"As a matter of fact, I am breathing through how tight and perfect you feel and how I’m about to unload way too early…"
My answer seems to make his heart beat even faster, so it is obviously well received, despite the disgruntled groan.
Then another gasp comes from him as I press in a third inch, still slow but a bit more insistent, feeling every ripple of his inner walls gripping me. He pants, his head tipping back slightly, but his gaze snaps back to mine when I cup his jaw.
"Eyes on me," I say in a low voice, and he complies.
I need this intense connection between us, building up the moment.
His cock throbs visibly, a translucent bead of precum trickling down along his shaft. We both gaze down to where I’m partially buried in him, halfway in—plus another inch—not pushing any further, knowing that six inches deep is plenty for his first time.
We stay like that for a long beat, my body hovering over his, our breaths syncing as he adjusts to my presence there.
"Feels… full," he breathes, cheeks still flaming, but the way his thighs tremble around me shows his excitement, his arousal painting his flushed skin. I nod, kissing his cheek and jaw, then his lips softly.
"Tell me when you're ready."
After a few more breaths, he murmurs, "Yeah. Go for it."
I start with the gentlest rocking, barely shifting my hips, a subtle sway between his thighs, keeping eye contact, which makes everything feel so much better. The motion is shallow, just easing in and out those few inches, building friction without overwhelming him.
It’s not that I’m an expert at this, but I let myself follow my intuition and the energy between us.
His moans start soft, building as I find a slow rhythm, our bodies swaying together like an ascending wave. I lean in closer,one hand interlacing with his, the other supporting my weight as I watch every flicker of pleasure cross his face, the way his lips part on a sigh, his eyes half-lidded but never leaving mine.
The slick sounds of us moving fill the room, wet and lewd, mingling with his quiet whimpers and my low groans. It's torturously slow, each gentle thrust drawing out the sensation, letting him feel every thick inch that's inside him. His legs wrap loosely around my waist, pulling me nearer without demanding more depth, and I match his pace, rocking steadily, our gazes persistently locked throughout.
The problem is that I have to keep hitting the brakes the whole time.
And I guess it’s the same for him. I can see the way his dick is throbbing as I nudge it with my abdomen. The way his passage ripples slightly in small waves of pleasure, and how my own pleasure is teetering on the edge.
We’re both building it up. Salt’s reactions start to intensify, moans spilling freely as his legs wrap tighter around my waist. Feeling his calves pressing encouragingly against my hips makes me see red. The picture of him riding toward climax pulls me along with him like a flood wave.
"Oh gosh, Eliano, it’s… fuck," he gasps, his body responding more wildly now, his hips pushing up. It doesn’t take long, it just can’t. After barely two dozen of my thrusts, his eyes widen and he comes hard, cock pulsing untouched, ropes of cum splattering his chest and my stomach. The perfect sight of it, and the tight clench around me, tip me over way too easily as well. Buried deep, I spill into the condom, a surprised grunt tearing from my throat.
Fuck. So good, so divine… But also way too quick; basically premature ejaculation as far as I’m concerned.
The realization of how he could see it makes heat flood my face. It’s embarrassing, but since I’m still hard inside him, I hope I can redeem myself. My need isn’t sated yet.
Salt blinks up at me, dazed, his left pupil blown out almost as much as the right one. A provocative, small smile playing at his lips.
"Don't you dare stop," he whispers.
So I don't. I pick up the pace, thrusting firmer, faster, but always controlled. I rein myself in, no roughness, just upping the pleasure.
We start the full ride now. Our bodies merge together wetly, his slick making every slide smooth and easier, though it still feels like a tight grip. Salt moans louder, matching my rhythm.
Ah! Thrust.
Ah! Thrust.
Ah! Thrust.
His hands roam my back as we kiss messily, tongues and teeth, breaths mingling with pants and sighs.
The tightness of him milks my cock relentlessly, our groans harmonizing. Then I just have to suck on his neck again, feeling his pulse race under my lips.
"So good, you feel incredible, Salt," I murmur, my fingers tighter interlacing with his.
