I grinned at his overly dramatic reply.
With the tip of his cock, he outlined my hole, much like he did to my lips the first time I sucked him off. Marking me. The sensitive nerve endings were already afire, more than prepared to receive him. As the tip breached the outer ring, the burn was instant but would soon give way to the pleasure I knew was coming. As he sank deeper inside me, I knew there was no coming back from this. Rhone was the one, the right one. The reason I waited and the only one for me.
“Are you alright, Ely?” Rhone asked. The concerned look on his face had me reaching out, running my fingers along his cheekbone as he hovered above me. Slowly, my fingertips trailed down his jawline, the pad of my thumb running across his bottom lip.