Ren’s hand on my back makes me jump slightly and I look over my shoulder. He’s already put a condom on and has a tube of lubricant in his hands. I shiver with anticipation.
Everything feels extra, like I’m more acutely aware of his touch. I swear, I can feel the bit of heat from his hand as it nears my crack. A fizzle of electricity winds through me as he runs his fingers between my cheeks, stopping at my hole. He massages me for a minute before pressing his first finger in.
I spread my legs a little wider and grip my cock, jerking myself slowly. Just because I need some friction. It feels masterfully good. It’s been weeks since I’ve had sex and I’ve missed it. More than my usual anticipation, though, because this is Ren. It’s not a virtual stranger whom I’ve arranged with online to meet up for a collab.
I know this man. He’s been good to me. Helikesme. Me!
A second finger enters me, and I close my eyes to concentrate on the feeling of his touch. A third finger and I’m getting restless. Prep is good and all. I truly enjoy foreplay. But we’ve been foreplaying for several nights now. It’s all led up to this one moment.
“Felton.”
I grunt in answer. His quiet chuckle makes me smile and I twist to look at him over my shoulder.
“You sure you want to do this?”
For a second, all kinds of doubts fill me. Maybe he’s only doing this because I asked for it. Maybe he doesn’t want to have sex with me. Maybe I’m jumping too far ahead and it’s going to ruin everything we’ve been building.
Is this fragile? Will it break?
Ren leans over me, blanketing my back with his body and grips my face. He presses his lips to mine. “Whatever dark place you just went to, come back out,” he murmurs.
Swallowing, I nod.
“That’s better,” he says, his thumb gently brushing my cheek bone. His fingers are no longer inside me as he curls around me to comfort my worries away. He rubs his cock between my ass cheeks. It’s slick and oh so hard. “It’s just you and me right now,” he promises. “I’m only asking because I don’t want you to feel like this has to happen now. You can change your mind at any time.”
I take a breath and shake my head. “No. That’s not… I wondered if we were skipping too much to get to this point and that maybe it’s going to break what we’re doing. I don’t want to break it, Ren.”
His expression softens. “No, tián xin. We’re not going to break. I promise.”
Nodding, I rest my face against him. “I really want to do this. It suddenly feels important that you’re the last person inside me.”
His smile brushes my skin and the hand that was resting on my hip moves between us so he can line up his dick. I feel his blunt cockhead at my hole.
“It’s definitely important that I’m the last one inside your body,” he agrees.
My stomach erupts with butterflies at his words.
He’s slow when he moves inside me. As if he’s drawing out this moment. Making sure the memory of our first time isn’tshort, quick, or immemorable. Ren spreads my legs wider, so my center dips slightly, making his angle better.
I think I feel every inch. Every vein. His girth and his length. His fingers tangle with mine, his lips pressing to the back of my shoulder.
His breath puffs against my skin but he’s not saying anything, and his silence makes me nervous. “Is it okay?” I whisper.
His smile returns to his lips as they press against my skin. “More than okay,” he assures me. “Your tight little hole stretching for me has me breathless, Fel. But definitely far better than okay.”
I relax a little and nod.
“Is it okay for you?”
Cute that he has to ask. I try to glance back at him with a grin. “Perfect, Ren. So perfect.”
Our movement remains slow for a while and our words are quiet, punctuated by moans and low gasps. He grips my head at one point, twisting my upper body so we can kiss.
In this position, I’ve only ever been fucked fast and hard. It’s a different experience like this. Deep. Slow. There’s a new intensity that I hadn’t expected. It feels… intimate.
I’ve never had an orgasm build so slowly and consume me, inch by inch, until I’m vibrating with it. Then it rolls over me and stars flash before my eyes as the room disappears.
He continues to take me for a long while after. Now, his words become more frequent. He takes me a little harder, a little quicker. It’s an endless stream of hushed murmurs about how good I feel. How good I makehimfeel.
