“Agreed.”
“And I think I’d prefer to start on top, like riding.”
“You sure? It could be easier to start off with me fingering you.”
He winces. “Let’s see if my way works. I’ve read if I take it slow, I should be fine.”
“Okay, and it will probably be easier to adjust to me that way than missionary.”
“And like…slow…very slow.” The way he’s reiterating that emphasizes how nervous he is.
I sit up and place my hand on his arm. “Alexei, I’ve had anal sex before, so I promise I’ll be very good to your ass.”
“I know you will. It’s not you. I think I’m stalling. Let’s just do this.”
He crawls off the mattress and grabs a bottle of lube from his bag. Then he pulls up the comforter and slides in, straddling my waist, not making eye contact as his knees settle on either side of me. He lubes his fingers, then reaches behind himself, I assume to take care of his hole. He offers me some, and I slather it over my cock, which I’m realizing I’m not gonna have any issues with if it keeps up like this.
He searches around the room as he sits back, my cock sliding between his cheeks, up toward his back.
“You sure you don’t need to watch porn or something?” he asks.
“Does it seem like I need it?”
He laughs. “Apparently not.” He gulps. “So I guess I have to like, direct it in.”
“Do you want me to—”
“No, no. I can figure it out.”
His legs tremble against me as he grips my shaft and works to line it up. The trembling intensifies as he pushes me against his hole, his expression straining even before there’sbeen any penetration.
“Alexei—”
“I can do this. Just give me a second.”
He pushes the head in, grunting as he moves too quickly, his body a fit of trembles.
“Hey, hey, no, no,” I say, pulling out.
“What? What’s wrong?” He’s all panic.
“Alexei, you’re shaking, and you’re trying to force it in. You’re gonna hurt yourself. Just get down here next to me. Let’s chill for a bit and build into it. Rushing is not the way to go.”
“I need to get it over with.”
“I get that. I really do. But this already sucks. You don’t have to make it any worse than it already is.”
He takes what seems like the first decent breath of air since we got in here. “You have a point.”
“Come on. Lie beside me. We’ll chat a bit, wait for your nerves to calm down.”
“What if your sildenafil wears off by then?”
I glare at him. “It lasts four to eight hours. If anything, you should pity my night after we’re finished.”
He smiles, my playful remark setting him at ease, which makes me feel better because I hate seeing him so tense. He shakes his head as he dismounts and plops down beside me.
I roll toward him. “Well, I have to admit, I’m relieved my dick is cooperating.”
