Tin-Foil Hearts

I gave him an unintentionally tight smile; I was excited for what we were about to do, but I couldn't help being a little scared. "I trust you," I reiterated in counter to my expression - because I did, implicitly.

His features softened. "I know you do. Ready?"

I nodded my confirmation. He applied more of the thick liquid onto himself, and dripped more into me; it was cold, and he grinned at my discomfort.

"Sorry about that, I forgot I should've warmed it up first. Here, wrap your arms around my neck and give me a kiss."

I was more than happy to comply, and we shared an impassioned kiss. He massaged the backs of my thighs, lifting them up so that I could circle my legs around him. He poised himself into position, touching the tip of his cock to my entrance and rubbing me with it first for a bit before finally venturing into me.

And it hurt - a lot. His mushroom head stretched me more than his fingers had prepared me for, and even with all the lube he'd used it was a searing pain that made me clench my eyes tightly shut. As the rest of his tip popped into me, I couldn't stand it if he would have begun to move.

"Stop, stop, stop," I cried out in distress.

He did. Immediately, without hesitancy or question, just like he'd promised me. From the blissed-out look he had on his face it obviously wasn't easy for him, and that made me appreciate his instantaneous reaction all the more.

"I'm sorry," he apologized gruffly. "Do you want to stop?"

"No, no. Just please, don't move. I need a moment."

He dropped his head down into the crook of my neck, his breath heavy, and gave me a series of sloppy, suckling kisses. "Take all the time you need, I'm not going anywhere. Just relax, and try pushing out as if you were using the restroom - it'll help."

While his bathroom analogy wasn't the most arousing image, he was right - it did help. "Alright, we can keep going now."

With a small groan, he continued into me. The burning ache was still present, but it was manageable. He bottomed out inside me, and I liked how I could feel his pelvic bone against me and loved knowing I had him entirely inside me. He slowly pulled almost completely out, then thrust back into me with somewhat more urgency and at a slightly different angle; this time, however, he hit something inside me that made the air catch in my throat and I stiffened up both in my posture and my cock that had softened from the earlier pain.

"Breathe, Eric," he reminded me in a tone that was both amused and relieved by my reaction.

"Oh my God," I gasped. "Do that again!"

He pumped in again, and was met with a low groan that prompted him to continue pistoning into me with moans of his own. His every movement felt divine in the most toe-curling, back-arching, breath-shortening way. My entire world shrunk to include only me and Jonah and the wonderful, thrilling act of love in which we were partaking.

"Jo, please," the plea slipped out on its' own accord.

"What is it you need, sweetheart?"

I didn't know. I hadn't considered what I'd said as I was saying it. Did I want it harder? Faster? Deeper? I wasn't sure, I had exactly no point of reference; all I knew is that I wanted--

"More."

His hand, that had been holding onto my hip, traced around to take hold of my achingly hard cock that I'd almost forgotten about amidst everything else consuming us. It was exactly what I needed and unknowingly wanted. He stroked me in time to his thrusts, and it was as if all I was already feeling was amplified by ten. I felt my every muscle tingle and buzz, and took my hands that were resting on his neck to tug on his hair.

"Is that feeling good, now," he groaned the question. The best I could muster of a response was a series of satisfied moans. "Yeah," he agreed in a voice that managed to sound both lusty and entertained. "You feel amazing, too."

'Amazing' was really too insignificant a word. I needed at least three or four more adjectives, the kind used by Fraiser Crane, to begin approaching the way I was feeling. Maybe even a visual representation - fireworks, and interpretative dancers, and a team of synchronized swimmers with an orchestra playing 'Ode to Joy'. Cities needed to be named after the sensations wracking through me, and a holiday should have been dedicated to the consummation of our love.

His rhythm started to become broken and uneven, and had I even a modicum more of experience I would have known what it meant; as it was, I simply enjoyed the jerkiness of his movements. He brought me closer yet to the cusp of erupting as I dug the heels of my feet into him and moved my hips up to meet him for every blow.

"Eric," he prayed my name. "Mmm, I going to come soon. Are you sure you don't want me to pull out?"

"No no, please don't," I begged. "I want to feel it when you do."

He pumped frantically into me, and his caressing fist matched that. That, combined with his breath washing over me, his arm overtop of me that held him up and surrounded me completely, and the view of him being enraptured by me was sensory overload.

"Jonah," I hissed. "I- I have to- I can't-oh!"

He gave me another squeeze, and it was the final thing I needed to push me over the edge. At the same time, I felt him grow impossibly bigger inside me and then give a tortured moan as he reached his height of ecstasy at the same time. He lowered his head down to meet my lips for an all-encompassing kiss that swallowed up my pleasured cries and was a perfect counterpoint to all of the erotic ardency of the moment.

When at last we had emptied ourselves Jonah collapsed on top of me, his face falling into the crook of my neck and lying there to pant and collect himself. I felt myself turn into jelly, and all of my joints felt unhinged; I'd never felt better. When he tried to pull himself off of me, I managed to will enough strength into my leadened arms to hold him in place.

"Don't move yet," I pleaded. "I like how you feel on top of me."

He was still too lost for words, and responded by staying immobile atop me and giving me light nipping kisses. He started softening inside me, and at feeling him slip out I had to giggle at the alien sensation.

"What's so funny," I heard him ask me with a smile in his voice.

"That just felt kind of weird."

He took his lips from where they were on my suckling on my shoulder and brought them up to mine for a soft, short, sweet kiss. His crystal blue eyes focused on mine as he pulled back, but they were muddled by crinkled corners.

"How was that for you," he enquired in a nervous tone that didn't suit him at all.

I gave him a ridiculous, overlarge, dazzling beam. "Do you really have to ask?"

His index finger followed the curve of my lower lip. "I love your smile." I felt myself redden at his words; he smiled. "I also love your blush."

The corners of my lips crooked up. "And I love you, Jonah."

"I love you more," he repeated his words from so many years before.

He rolled off of me and the bed, leaving the bedroom with a wink and was back in only a matter of seconds with a cloth in his hand. He wiped me off with an unsuccessfully hidden grin at the way I was embarrassed to have him clean me of my own come. When he finished, he threw the small towel aside and climbed back into bed with me. Reaching towards the side-table, he picked up two chocolates more and gave one to me.

"Thank you," I gratefully took the candy.

"Unbelievable," he mused as he unwrapped his. "Out of all the ways I'd imagined us being together, I never would've thought it would come at the will of 50% off Valentine's Day chocolates."

"Here's to us finally being honest," I toasted as I brought the molded treat to my lips.

"To tin-foil hearts," he added with a closing kiss.