"Meet your prostate, sweets. Did that feel good?"
I don't know if good is the word for it. "Do it again," I say cautiously. "Slowly, though-oh-oh-ohhhh…"
"You like that, huh?" I can hear the smirk in his voice, the wicked glee in his voice as he crooks his fingers just so, sending liquid fire running through my whole body. I mewl into the comforter in response as he continues to stroke me from the inside out, setting my whole body alight. "God, I thought you'd be sensitive,but this is even better than I could have imagined." He pistons his fingers in and out, dragging out the pleasure. "So hot and tight and just made for me..."
My whimpered moans get louder, but he doesn't stop, just keeps working me open, stretching me while his other hand rubs at my nuts, slides under to curl around my aching cock.
"Raffi, I-I can't wait any?—"
"Good," he mutters, tugging his fingers free from my sensitive hole. "Neither can I." I hear him rustling the condom wrapper, then the coolness of lube as he spreads more over me. I can feel his heavy, latex-coated cock resting on the back of my thigh as he does it, and I feel almost dizzy with need.
"That's enough," I plead, grabbing handfuls of the bedspread. "Please, Raffi, that's enough. I want you inside me."
"Yeah you do," he says in a rough voice. "Up a little, sweets—like this—" He pulls my hips higher and I positions himself between my legs. I'm so glad my face is pressed into the bed; I can be much more bold when I don't have to look him straight in the eye.
"Fuck me," I demand. "Come on, Raffi,fuckme."
He grabs my cheeks and pulls them wide, and I feel the tip of his cock pressing against my ring, pushing in, slow and steady. I suck in a deep breath. I thought he took forever with his fingers, but this…
"You're sobig," I whimper.
He gives a laugh that sounds more like a snarl. "You can take it. Relax a little." He stops where he is, and my hole aches around him, but with one hand he reaches underneath, stroking my cockquickly, jerking me back to hardness. He pushes forward a little more, and a little more, the invasion, both strange and blissful.
"You're so hot inside," he groans. "So fucking tight and hot andmade for me." With those last words, he thrusts home, and the air leaves my lungs in a rush.
Yes. Yes, I was made for him. I'm drowning in the sensations, in him. Nothing exists but this stretch and burn in my ass, nothing but Raffi taking my virgin territory. And I do relax now, relax fully as I give myself over to him gladly, shedding who I was and becoming something new, something born of passion and desire.
Something that belongs, finally, to another.
His forehead, warm and damp, presses against my shoulder blade as he begins to move in me, careful and slow at first, but working into a rhythm that has my toes curling and my teeth sinking into the comforter. He takes me with long, deep thrusts that shock me to my core, his cock dragging over that sensitive place inside me, sending pulses right through me.
"Tell me," he hisses against my back. "Tell me how good it feels to be fucked like this. Tell me how good it feels for you."
I choke out my agreement. "So good, so damn good—oh fuck, Raffi, please don't stop."
"Don't plan to. You feel amazing, D. Incredible."
His hand slips under me again, hiking up my hips so he can get his hand around my cock, stroking me even as he fucks me harder and deeper. I quiver beneath him, too many sensations colliding inside me as he slams into me, hitting that spot that makes stars explode behind my eyes. "I think—Raffi, I think—" Ibreak off, my body tensing unbearably until I know I can't stop what's about to happen. "Raffi?—"
"Yeah, come for me. Show me what I do to you?—"
He grunts, pushing himself a little deeper, then a little deeper still, bottoming out and then pausing so he's pressed hard up against me while his hand keeps playing over me, merciless, as the orgasm crashes over me, white-hot and blinding.
"Raffi, oh fuck, Raffi?—"
"I got you," he pants in my ear, and begins to move again, riding me through it. "I got you," he says, over and over until I feel his cock swell and pulse inside me, and the one thought I have is that I wish I could have felt him floodme, instead of the condom.
We collapse onto the bed, Raffi sprawled half on top of me. I'm shaking in the aftermath, delight still rolling through me in waves. Raffi kisses my shoulder, then the side of my neck. "Oh, God. I willneverhave enough of you." He sounds almost melancholy, so that I want to console him, but he's already starting to pull back, easing his dick from my ass and then climbing right off the bed, heading for the bathroom.
I slump back against the bed, bereft at the loss of his warmth and aching in places I've never ached before.
And happy. So happy.
He comes back a few minutes later with a washcloth and wipes me down, smiling softly at me when I dare look into his face. "That was nice," I say, suddenly shy again.
"Nice?" His eyebrows shoot up and he laughs. "Wow, D. Way to make a guy feel insecure."
I laugh. "It wasamazing. Is it…is it like that all the time?"
