And then he was moving further, pushing past the point of almost pain without a trace of discomfort, without so much as a twinge from my insides. All I could do was lie there, helpless to do anything but watch...and feel. His jaw was set and his expression intent, trying to be so careful not to cause me anyharm as he inched his way into me. It took far longer than I was used to, but eventually he was entirely seated inside me, the push of his hips against my ass both a promise and a comfort.
“Damn,” I breathed. “I know you’re big, but there’s big, and then there’s...full.”
He chuckled, reaching down to cradle me as he hung there, letting me feel all of him. “Or maybe you’re just tight.”
“I definitely think it’s because you’re big.”
“Maybe, but I was right...you do feel amazing.”
I wanted to tell him he did too, but the words caught in my throat, and to my horror, I realized my throat was fighting itself. He was being so gentle, so full of care and...love. God, this was nothing like I had been telling myself over the past decade and a half; it was all so much more obvious now he was here with me.
“Ready?” he asked, either missing what was going on with me or choosing to let me have my own version of false privacy.
“Yes,” I whispered, glad I could manage that much.
Unsurprisingly, he was just as slow and careful when he pulled out and pushed in again once he was at the halfway point, taking his time and watching me intently. It wasn’t necessary as far as I was concerned, even if you took into account that I could take far more abuse and enjoy it; he had been so meticulous that I was ready for him. I said nothing, though, hypnotized by his stare as he deepened his slow thrusts, growing more confident that he could move without causing me any harm.
“Hold on,” he said, pulling away, and for a moment, I was desperate for the feel of his arms back around me. Then he shifted inside me, and the next push sent a roaring jolt of pleasure through me that made my body go tight, my legs squeezing at the sides of his neck. “There we are.”
Oh hell, he had been looking for my… “Oh shit.”
“That’s right,” he said in a low voice that rumbled through me as the shockwaves of pleasure followed after the next thrust. “There you go.”
I was going to lose my mind, and I didn’t know if it was because he kept hitting the right spot that sent my nerves singing up and down my body with pleasure, or because the gentle heat of his voice was curling up in parts of my head I didn’t know existed. I wasn’t getting a chance to think because he kept moving, kept pushing into my body and making me whimper as the pleasure began to build on itself.
He didn’t dare move his position, but he reached down and gripped my hips with one hand, the other running up and down my stomach as he started to rock. I was helpless to do anything more than lie there and feel him filling me steadily before emptying me just to push in again, every time hitting the nerves that made all thought impossible, any analysis a faded dream. All I could do was lie there and stare into the intensity of his gaze as he brought me pleasure over and over again.
Sweat broke out over my body as I ached for release but couldn’t bring myself to move to make it happen. I was going to go crazy from the sheer pleasure vibrating from one end of my body to the other. Dom never hesitated, his hips never stuttering as he thrust, slowly picking up the pace but never changing the angle, never changing how gentle and warm he felt.
“No,” he said gently, taking hold of my hand when I found the strength and sense of mind to reach down to take hold of myself, to break myself free from this pleasure that was going to drive me insane, a pleasure I didn’t want to end. “You’re almost there. Just feel it, feelme.”
I whimpered and groaned, too lost in what he was doing to do more than curse softly as the bed creaked beneath us. It really did feel like I was going to lose my mind as the pleasurecontinued to build and kept threatening to spill over and wash through me, I thought I would go mad before that dam gave way.
His pace was picking up, slamming my nerves, making me cry out as I felt the cracks in the dam widen. I didn’t know how he’d known that was going to happen, but I couldn’t argue, I couldn’t fight, I could just lie there, holding tight, staring up into his face as I cried out. When the wall finally caved in, I let out a cry that afterward made me glad I had no neighbors closer than a couple of miles.
“Yes,” he groaned as he felt me gripping him more fiercely, as my body shook. Warmth splattered my torso, my chest, and even my face as he held me tight. I felt as though the only thing keeping me in one piece was his hands tight around my body as he continued to thrust into me. “Oh, God, Levi...yes.”
“Ah fuck,” I groaned as the ecstasy came in crashing waves that made me think of the nearby cliffs. Then I felt a new warmth inside me, and I realized he was coming again, holding himself tight against me as he rode out his orgasm, all the while never letting me go, even when I collapsed in a heap, with a ragged gasp as I fought to remember how to breathe.
It felt like I was floating, and while I spared a moment to feel a twinge of loss at him sliding out, I continued to let that warm cloud wrap around me. When the warm hardness of his body replaced it, I didn’t mind in the slightest, and I relaxed back into him. I had no idea how long I lay there, wrapped up by him, feeling the gentle strength of his arms and the warmth of his chest and stomach pressed against my back. Even the feeling of his dick pressed against my ass was comforting, a reminder of what we had just…what he had just done.
Tears stung my eyes, and I fought them, softly laughing. “See, I was right, I’m always right. You are better at this...a hell of a lot better.”
“Good,” he said softly, kissing gently at the back of my neck, and I thought I was going to break down right there.
I was in so much trouble.
Or maybe...this is how you get saved.
DOM
I realized I was waking up before I was actually awake. Sleep lay thick in my brain, not grogginess or because I hadn’t slept right, but because I was just that damn comfortable, and sleep was a comfort for once, rather than something I had to do. At least it was, until part of my brain realized something was missing and I stirred to life, finding the spot in the bed next to me not only empty, but cool to the touch.
Groaning, I rubbed my face and tried to remember if I should be concerned about his absence. After we’d...well, normally I’d call it fucking, but it hadn’t felt like fucking by the time I was done. It felt more like being possessed by something determined to make sure Levi got all the attention and focus, so he didn’t have to think about anything but letting me do all the work. It had seemed to work, but he’d been... different afterward.
Quiet was in his nature, and so was being thoughtful; introspective was the word his mom had used. “Do me a favor, dohima favor, Dom. Don’t let that boy get lost in his head too often,” she had told me once, watching him as he stood at the counter, oblivious that we were talking about him. “You live in the real world, make sure he sees it once in a while, okay?”
I had promised, getting up from the small table against the wall of her rundown kitchen, and grabbing him before he knew I was there, tossing him over my shoulder, and telling him we were going outside. He’d been so mad, I thought it was because I’d scared the shit out of him by grabbing him, but now I think sometimes he didn’t like control being taken away like that. He hadn’t stayed mad, though, and we had enough money between us to order a feast from the dollar menu, which the bastards had gotten rid of a long time ago, and his mood was brighter by then.
