“What? Is something I said ridiculous?” Iask.
“No, it just sounds like something I would have told somebody in the past. It’s weird being on the receiving end of it. I totally want to do this, obviously, but it’s kind of strange, and different, but different can be good, as I’velearned.”
He takes my hand from his belly and pulls it up to his face, looking at my forefinger and middle finger. He takes a deep breath before saying, “Okay, I think I’mready.”
I laugh. “I’m not dragging you onto a roller coaster,” I tellhim.
“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just…Sorry.”
“Now you’re the oneapologizing.”
I rush at him quickly, planting my lips firmly againsthis.
I want to set him at ease…to tell him with every movement I make, with every kiss I offer, that I’m here for him, listening to him, listening to his body. He can feel safe withme.
I won’t have it any other way, since I know what the alternative feelslike.
He sets his hand against the back of my head and pulls me on top of him. I straddle his waist and position our cocks side by side. We thrusttogether.
“Your skin feels so good,” I whisper as I pull my lips back and rub my cheek againsthis.
I lean back and reposition on the bed, pushing between his legs on my knees. I set my hand on hisstomach.
“Stay right there,” I tell him before licking my fingers and pushing them into his ass, loosening him up gently, taking mytime.
As his body twitches, the lines in his torso shift about. He rocks his head either way, then rolls it back. I can feel his muscles relaxing. I’ll stop if he gets uncomfortable, but I’m really hoping he doesn’t…that he needs this as much as Ido.
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What amI doing letting a guy stick his fingers up my ass? It’s so fuckingstrange.
I’d expect to tense up more or to feel my muscles clenching, but it’s the exact opposite. My physical response suggests I wantthis.
I appreciate Eric saying he would take his time. There’s a feeling of safety, which is nice. It’s even nicer when he offers another lick for his fingers before pushing them farther back withinme.
I moan. I don’t even mean to. It just spits right out of mymouth.
He leans over me, pressing his hand down beside my shoulder, his eyes scanningme.
I’m vulnerable beneath him as he appears to like what he’sseeing.
He’s watching me, reading me as he continues playing with myhole.
“Is that comfortable?” heasks.
“Yes.”
He pushes steadily backfarther.
As he hits my prostate, that familiar adrenaline spirals through my body, my skin prickling with goose bumps. My legs tremble against the mattress, and my body twitchesabout.
“Ah, you like that better,” he says as a smile sweeps across hisface.
“A lot better,” I confess,laughing.
Don’t even know why I’m laughing. This is all sosurreal.
