Marie Sexton - Coda 03 - The Letter Z Read Online Free PDF Page A
Author: Marie Sexton
undressed. I just fall down on my bed and fall asleep fully clothed. Then I wake up after a bit and leave a trail of clothes down the hallway from my bed to his. He always wakes up enough to pull me against him. He fits against me just right. We usually drift off again for a while. An hour or two later I might wake him up by pushin’ back against his groin, or goin’ down on him. Or he might wake me up as he pushes me onto my stomach and pushes into me. However it happens, it’s my favorite part of the day. We make love almost every morning.
I’m layin’ there, half-asleep. Zach turns on the TV, sits on the foot of my bed and starts to rub my feet. That’s another thing nobody’d ever done for me before Zach, and I’d had no idea how good it could feel. If my eyes weren’t closed already, they’d be rollin’ back in my head. He massages the right one, then the left while he watches TV. Then he trails his fingers from my toes up to my knees. A second later I feel his lips brushin’ the inside of my ankle. I don’t open my eyes, but I smile.
“What’re you doin’?” I ask.
“I think I love your feet,” he says quietly, and I have to laugh. “You’re so weird.”
“Maybe, angel. But not for this.”
He kisses my ankle again and starts to work his way up. He’s almost reached my knee by the time I fall asleep.
Matt…
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S USUAL , I woke up before Jared. And as usual, I woke to find myself hugging the edge of the mattress, while he lay sprawled naked on his stomach in the middle of it, taking up most of the bed.
In his defense, I had all of the covers.
His head was turned away from me. His skin was pale gold, lightly freckled on his arms and shoulders. His body was hard and lean and absolutely amazing. I debated letting him sleep—but only for a moment.
Jared and I didn’t fuck very often. It still made me a little uncomfortable, especially when I topped. In fact, he hadn’t bottomed since that night on our living room floor, just before Christmas, more than a year before. It wasn’t that I hadn’t enjoyed fucking Jared—of course I had—but afterward I felt bad about it. It felt wrong to me. Jared was strong and hard and masculine in my mind. He was smaller than me, but he was tough as hell, and he could kick my ass on any mountain biking trail. Somehow, having him bottom made me feel like I had used him, or shamed him. I knew he didn’t understand, but he let it go. We fooled around a lot, and when he asked, I would bottom for him. But generally, it wasn’t something we worried about. There were plenty of other ways for us to get each other off.
I maneuvered past his outstretched arm and leg. I kissed his shoulder, and the tattoo between his shoulder blades. I ran my hand down his back and between his legs. He stirred a little, enough to roll onto his side with his back toward me.
“You awake?” I whispered.
“Mmmmmm,” was the only response I got. He teased me all the time that “you awake?” was my idea of foreplay. Jared wasn’t exactly a morning person, even when it came to sex.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tighter against me. I wedged my erect cock into that warm crease between the globes of his ass and his legs. I loved the friction of thrusting between his thick, muscular thighs. He settled back into my arms with a sigh as I pushed against him. I ran one hand down his stomach. He didn’t move, but moaned quietly when my hand found his morning erection. I started to stroke him slowly while thrusting between his legs. He pushed back against me and put one of his hands on top of mine, urging me to go faster. I buried my face in his mess of curls. Even now, his hair smelled like the Colorado wind. My lips found his shoulder. I started out kissing him, but it wasn’t long before it turned into something more aggressive, and I heard him moan again in response. I kept stroking him as my own thrusts sped up.
He came first, but I wasn’t far behind him. I held him for
I’m layin’ there, half-asleep. Zach turns on the TV, sits on the foot of my bed and starts to rub my feet. That’s another thing nobody’d ever done for me before Zach, and I’d had no idea how good it could feel. If my eyes weren’t closed already, they’d be rollin’ back in my head. He massages the right one, then the left while he watches TV. Then he trails his fingers from my toes up to my knees. A second later I feel his lips brushin’ the inside of my ankle. I don’t open my eyes, but I smile.
“What’re you doin’?” I ask.
“I think I love your feet,” he says quietly, and I have to laugh. “You’re so weird.”
“Maybe, angel. But not for this.”
He kisses my ankle again and starts to work his way up. He’s almost reached my knee by the time I fall asleep.
Matt…
A
S USUAL , I woke up before Jared. And as usual, I woke to find myself hugging the edge of the mattress, while he lay sprawled naked on his stomach in the middle of it, taking up most of the bed.
In his defense, I had all of the covers.
His head was turned away from me. His skin was pale gold, lightly freckled on his arms and shoulders. His body was hard and lean and absolutely amazing. I debated letting him sleep—but only for a moment.
Jared and I didn’t fuck very often. It still made me a little uncomfortable, especially when I topped. In fact, he hadn’t bottomed since that night on our living room floor, just before Christmas, more than a year before. It wasn’t that I hadn’t enjoyed fucking Jared—of course I had—but afterward I felt bad about it. It felt wrong to me. Jared was strong and hard and masculine in my mind. He was smaller than me, but he was tough as hell, and he could kick my ass on any mountain biking trail. Somehow, having him bottom made me feel like I had used him, or shamed him. I knew he didn’t understand, but he let it go. We fooled around a lot, and when he asked, I would bottom for him. But generally, it wasn’t something we worried about. There were plenty of other ways for us to get each other off.
I maneuvered past his outstretched arm and leg. I kissed his shoulder, and the tattoo between his shoulder blades. I ran my hand down his back and between his legs. He stirred a little, enough to roll onto his side with his back toward me.
“You awake?” I whispered.
“Mmmmmm,” was the only response I got. He teased me all the time that “you awake?” was my idea of foreplay. Jared wasn’t exactly a morning person, even when it came to sex.
I wrapped my arms around him, pulling him tighter against me. I wedged my erect cock into that warm crease between the globes of his ass and his legs. I loved the friction of thrusting between his thick, muscular thighs. He settled back into my arms with a sigh as I pushed against him. I ran one hand down his stomach. He didn’t move, but moaned quietly when my hand found his morning erection. I started to stroke him slowly while thrusting between his legs. He pushed back against me and put one of his hands on top of mine, urging me to go faster. I buried my face in his mess of curls. Even now, his hair smelled like the Colorado wind. My lips found his shoulder. I started out kissing him, but it wasn’t long before it turned into something more aggressive, and I heard him moan again in response. I kept stroking him as my own thrusts sped up.
He came first, but I wasn’t far behind him. I held him for