“You know what I mean. Please, I’m begging. Stick your cock inside me, Liam.”
He pulled his fingers out and grabbed the condoms and lube from beside me. As he readied his cock, he said, “Can’t you tell I like you begging? I want to know how much you want it. I want to know I’m giving you precisely what will make you happiest.”
A crooked smile spread across his face, a sort of arrogance in his expression, as if he already knew perfectly well what made me happiest.
When he was done putting a condom and lube on, he offered a gentle massage of lube on my hole, with that same care he took there before.
“Just give it to me.”
“No, wait. Trust me. I know what’s best for you in this department. And we’re not having a repeat of last time. I want you to enjoy it…every inch of it.”
I felt predatory in my desire for his cock as he looked at me with that smile, like he knew what a good fuck he was.
With one hand, he gripped under my thigh, pushing it back, making my ass available to him. “You’re shaking,” he noted. “Doesn’t feel like a nervous shake, though.”
I laughed. “Can you already read me that well? No, not nervous. Just unbearably excited might be the best way to put it.”
“I’m going to put it somewhere,” he teased, and I felt the head against my hole.
My tension returned, some worry in me just because the last time we’d shared had been the furthest I’d gone with a guy and I didn’t know what to expect. Of course, I’d seen enough porn and stuck my own dick in guys before, but Liam’s size…that was another story.
He rested his hand on my abs and caressed in a circular motion, calming me for a moment, and I felt my body relax with my thoughts.
“There we go.” He proceeded with his work, slowly, carefully. “I think you need more lube.” He chuckled, pulling back out, adding more over the condom before trying again.
He couldn’t have known, but that added to the relief I felt about doing this with him, about being under his care…his protection.
“Breathe in and out. In and out.” His words sounded like an order, and I obeyed effortlessly as he made his way inside me, each subtle movement all the more satisfying because, even in my nervousness, I knew I just wanted us to be one like that. It was this beautiful collision of desire and fear, apprehension and eagerness.
He couldn’t have been very far in, but he leaned forward, pressing his hands into the mattress on either side of me, gazing down at my face, smiling. “How does that feel, Pretty Thing?”
“Fine right now. How does it feel for you?”
“Oh, this feels pretty damn amazing. If this is the most we can do tonight, I am fine with that.”
His words set me at ease, made me feel like we had all the time in the world.
As he pushed in deeper, I rolled my head back, enjoying the way the pressure felt.
“You like that?”
“Yes.”
“Here.” He took my hand and pressed it against his hip. “Push whenever it feels like it’s too much. Just let me know.”
He continued moving inside me, and I could’ve sworn I felt his cock swelling within me.
As the pressure in my ass intensified even more.
I kept waiting for it to hurt like it had that first time, which hadn’t been much, though it had been the reason for my reluctance. But Liam seemed to be reading me just right, letting my body adjust to him at its natural pace. And when his cock slid past my prostate…God… I was in fucking heaven. “Ahhh…” My eyes sealed shut as my body willed me to give all my attention to that feeling.
“Yes,” he whispered, not pushing anymore. Just letting me enjoy the moment.
I shifted my ass, almost as if by instinct, as though trying to draw his cock farther into me. As though I needed it that way.
I slid my hand around his hip to his back and tugged, and he submitted to my will, pushing. I found myself so hungry to take him all the way. I didn’t know where this primal desire had come from, but I needed Liam filling me. I wanted it for me…and to totally satisfy him.
As I started to get nervous about how much of him must’ve been in me, I pushed my hand against his hip.
