Dante pulled me onto the bed, arranging me on my back with pillows under my hips. His hands were gentle as they roamed over my body, and I could see him forcing himself to go slow when everything in him probably wanted to rush.
“You’re sure?” he asked again, settling between my legs. “We can wait. Do this another time when you’ve had more time to think about it.”
“I’ve thought about it plenty,” I admitted, my face heating. “Been thinking about it for weeks now, actually. Every time I’m inside you, I wonder what it feels like. If it’s as good as it looks.”
His eyes darkened further, and he leaned down to kiss me. “It’s better,” he promised against my lips. “So much better.”
He reached over to the nightstand, pulling out the lube we’d gone through embarrassingly fast in the past few weeks. The sound of the cap opening made my stomach flip, but I kept my breathing steady. I wanted this. I wanted him.
“Just relax,” he murmured, slicking up his fingers. “I’ll take care of you.”
The first touch of his finger against my hole made me jump, more from surprise than anything else. He paused, his free hand rubbing soothing circles on my thigh.
“Breathe,” he instructed. “Just breathe through it.”
I did, forcing myself to relax as he circled slowly, getting me used to the sensation. It felt strange, foreign, but not bad. When he finally pressed inside, just the tip of one finger, I gasped at the intrusion.
“Okay?” he asked, his eyes locked on my face.
“Yeah,” I managed. “Just... different.”
He worked that finger in slowly, so slowly I wanted to tell him to hurry up. But then he crooked it, hitting something inside me that made my breath catch.
“Holy fuck,” I gasped, my hips jerking involuntarily.
“Found it,” he said with a satisfied grin. “That’s your prostate. Feels good, doesn’t it?”
“Feels insane,” I corrected, my cock leaking onto my stomach. “Do that again.”
He did, and I moaned louder than I meant to. He kept working me open, adding more lube, being so careful and patient that it made my chest ache. When he added a second finger, the stretch burned a little, but he distracted me by wrapping his other hand around my cock.
“That’s it,” he encouraged, stroking me slowly while his fingers worked inside. “You’re doing so good, Nick.”
The praise went straight to my head, making me dizzy. I’d never been talked to like this during sex, never had someone so focused on my pleasure. With the few women I’d been with before, it had been quick and fumbling, both of us too inexperienced to really know what we were doing. This was different. Dante knew exactly what he was doing, and he was using that knowledge to take me apart, piece by piece.
By the time he added a third finger, I was a mess, writhing on the bed and begging for more. The stretch was intense, almost too much, but he kept hitting that spot inside me that made me practically see God.
“Please,” I gasped, not even sure what I was asking for. “Dante, please, I need?—”
“I know what you need,” he said, withdrawing his fingers. “You ready for me?”
I nodded frantically, watching as he slicked up his cock. He was hard as steel, his tip already leaking, and I felt a flutter of nervousness at the size of him. I’d been inside him plenty of times, but seeing it from this angle, knowing it was about to be inside me, made it seem impossibly big.
“Hey,” he said softly, noticing my expression. “We can stop. We don’t have to?—”
“Don’t you dare stop,” I interrupted, pulling him down for a kiss. “I want this. I wantyou.”
He positioned himself at my entrance, the blunt head of his cock pressing against me. “Look at me,” he commanded, and I did, meeting his dark eyes. “Keep looking at me. I want to see your face when I’m inside you.”
I kept my eyes locked on his as he pushed forward slowly, the pressure building until suddenly the head of his cock breached me. I gasped at the intrusion, my body instinctively tensing against it.
“Breathe,” Dante reminded me, holding completely still. “Just breathe through it.”
I forced myself to take deep breaths, trying to relax muscles that wanted to clench tight. The burn was intense, more than I’d expected, and for a second I understood why he’d made those sounds the first time I’d taken him.
“You’re doing so good,” he murmured, his hand finding mine and lacing our fingers together. “So fucking good, Nick. Just a little more.”
He pushed in another inch, and I squeezed his hand hard enough that I probably hurt him. But he didn’t complain, just kept feeding his cock into me slowly, giving me time to adjust to each new sensation.
