"That's it. You're doing so well. Taking this so perfectly." Another finger. Stretching. Finding angles that made me gasp. "God, you look beautiful like this. Completely open for me. Trusting me."
"Emilio—" His name came out strangled when he found my prostate.
"Found it." He pressed deliberately and I saw stars. "You're going to feel so good when I'm inside you. So perfect and tight and mine."
By the time he added a third finger I was past words. Just sensation and need and the overwhelming desire to have him actually inside me instead of just preparing me.
"Ready?" he asked.
"Yes. Please. Now."
He rolled on a condom and slicked himself up. Positioned himself between my legs. Looked at me with an expression that was almost reverent.
"I love you," he said. "And I'm going to make this so good for you."
He pushed in slowly. So slowly I felt every inch. Every bit of stretch. Every moment of fullness. It burned slightly—I wasn't used to this—but the sensation was incredible. Overwhelming in the best way.
"Breathe," he reminded me. "Just breathe through it."
I breathed. Let my body adjust. Let the burn fade into pleasure. When he was fully seated, we both groaned.
"Okay?" he asked.
"More than okay. Move."
He did. Started with shallow thrusts. Let me get used to the rhythm. Then deeper. Harder. Finding angles that made me curse and claw at his back.
"You feel amazing," he said against my ear. "So tight. So perfect. Like you were made for this."
"Emilio—fuck—right there—"
He'd found my prostate and was hitting it with every thrust. Deliberate. Precise. Absolutely devastating.
I'd never felt anything like this. Had never let anyone have me this way. But with Emilio it felt right. Felt like surrender and trust and love all mixed together into something transcendent.
"Touch yourself," he ordered. "I want to feel you come around me."
I wrapped my hand around my cock. Stroked in rhythm with his thrusts. The dual sensation was almost too much. Pleasure building too fast. Too intense.
"Emilio—I'm going to—"
"Do it. Come for me. Let me feel it."
My orgasm hit like lightning. White-hot and all-consuming. I came across my stomach and chest while my ass clenched around him. Heard him curse and felt him thrust harder. Chasing his own release.
When he came, it was with my name on his lips and his teeth on my shoulder. Marking me. Claiming me in a completely different way than I'd claimed him.
We collapsed together. Both breathing hard. Both completely spent. He kissed my shoulder. Right where he'd bitten.
After a moment he pulled out carefully. Dealt with the condom. Grabbed tissues and cleaned us both up. Then pulled me against his chest and just held me.
"Thank you," I said quietly.
"For what?"
"For showing me what that feels like. For making it good. For—" I paused. "For seeing me as something more than what I've always been."
"You've always been more. You just needed someone to show you." He kissed the top of my head. "Now get some sleep. Tomorrow we go back to trial prep. Diana might not be as good as me, but she's competent. You'll be fine."
