Noah glanced up at me, seeing the wonder and surprise on my face. “Nobody has ever done this for you? What about toys? Have you played with yourself?”
“A little. I have this prostate massager thing. Never with anybody else though.” I hated sounding so new and inexperienced. Compared to him, I guess I was.
“Pass me the lube.” He nodded to where I’d left the bottle on the table.
I handed it over without question, feeling both nervous and excited. He continued to lick my ass, making me crazy for more. When he began to slowly insert a lubed up finger, I almost lost my mind.
The sensations were powerful. So many nerve endings. Slight pressure at first that gave way to a pleasurable feeling.
“Just relax,” he said softly. “Everything feels so much better when you’re relaxed.”
Trusting him to guide me through this, I sank into the pillow. Letting him take the lead. It wasn’t easy for me to give up control, especially to someone like Noah, who I’d viewed in such a negative light for so long. This was a big deal for me.
Slowly, he worked his finger all the way inside me. After a moment, he eased it back out. I let out a whoosh of breath along with a low moan. Maybe this wouldn’t be so bad after all.
With one hand, Noah continued to jerk my cock. With the other, he fingered my ass. Slow, smooth motions that allowed me to get used to the new feelings. A gradual increase in pace. Soon his finger was thrusting in and out of me in a nice repetitive rhythm.
“Ready for more, prince?” he asked, a mischievous note in his voice. “I promise to take it easy on you. For the first time anyway.”
“I’m ready.” My words came out breathy and broken.
“Roll onto your side. I’ll take it slow. Tell me if you want to stop.” Noah flicked open the lube bottle, rubbing a thick coating along his cock.
Doing as he said, I rolled onto my side, anticipation gripping me as he spooned me from behind. Noah reached across to once again fist my cock as he positioned the head of his against my hole.
“Breathe, baby boy,” he whispered. “Steady breaths. Relax.”
I realized I’d been holding my breath. Focusing on filling my lungs, I sucked in a slow breath. At the same time, he eased the head of his cock inside me. Then he paused, giving me a chance to adjust.
My heart raced as my breaths came faster. I reminded myself to relax, allowing him to enter, even though my body’s instinct was to resist. There was no pain, although there was some pressure as he stretched me open. Still, I wanted more of him.
“I’m okay,” I reassured him. “Keep going.”
Noah’s sexy chuckle made it easier to let my guard down. I wanted him so fucking bad.
“Let’s not get carried away,” he said. “One inch at a time.”
As he promised, he slowly eased into me, giving me a chance to adjust before continuing. When he was finally fully sheathed inside me, I swore a few times. The incredibly full feeling was new to me. I liked it though.
Noah held still, wary of moving too much until I was ready. He continued to work my cock while kissing the back of my neck. Keeping me fully engaged in the moment. Only when he was sure I was prepared for more did he pull out and thrust back inside.
“Holy fucking shit.” A flurry of expletives fell from my lips. On one hand, it almost felt like too much, yet I didn’t want to stop. I so rarely gave up control. Yet on the other hand, being in such a vulnerable position gave me a rush.
“That’s right, my prince. Take my cock.” Noah’s tone was husky and low, sexy as hell. “You’re doing so fucking good.”
I’d never imagined that I would have a praise kink. Something about his words made me crazy in the best way. Every slick thrust of his cock made me more hungry for him.
He stroked my cock in time with his steady thrusts. Having him touch me while being buried inside me quickly became overwhelming. I fisted a handful of the sheets, needing something to grab. A ragged groan broke from me as I came more intensely than I ever had. I couldn’t believe it happened so fast.
Noah softly moaned my name next to my ear as he came inside me, filling me with his cum. We laid there for several long minutes after, catching our breath. Waiting for the room to stop spinning.
I wasn’t sure how to feel. I’d never allowed anyone to engage in something so powerfully intimate. Although I still preferred to be the one in total control, briefly giving it up to him had been amazing. Something I could see myself doing again. Only with Noah.
The bed jostled me slightly as he rolled over to fetch a tissue. After cleaning up the both of us the best he could, Noah rolled me over to face him. He ran a hand through my hair, his fingers dancing lightly over my scalp. We gazed into one another, enjoying the magic of the moment. We both seemed reluctant to be the first to break the stillness.
Feeling the weight of the intensity heavy upon me, I dragged a hand down his side, over the paw prints tattooed there. “Tell me about the paw prints.”
Noah caught my hand in his, sliding his fingers between mine. “My dog, Fineas, I got him when I was eight. He passed away last year. Those are his paw prints.”
