I get straight back to work kissing him. In no time at all, he is whimpering and moaning. I roll him onto his back and lean over him. My hand finds his cock and he cries out. I’ve never touched another man’s cock before. I don’t think I will ever touch another. He is the one I want. No one else.
I start off gently, determined to discover what makes him go wild. I love the feel of him in my hand. Hot, hard and silken. He is gasping and writhing now, bucking his hips. Too lost in his lust to maintain our kiss. I don’t mind at all. Seeing him like this is incredible.
I’m so very tempted to stroke him to completion but I want to feel him inside me more. I start kissing and nuzzling his neck. He cries out, his hips raising and his legs spreading wide. I’m really not an expert, but he is not acting like someone who is about to top me.
“What do you need?” I whisper.
His eyes open, and he fixes me with an intense stare. He is breathless, with swollen lips and flushed cheeks, and I know I will remember him like this forever.
“Take me. Use me. Make me yours,” he pleads desperately.
Capturing his mouth again, I kiss him deeply. I can tell he wants this, but is conflicted. Maybe he is thinking of his kiss-and-tell betrayal, maybe he is remembering his abuse. Whatever it is, I want to chase any dark thoughts away with pleasure. I want to cherish him and keep him safe for all eternity, if he will let me.
I move myself so that I’m lying in between his spread legs, my body over his. Still stroking his cock, I admire the view of him beneath me. My wildest fantasy come true. He is about to let me take him. I’ve never felt so honored in all my life. But there is a glaring problem.
“Ah… I don’t really know what I am doing.” I confess.
He scoffs. “Anal is anal.”
I flush. “Er… about that.”
He stares up at me, dazzling eyes wide and incredulous. “You’ve never done anal before?”
“Hey!” I protest. “It’s damn hard to convince girls to do it!”
His chuckle salves my wounded pride. Making him laugh is more than worth my shame at my inadequacy.
“British girls are really that uptight, huh?”
“I guess,” I mumble.
“Get off of me and I’ll prepare myself.”
Horror grips my entire being. I don’t want to move. I don’t want to make this medical. I want to experience all of it. The thought of him having to make allowances for my inexperience, sends chills down my spine.
“I want to do it!” I exclaim.
“Okay,” he agrees easily, and I nearly weep with relief. “It’s simple in practice, grab the lube, cover your fingers. Then it’s one finger, then two. Open me up and get lots of lube in there.”
I pick up the lube. Having to follow instructions doesn’t feel the most romantic, but I’m going to make it up to him. I’m going to do everything I can to make him come so hard he passes out. When I’m done with him, he won’t remember his name, nevermind this brief interlude.
He hooks his arms under his knees and lifts his legs up, baring the most intimate part of himself to me. I swallow. If it gets any hotter in here, there’s going to be actual flames. It’s a good thing we are on a boat.
I trace around his hole with a slicked up finger. He shudders. Teasing around his entrance is incredible. His reactions are beautiful, but I can’t resist any longer. Very carefully, I start to ease my finger inside him. I’m so worried about hurting him that I’m probably being far too gentle, but I don’t care. I’d much rather frustrate and annoy him than cause him pain.
The sight of my finger sinking into his body takes my breath away. Then the sensations hit me. He is so tight, so hot, so soft. The groan I let out is utterly filthy.
He throws his head back and whimpers. Happy, pleasure filled whimpers. His cock is leaking profusely. I want to taste it but my cock sucking skills are nonexistent. One new skill at a time. Right now I’m learning how to pleasure his ass.
Slowly, I slide my finger in and out while I watch him intently for every miniscule hint of his reaction. I’m going to find out how to do it exactly the way he likes. I speed up a little but he tenses and his eyes tighten. He doesn’t like that so much. Slow and gentle it is. A few more strokes and I start to move my finger side to side, as well as in and out. Getting a second finger inside him will be bliss.
When I’m sure he is ready, I push a second finger in. He groans deeply. A gorgeous flush spreading across his pale chest.
“Okay?” I ask.
He nods eagerly.
Grinning in delight, I set about fucking him with my fingers. He feels amazing. I could do this all night. Fantasies about bringing him to the very edge of orgasm and holding him there for hours, dance through my mind until I nearly spill.
