“Promise me you’ll tell me if it hurts?”
“Just go slow and use lots of oil. If it hurts, I’ll tell you.”
“Promise?”
He smiled at me again.
“I promise, Kitty Kat. I don’t lie to you.”
I nodded, then took the bottle from his hand. I fumble the glass a moment before I oiled my fingers, glad that I had no nails to speak of. I slid them along his crease, down to the wrinkled pink hole that seemed to bring him so much pleasure, then slowly slid one finger into his heat.
Goddess, if I thought he was a furnace on the outside, he was an inferno within. He moaned as I slid first one finger into his heat, then at his direction, two.
He rocked back and forth against my slow thrusts and moaned. I felt my fingers brush against a spot inside him that felt slightly different, and he let out a curse. I froze.
“Did that hurt?”
“Goddess, no! It felt good!” he said, grinning back at me. “It’s the prostate, Kitty Kat. It feels amazing. Do it again!”
I slowly learned my lover’s body, noting how different movements elicited different responses from him. My own cock slowly got back into the game, getting harder and harder at each moan and gasp he made.
“Three fingers, now, and then…” he waggled his eyebrows at me.
I couldn’t help but laugh and realized with a start that, just like the tears, laughter was something else this man brought out in me. I’d laughed more in the last few weeks than I had in the last ten years I’d been in the Legion.
I slowly slid a well-oiled third finger inside his body, the feel of his walls clenching around me making me swallow hard, thinking about how it might feel around my cock.
“Enough!” he panted, and I froze again.
He turned around to face me, his body glistening with sweat, his lips parted, his breath coming in short pants. He pushed the blankets away from my body and straddled me. After a final coating of oil on my now-purple cock, he hovered over me.
“You ready for me, Kitty Kat?” he asked.
“I think so,” I managed.
“If it gets too much, if you get uncomfortable, just say stop, okay?”
I nodded. Intellectually, I knew that topping someone else was supposed to feel good, but I’d never considered that bottoming might, too.
He slowly lowered his body until I could feel my hard cock pushing against his hole. He threw his head back, the light shining on his gorgeous neck, but I was the one who was gasping. He kept lowering himself, the pressure increasing until the ring of muscles gave way and he sighed as I slid inside him.
Having my fingers buried in his heat had been amazing, but this…thiswas heaven. Hel’s inner walls tightened around my cock as he began rocking back and forth, slowly working my length inside of him. He paused at one point, his eyes closed, and I began to panic.
“Are you okay? Should we stop. We can stop—”
“I’m fine, Kitty Kat, it’s just— you arenota small man,” he grinned at me and winked. “I just need a minute to adjust.”
“I’ll remind you that you said that later,” I quipped, and he rolled his eyes at me.
His cock had softened slightly as I’d entered him. I reached out and began stroking it, feeling it once again grow hard under mytouch. I felt his body relax a bit around me and my panic eased as he began moving again.
Soon he was rolling his hips to meet my thrusts.
“Fuck, you feel so good, Elex,” he panted.
I couldn’t answer because I was thinking the same thing about him. I became lost in the feeling of his heat surrounding my cock, my balls drawing up. I stroked his cock harder and moaned.
“Fuck, Hel—I’m going to—”
