He silenced me with another kiss, this one gentler but no less passionate. "Don't think so much," he murmured against my lips. "Just feel."
His hand slid between our bodies, wrapping around my cock with confident pressure. I gasped, my hips jerking upward involuntarily at the sensation. He stroked me slowly, his grip firm but gentle, thumb swiping over the sensitive head on each upstroke.
"Jesus," I breathed, my head falling back against the pillow as pleasure radiated through me. "That feels—God, Dan—"
"I want to feel you inside me," he whispered against my ear, his breath hot and damp. "Want you to fill me up, make me yours completely."
The words sent a surge of heat through my body, making my cock twitch in his hand. I'd watched the videos Newt had shown me, had spent hours researching to make sure I wouldn't hurt Dan. But theory and practice were different things, and despite my desire, I was nervous.
"I don't want to hurt you," I confessed, reaching for the lube we'd tossed onto the bed earlier. My hand trembled slightly as I picked up the bottle.
Dan's expression softened. "You won't. I'll guide you." He took the bottle from my hand, popping the cap and squeezing a generous amount onto my fingers. "Start with one finger. Go slow. Let me adjust."
I nodded, following his instructions carefully. I circled his entrance with my slick finger, fascinated by the tight ring of muscle there. When I finally pressed inside, the heat and tightness around my finger made me dizzy with want. Dan's eyes fluttered closed, his breath catching as I pushed deeper.
"That's it," he encouraged, his voice tight with pleasure. "Now move. In and out."
I obeyed, mesmerized by the way my finger disappeared into his body, by the sounds he made as I moved inside him. After a few minutes, he nodded, his eyes half-lidded with desire. "Another one. Add more lube first."
I withdrew, added more of the slippery liquid to my fingers, and carefully pressed two inside him. The stretch seemed impossible, but his body accepted the intrusion with only a slight resistance. Dan moaned, his hips pushing down to take my fingers deeper.
"Curl them a little," he instructed between panting breaths. "Like you're beckoning someone."
When I did as he asked, he arched off the bed with a cry that startled me. "There! Right there!"
I repeated the motion, watching in awe as pleasure transformed his face, his cock hardening further against his stomach without even being touched. The power of affecting him this way, of bringing him such intense pleasure, made me feel both humble and powerful at once.
"Jesus, Harlow, how many of those videos did you watch?" Dan gasped as I carefully worked a third finger into him, stretching him with patient determination.
"A lot," I admitted, fascinated by the sight of my thick fingers disappearing into his body. "Wanted to be sure I did it right. Am I hurting you?"
His breathless gasps and the way his body tightened around my fingers had me concerned, despite his obvious pleasure.
"God, no," he assured me, reaching down to grip my wrist, guiding my movements. "It's perfect. You're perfect." His free hand wrapped around his own cock, stroking in time with the thrust of my fingers. "But I need more. Need you. Need your cock inside me, Harlow. Now."
The raw need in his voice, the desperation in his eyes, sent a surge of desire through me so powerful it left me dizzy. I carefully withdrew my fingers, reluctant to break the connection but eager for what came next.
"Show me," I said, my voice rough with wanting. "Show me what to do next."
With hands that shook more than I wanted to admit, I reached for the box of condoms. The foil packet crinkled loudly in the quiet room as I tore it open, my fingers clumsy with nervousness and desire.
Dan watched me with heavy-lidded eyes, his chest rising and falling rapidly, lips parted and swollen from our kisses. The sight of him like this—wanting me, waiting for me—made my heart pound so hard I could feel it in my fingertips.
I fumbled with the condom, rolling it carefully down my length the way the videos had shown. The sensation of my own touch made me hiss through clenched teeth—I was so hard it almost hurt, my cock flushed dark and straining upward. Dan handed me the bottle of lube, and I coated myself generously, not wanting to cause him any discomfort.
"You're overthinking again," Dan murmured, his voice gentle despite the desire burning in his eyes.
Before I could respond, he placed his palm against my chest and pushed, sending me backward onto the mattress. I went willingly, surprised by the sudden shift, but trusting him completely.
In one fluid movement, Dan straddled my hips, his thighs bracketing mine as he settled his weight carefully above me. The position put him in full control, and something about that eased my anxiety. Dan knew what he was doing. Dan would keep us both safe.
"I'll go slow," he promised, reaching between us to grasp my cock, positioning it against his entrance. "We'll take all the time you need."
The fact that he was worried about my comfort when he was the one about to take me inside him made something warm bloom in my chest, a feeling too big to name.
But then his body began to sink down, and every thought fled my mind except for the incredible sensation of his heat enveloping me.
"Oh, God," I gasped, my hands flying to his hips, not to guide but to anchor myself against the overwhelming pleasure. "Dan—"
