I’m actually doing this. I’m giving my first time to this guy. Anticipation burns in my veins as Dalton abandons his suitcase and meets me at the bed.
“Whatever we do in here is your decision,”Dalton says.
I nod, touched that he’s slowing down to remind me of that.
“Lie back,” he orders softly, and I’m helpless to do anything but obey him.
He loosens the knot at my waist so the towel falls open, and I resist the urge to cover myself like I did last time.
“Beautiful,” Dalton murmurs, opening the bottle of lube. He pours a generous about onto his fingers, then slides his index deep inside me.
I gasp, my back arching off the bed. My body is still buzzing from what we did in the shower, and his finger inside me feels electrifying. Especially when he pulls it out to add a second one with it.
It burns, but it’s not uncomfortable. It actually feels really fucking good. Especially when he puts his free hand on my lower stomach and guides my body to grind down on his fingers. But I want more. I want to feel his cock in me.
“More,” I breathe.
Dalton adds a third finger, and the burn worsens. It’s only for a few seconds, though. And once it fades, there’s nothing but that delicious fullness I could get addicted to.
When he pulls his fingers from me, I whimper at the loss.
“I know, baby.” The term of endearment spreads warmth through my chest. No one’s ever called me that before. It makes me feel like I belong to him.
Dalton loosens the towel around his waist and lets it fall to the floor as he rolls the condom on. Then he puts a hand on my inner thigh, and I feel his cock at my entrance.
My body’s first instinct is to clench, even though I don’t want to.
“It’s okay,” Dalton says, his thumb rubbing gently against my thigh. “Just try to relax.”
I do what he says, and when his cock teases against my entrance again, I let him in. It burns and stings, so big that it doesn’t feel like I was stretched at all. “Oh, fuck.”
“Take a breath,” Dalton orders softly. “It’ll help.”
I obey, feeling my muscles constricting around him. He doesn’t push in any further, holding back to allow me a few minutes to get used to him. Only when my body relaxes does he slide in further.
“You have no idea how tight you are, do you?” He grunts as he pushes in a little deeper. “And you don’t know how sexy you look. Laid out here with your legs spread wide for me.”
His praise sends warmth shooting through my face. I never thought I’d like a guy talking to me during this, but I do with Dalton.
He pushes in even deeper, and I cry out, doing my best to take every inch of him. He’s so big, and I’m stretched so wide around his cock. I don’t know how the hell he’s going to fit.
But he does. I keep taking him until he’s bottomed out, until his balls are slapping against me on each thrust.
His fingers dig into my thigh as he quickens his pace. He thrusts deep into me, then drags his cock out before shoving it right back in with a force that has me bouncing on the mattress.
Dalton’s free hand wraps around my cock suddenly, his grip tight. “No matter how tightly I squeeze, it won’t feel close to how your ass is clenching around me.”
He sets up a brutal pace that matches how hard he’s thrusting into me. I can’t even form words or thoughts. I make incoherent noises, whimpers, that seem to make him go even faster.
I don’t expect to come so soon again after the way I did in the shower, but I can feel it building. My cock is hard and aching, and the way Dalton’s expert hand is pumping it has my balls drawing up.
He snaps his hips again and again, his hand tight around my cock.
“Come on, Sam,” he growls. “Let me see that pretty cum again.”
I don’t know if it’s his words or the thrusts that make me, but I come hard, my back bowing off the mattress. I try to dig my heels into the mattress for something to hold onto, but Dalton bends his body closer to mine, forcing my legs up in the air.
He keeps pumping my cock as cum splashes our stomachs, and he doesn’t stop until I’m whimpering. Only then does he grip my hips and plow into me two more times.
