I quickly climb up, and he settles between my knees, kissing me ravenously again. My hands roam his body, eager to feel him now that I have the liberty to. The curves and ridges of his shoulders and chest.
While I’m touching him, he reaches for the bottle of lube on the counter, and I hear the bottle click. Something in me tenses.
What if I can’t do this? What if it hurts, or I hate it?
Declan gently kisses my lips as he stares into my eyes as if he’s reading the anxiety on my face. “You can trust me,” he whispers.
As he backs up, I spread my legs wider, scooting myself to the edge of the counter. He loops one arm under my leg and holds me open for him when I feel the slick pad of his finger at the tight rim of my ass.
Immediately, I tense again.
He kisses my clavicle.
“Let me in, baby.”
His soothing words wash over me, and I let out an exhale as something inside me loosens. His finger continues to massage the entrance, but when he applies pressure to enter me, our eyes lock,and I just focus on him.
This is Declan. The one person I can trust. The closest person to my own self. He is me, and I am him, and there is nothing between us anymore.
Right as his finger slips past the ring of muscle, I let out a gasp. It’s like nothing and then everything all at once. He’s inside me, and it might be nothing compared to the thick length of his dick, but this small moment feels monumental.
“That’s it,” he whispers. “Are you okay?” he asks.
Silently, I nod.
So he starts pumping his finger in and out, stretching me open as he moves. And from there, it’s as if my body listens to him more than it listens to me. Before long, he’s able to slip in a second finger and then a third. He curls them and finds places inside of me I didn’t know existed. He teases me with sensations like fireworks that make me want to explore so much more.
He moans with every thrust of his hand, and I’m too struck by the feel of him owning my body that I can’t make a single sound. My cock leaks with precum again, and it makes me feel filthy and sexy and all his.
“Are you ready for me?” he asks with a raspy voice. “I can’t wait any longer.”
“I’m ready,” I groan.
Declan quickly slips his hand from between my legs and reaches for the condoms. I kiss his lips and down his jawline as he works the rubber over his cock. I never want this to end, and it hasn’t even started yet.
Once he has the condom on, he douses it with lube and rubs a little more on me for good measure. Then, he’s dragging me farther, so I’m practically hanging off the edge. I hold my cock in my hand against my belly, but I don’t stroke, as tempting as it is.
His eyes cast downward as he watches himself line up with my hole. I’m gasping for each breath, gazing at him like he’s my anchor, when I feel the warm blunt head of his cock pressing against my rim.
He presses against me for a moment, and I nearly panic that it won’t work, or he won’t fit, and this was all for nothing. Then he slips past the ring of muscle, and I let out the loudest, raspiest sound I’ve made all night.
Declan’s gaze pierces mine as he inches his way inside of me. I feel him everywhere. The sensation of being so full is foreign and new. He’s filling me, so I become more him than me. It’s painful and overwhelming but also amazing and consuming. The sting of pain is drowned out by the need for more.
He looks back down to watch my ass swallow his cock, and the rapture on his face is enough for me. My body brings him pleasure.
When I feel his hips against me, I know he’s as far as he can go, and I let out a sigh of relief. He’s really inside me. This is actually happening.
“Are you okay?” he whispers.
I nod enthusiastically. “Yeah, I’m okay.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Yeah,” I reply.
He winces at my answer, so I grab his hip and hold him in place. “But it’s a good hurt.”
While he’s buried to the hilt, he pulls me closer, kissing my mouth with tender passion.
