My eyes close, and I let out a breath. “That’s not all of it?”
“No, baby. That’s only to my fingernail.”
He spends the next eternity getting me ready—opening me up. It’s unlike anything I’ve ever felt, but then again, so is he.
Then he hits my prostate.
“Whoa! Holy shit.”
“Oh, this?” he hums as he stands up and leans his chest against mine, still stroking inside me. “Yeah, isn’t this a fun little button? Do you like that?”
“Yes.”
“Oh, look at that. When I touch it, you whimper. That’s a good boy. I’m gonna add a second finger now and you’ll feel even better, okay?”
“Okay,” I breathe, and he works me open even further. Again, he takes his time, coaxing me and praising me. I’ve never been on the receiving end of praise like this… but far be it from me to stop him. His words settle inside me like a drug—eliciting a bizarre reaction I didn’t know I could have and my body sinks into his touch, into his words.
He adds a third finger.
“Very good, baby,” he murmurs while squeezing my thigh with one hand, and stroking in and out with the other. “I should ask before we go any further… When was the last time you were tested?”
It’s hard to think right now, but I manage. “A few days ago actually. The Army gave us physicals when we got back. And I haven’t had sex with anyone while I was gone.”
“I’m clean, too. And I haven’t been with anyone in over a year.” Jay chuckles, “You’ve been taking up all my fantasies anyway.”
My fists clench against the shower wall just thinking about Jay jerking off to me. I take a mental note to make him show me exactly that scene another time.
“If you want to go without protection… I’m okay with that,” I offer. There’s no one I trust more than him.
“Fuck, really? I’ve never gone bare before.”
“Me either,” I chuckle softly. “I wanna feel all of you, Jay.”
He kisses my shoulder. “Let’s dry off and move to the bed. Our first time is not going to be in the shower.”
We dry off and he peppers me with kisses until we reach the bed. They’re soft and sweet and I realize I’m smitten. Not a word I’ve ever used to describe my love life before. Or ever come to think of it.
When he climbs on top of me, my hands can’t seem to touch anything other than him. His mouth slots against mine, and without looking, he reaches for the nightstand lube, slicks himself up, and then me.
My body is vibrating with need and uncertainty. Desire and anticipation. But most of all, love for this man.
Love.
Undiluted. Unfiltered. All-consuming love.
Jay notches the head of his thick crown against my entrance. “You can do it, Marco,” he whispers, slowly pushing inside me. It’s so much tighter than his fingers. “Keep breathing. That’s it. I can feel you relaxing. Yes, like that.Ungh,” groans at the same time I do, his bare length pushing in deeper. I grab hold to the back of his neck as he kisses me through it all. “Talk to me, baby. How do you feel?”
I take a few breaths before I answer. “It feels tight. But good.”
“You’re taking me so well. You were made for me, Marco.” I can’t speak, but I nod several times and whimper.
When he starts to pump in and drag out, my body finally accepts him and accepts his pleasure. A whole-body tingling takes over me as he places his hands on my shins and thrusts deep, hitting my prostate again.
As one, our bodies move in sync. Thrust after thrust; kiss after kiss. Falling deeper for each other. Trusting, giving, and exploring our pleasure together.
“Ungh, yes,” I groan, and he kisses down my neck, licking me as he goes.
“I love you, Marco.Youare mine.”
