“How long have you known me?”
“Seventeen years.”
“Then you know I’m not patient.” I gasped as his finger stroked over my P-spot. “Oh, that’s so nice. And kind of surreal.”
“Surreal?”
“Yes. A few weeks ago, you were Dillon’s older brother. Now—” I gasped and arched my back as he slipped a second finger inside me.
I chuckled as he peppered kisses over my jaw. “Now?”
“Now you’ve got two fingers up my arse.”
His chuckle turned into a belly laugh. “I’m still Dillon’s brother.”
“Yeah, maybe we should stop saying his name while we’re in the throes of passion.”
“Maybe we should. Do you always talk so much during sex?”
“Why? Is it a turn-off?”
“No.” He sucked my earlobe into his mouth. “It’s cute and sexy.”
“I talk more when I’m nervous.”
He paused. Though he kept his fingers inside me, he was no longer sliding them back and forth. “Nervous?”
“Yeah. Having sex with someone for the first time is a big deal.” Heat rose to my cheeks. “Plus, I’ve never made love to someone before.”
“Nor have I.” He began moving his fingers in and out again.
“Do you think it’s different from fucking?”
Xander shrugged. “At a guess, I’d say it’ll be more emotional.”
I stared into his eyes. My fingers glided over his back. More emotional. That made sense. I was already feeling more than I ever had before. I lost myself in kissing and touching him. Nothing else mattered except the press of his lips against mine, the taste of his mouth, the softness of his skin, and the gentleness of his fingers as they worked back and forth.
I was beyond relaxed when he put a third finger inside me. I was a puddle of love and lust. I would have floated away if his arms and body weight hadn’t been there to anchor me. I wasn’t sure I could be more ready to take this step with him.
“I love you.” I ground my hips so I could take his fingers deeper inside me. I rubbed my aching length against his. “I need you.”
“I love you too.” His kisses became desperate again, and he momentarily lost the consistent beat he’d been moving his fingers to. “I need you too.”
“I’m ready.”
“Are you sure?”
I nodded. “Go slow. Be gentle.”
He stroked my hair away from my forehead and kissed me there. “Of course. I would never do anything to hurt you.”
“I know. I trust you.”
He eased his fingers out of me and reached for the condom. He carefully tore the wrapper, removed the condom, and rolled it onto his dick. I couldn’t help but stare as he rubbed lots of lube over it. It didn’t matter how often I saw his erect cock. I would always be in awe of its size. The fluttering in my stomach intensified. My arse muscles clenched in anticipation. I ached for him, but a small amount of tension crept into my body. He was huge, and I was a slim guy. Would his dick fit inside me? Would he be able to get balls deep?
“Hey.” Xander kissed my temple. “Are you okay?”
I snapped my stare back to him. “Yes. You?”
