He pushed up from the couch, and I felt that sense of safe danger as he towered over me, half-hard-dick dangling before him, a wall of muscle, skin, and hair as he pulled me close to kiss me. “Okay. But I’m not fucking you on a couch. Where’s your bed?”
I led him to one of the two small bedrooms, this one being the only one with a bed. Of course, for someone his size, we would probably need a king-size, but the queen would work just fine for sleeping with him. I shimmied out of my shorts and tossed them aside as I walked toward the bedside table, heart pounding in anticipation as I opened the drawer and pulled out the bottle of lube. There might be plenty of people out there who enjoyed masturbation without lube, and all power to them, but I definitely preferred something slick between my hand and my dick when I was trying to get myself off.
Almost forgetting Dom was there, I turned around and jerked in surprise to see him looming, still naked and...a little harder than before. “What?”
He said nothing, moving toward me and tucking a finger under my chin to tilt my head back and kiss me. I could feel him maneuvering me toward the bed, and I let him, not caring where we went before my legs hit the bed and I tilted backward. Smiling softly down at me, he took hold of my underwear and yanked them down, able to manhandle me to get them off in a way I would have never been able to do to him.
“I always thought it was weird back in the day, to think of a guy as beautiful. But I never realized that I only ever thought about you as beautiful,” he said as he got onto the bed, making it dip noticeably under his weight as he inched over me, running his hand along one leg and over my hip to rest on my stomach. “It’s still funny to think it, not because it’s ‘weird’ but because you’re still all the other words people use for guys. You’re handsome, sexy, cute, you’re...all those things, but you’re absolutely beautiful too...even with that grumpy look on your face.”
Surprise made me laugh, and I tried to roll away. “Quit.”
“Mmm, no,” he said, preventing me from moving as I lay on my stomach.
Warmth gusted against my inner thigh, and I jerked in surprise as his mouth came down on my sensitive skin. His wet tongue slid along my thigh, and I didn’t think. I spread my legs further for him to gain access as he teased his mouth up. He gently plucked the bottle of lube from me as his mouth reached my ass. He never dipped into the crack, but his mouth explored every other part of me carefully.
It was sensual and erotic to the same degree that I had been passionate and focused while giving him head. The nerves in my body felt newly awakened, not singing with pleasure, but humming with anticipation as I felt a cool, lube-covered finger slide up the crack of my ass and into my body. At the same time, I felt his teeth nip the skin of one cheek, making those humming nerves jerk to new life as his finger pushed inside.
“At least we don’t have to start from scratch,” I said, thinking of the first time we tried to fuck and neither of us had thought to get anything but his dick inside me. It had been disastrous, of course. I didn’t know how to relax my body when it tensed up from anticipation and nerves, and he didn’t know how to gaugehis movements. But now he was sliding a second finger into me, and I felt myself open up for him.
“You feel as good as I remember,” he said softly as his fingers spread apart. “I know to be careful.”
“You don’t have to bethatcareful,” I chuckled.
“Okay...but I want to be,” he said softly, and I felt the warmth of his breath on my lower back.
There wasn’t much I could say other than to make a soft noise as I felt his body press against mine just as the third finger made its presence known. Now he could get his fingers apart deep inside me and open me up as he kissed my lower back, his newly hard dick dangling down to run against my leg as he kissed and licked his way up my body. It wasn’t the first time someone tried to be sensual and slow with me, but it was certainly the first time I had ever given in to it rather than impatiently waiting for them to get to the main attraction.
“I don’t know if I should be glad or not that it took until now for us to do this,” I said as his kisses made their way to my neck and his fingers pushed against the walls of my insides, firmly but gently stretching them.
“Does it matter?” he echoed from before. “We’re doing it now, and I’m fucking happy we are.”
“So am I,” I said in a soft voice.
“Even if I’m terrible at this?” he asked with a chuckle, nuzzling my neck and nibbling, my nerves so focused on his mouth that I barely noticed he was moving his fingers inside me smoothly.
“You won’t be,” I said, speaking it aloud before realizing that was exactly how I felt.
“I guess we’ll find out.”
“I’ll be right.”
“You do love to be.”
“Because I usually am.”
“Ass,” he said, kissing me before pulling his fingers out gently. “C’mon, I’m not fucking you on your stomach.”
“It’s okay to fuck me like a whore,” I teased, but did as he said, eager to look into his face as he slid inside me.
He smirked as he sat back on his legs and added lube to his cock. “That’s for the next time.”
“Next time, huh?” I asked as he grabbed my legs and pushed them back so he could rest them on his shoulders as he positioned himself.
Huh, he even knew to shove a pillow under my waist...so either he had been with enough guys to know that, or he was in the habit of doing it for the women he’d been with.
“Oh, yeah,” he said, and I felt the head of his dick press against my hole and push. “There’s going to be a next time, and a time after that, and a time after that. We might not make up for lost time, but…” He paused as we both felt the thick head push inside, and my eyes went wide as it was...a full feeling, but not a trace of discomfort or pain. “We can certainly enjoy the time we have, right?”
For his size, for every bit of strength and power he had, he was patient and gentle as he pushed into me. Some of his sheer size would have been enough for anyone to feel every inch of him, but he took his time, and I couldn’t help but measure the distance of him inside me. There was only once that I felt discomfort, and only when he was deep enough his fingers hadn’t reached, but he paused, reading...I don’t know, my face, my body language, his own instincts,somethingthat told him to wait.
