We were in love.
“We did talk about you having another orgasm in the morning,” I said, using my shoulder to tilt his face up so we could see each other. Somehow in the night, he’d slid down low and the tips of my toes grazed his calves while I leisurely kept his dick hard. “And you’re clearly up for the challenge.”
He made a pleased sound, eyes finally opening as he propped himself up on one hand, elbow denting the pillow.
“It doesn’t have to be one for one, you know,” he said, lashes fluttering when I twisted my fist around the already wet head of his cock. “I’m fine with…”
He trailed off and I grinned, leaning over him to the nightstand where I’d left the lube and the rest of the condoms from the night before.
“I want to feel you,” I assured him. “As long as…as you want to do it too.”
Colin moved quickly, rolling me onto my back and throwing himself on top of me. His cock pressed at my ass again, and I arched toward him, equal parts scared and excited.
“I do,” he said, pressing his hardness against me. “This is me wanting to do that with you.”
“Good.”
In the dim morning light, I let myself focus on the shape of his hands and the way he opened the lube bottle and wet his fingers. I closed my eyes after that, feeling the bed shift as he arranged himself on top of me, wincing at the unexpected coldness from the lube when he cupped my balls in his hand. He held the weight of me like that, kneading my balls in his palm until I whimpered, and only then did he let his fingers stray farther back, up that delicate strip of skin toward my hole. Colin tested the pressure, grunting when he tried to get his first finger into me.
“You have to relax,” he whispered, brushing my hair out of my face.
“I am relaxed.”
He pushed at my rim again. “You’re not.”
“I’m just a little nervous,” I muttered. “I want to do this, but…”
“Here.” Colin rolled onto his side, pulling my back against his chest. He folded his arm between us, in a position that couldn’t have been comfortable, his other arm wrapped around my chest, holding me while he went for a second round.
Being in his arms with his breath hot against the back of my neck must have done something to settle my nerves because his finger finally made it inside of me, drawing a shocked gasp from the deepest parts of my throat and a low rumble from him.
“You’re really tight, Wesley.”
“Well.” I gave him a weak laugh. “I am a virgin after all.”
“Pretty sure the ache between my legs confirms that is a lie,” he said, easing his finger out before sliding it back inside of me.
Oh,Goddddd.
The feeling of penetration reminded me of when I’d done the enema in the shower, but there was a glaring difference between a cold, steel nozzle and a warm, bendable finger.
“Is this okay?” he asked, kissing the shell of my ear.
“So okay,” I promised.
He teased me like that, fucking into me with one finger for what felt like a whole eternity and more. My cock was half-hard, leaking a stream of precum all over the sheets, and when he added a second finger, I couldn’t stop myself from whining and writhing in his arms.
“Still okay?” He paused, waiting for my confirmation.
“Yeah, I think so.”
“I want you to be sure.”
“Colin, I swear if you don’t move your hand.”
He cut off my demand with a twist of his wrist, his knuckles brushing against my prostate. The sound I made at that touch was honestly embarrassing, but the hot rod of his erection spasmed against my hip, so when he worked the sound out of me a second time, I didn’t try to hide it.
“I love knowing I make you so hard,” I whispered as he withdrew his hand. He put a breath of space between us, and I heard him tear the condom wrapper and open the lube. He was back quick, the rest of his body warm like his dick.
