I hear the snick of the lube bottle, so I crack an eye to watch Cullen coat his right hand in the silky liquid. He locks eyes with me, then grabs my knee with his dry hand, pushing it up and towards my chest.
“Ready?” he asks as he circles my rim with his slick finger.
“So fucking ready,” I pant. The anticipation is brutal, but he gives me what I crave, pressing two thick fingers into my hole.
I’ve fingered myself plenty of times, and the times Cullen did it at the lake were unreal, but this? Knowing what’s coming? It amplifies everything.
“Cull, babe… I’m ready. Please—”
“I’ve got you.” He notches a third finger and splays them, the stretch stinging but heady just the same.
“Please… please, I need you.” Tears sting my eyes, wanting him so badly it’s unbearable. I feel like I’ll crawl out of my skin if he doesn’t give in soon. He pumps his fingers a few more times, drawing out the torture before easing them out. I hear the familiar snick of the lube cap again and whisper a silent thank you.
Finally.
“Knees up, baby boy.”
I’ve never moved so fast in my life. I draw both knees to my chest, baring myself completely, with absolutely zero shame.
I’m so ready for this.
“You’re so damn sexy,” Cull rasps, Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. He leans in, just inches from my face. “I love you. Thank you for giving this moment to me.” He kisses me tenderly, then presses the slick head of his cock to my entrance.
“You’re the only one worth giving it to,” I breathe, my voice trembling.
Cullen smiles, hooks my legs over his arms, and pushes past my tight ring of muscle with ease. There's an ache, deeper than with his fingers, but it just heightens everything.
We lock eyes as he inches deeper, deliberate and steady. He pauses, jaw clenched, eyes slamming shut.
“You okay?” I ask, worried.
“Pretty sure that’s my line,” he chuckles, breath shaky. He drops his forehead to mine, struggling to breathe evenly. “You just feel so fucking good… and I’m only halfway in. I’m trying not to nut before I can even—”
His eyes fly open, panic rising. “Shit. I’m not wearing a condom. I’m so fucking sorry, Hud.” He starts to pull out, but I grab him by the back of his neck, halting him.
“Hey, babe. Look at me.”
He does. And God, he looks wrecked. It warms me how much he wants to do this right.
“I don’t want anything between us,” I murmur. “I’ve obviously never been with anyone. And I trust you.”
He stares for a beat, then gives a stuttered nod, blowing out a slow breath. I pull him into a kiss, pouring everything I feel into it. All my love, trust, and devotion.
“Keep going,” I whisper.
He rests his forehead to mine again, both of us watching as he sinks the rest of the way in. The moment he bottoms out, we moan together, completely overwhelmed.
This isn’t just sex. It feels soul-binding, our lives now irrevocably tied together.
“Shit. You’re so tight and hot,” he pants. “You feel unreal.”
“I need you to move, Cull. Please. For the love of all that is holy.Move.”
He laughs softly and re-hooks his arms under my knees. “Your wish is my command.”
Then he rolls his hips.
“FUCK!” It’s like a switch flips, and every nerve ending I have fires at once. Cullen thrusts again, the rhythm slow but deliberate, like he’s afraid he’ll break me. But I don’t want careful. I want all of him.
