“I will. I promise.”
I nodded.
He leaned down and kissed the back of my shoulder. “Just tell me if it hurts,” he murmured in my ear. “We can stop. I promise.”
I nodded, and I was about to tell him not to worry, but then he pressed in and… my mind went blank. He eased the head partway in, drew back, eased in again.
My arms threatened to shake out from under me. “Oh my…God.”
“This okay?” He sounded genuinely concerned.
“Uh-huh. It’s…” I squeezed my eyes shut. “God, Jesse…more.”
He swore softly as he withdrew again, and when he pushed back in, he slid deeper. Then he stayed that way for a moment, just letting me relax and get used to him. It wasalmostpainful, but not. Just intense. Really, really intense.
Slowly, I yielded to him, and he carefully worked himself deeper. Before I knew it, he was moving easily, fucking me slowly as my whole damn spine melted. I let my head fall forward and my eyes slide close, and I lost myself in the feeling of being slowly, lovingly, perfectly fucked by this amazing man. When I had two functioning brain cells to rub together later, I could think about how incredible it was that we’d made it back here. Right now, I didn’t want to think at all. I just wanted to feel him and be as close to him as two people could get.
“I’ve never…” He paused to catch his breath. “Never topped someone without…” He groaned softly, taking ages to push all the way back inside before he started pulling out again. “Never felt anyone like this.”
“Like it?” I managed to ask.
“So good.” He sounded close to tears. “God, Eric, I want—I want you to feel me like this.”
All the air rushed out of my lungs, and I clawed at the sheets to anchor myself. “Me too. Fuck. Yeah, me too.” Just the thought of being inside him with no barrier made me even dizzier than I already was. I suddenly needed some friction on my neglected cock, so I shifted my weight onto one arm and started stroking myself.
“Oh, yeah,” he purred. “Fuck, you’re tight.”
I just closed my eyes and tried to hold myself up. I was so turned on, it was a genuine miracle I hadn’t cried or blacked out or something. Jesse was inside me. I was touching myself. He wanted me to top him with nothing between us. I wasn’t sure Icould take another second of this, but oh, hell, I didn’t want to ever stop.
“Eric…” He sounded completely winded. His fingers twitched on my hips. “Fuck, baby…”
All I could do was whimper. As he rocked in and out, stretching and filling me, I pumped myself and tried to just breathe. I hoped whatever sounds I was making translated to“yes, yes, more, please more…”because I’d lost any ability to form words.
Somehow, he still had the power of speech. As his hips slowed to a stop, he murmured, “I want you on your back. So I can see you.”
I nodded, and Jesse pulled out. I turned onto my back and spread my legs for him, and oh God, I wasn’t ready for the desire in his eyes as he raked them over me.
“You are so sexy like that,” he purred, trailing fingertips down my inner thigh. “I definitely missed out last time.”
Before I could reply with anything, or even think of a reply, he was pushing back into me, and I lost my ability to think. I was aware that at his size, he could’ve easily made this hurt, but he’d made sure I was so ready for him, every stroke was heaven. I’d been with guys much smaller and been unable to relax, but with Jesse, I wasn’t tense at all. I trusted him completely to be cautious, and that he'd stop at the first hint of discomfort.
Not that discomfort was an issue right now. Holy fuck. He was—he feltperfect. The stretch, his long strokes, the way he slid across my prostate—I didn’t want this to ever, ever stop.
“Touch yourself,” he ordered shakily. “I want to watch you come all over yourself while I’m fucking you.”
A strangled sound escaped my throat even before I closed my fingers around my cock. When I started pumping myself, Jesse groaned.
“That’s so damn hot. Christ, Eric, you are so…” He closed his eyes and thrust a little harder, turning my vision white. He already felt so, so good moving like this, and now that I was jerking myself off, too, it was almost too much.
Almost, but not quite.
“Harder,” I pleaded.
His eyebrows rose. “Yeah? How much harder?”
The words“as hard as you can”almost came out, but I was with it enough to think twice. “Not… not too much, but a little—oh, my God, yes. Just like that!”
My hips bucked like they had a mind of their own, moving in time with Jesse’s thrusts, and I pumped myself furiously as he drove me closer and closer to the edge.
