And oh, that kiss. Slow, deep, unhurried, and laden with heat. His tongue tangled with mine, slow and seeking, leaving me lightheaded. I moaned into his mouth, greedy for more of him, for everything.
My cock had returned to full attention, hard and flushed against my abdomen, leaking precum onto my skin.
“You’re doing so well. So open for me. Think you’re ready for a second?”
“Uh-huh, want it.”
A second finger joined the first, with a prickle of pressure as the ring of muscle stretched further to accommodate, but he paused the moment my body protested, letting me breathe through it. The discomfort passed quickly, morphing into a new dimension of full that flirted with the line between being too much and not nearly enough.
I gasped, the sound startled, awed.
“You okay?” he asked.
I nodded, clutching the sheets as he began to move both fingers, scissoring, curling, hitting my prostate over and over. My bones turned to steam, my muscles putty.
“Does it feel good? Do you like having me inside you?”
“Yeah. Yes. Fuck.”
“That’s the plan.”
Before long he worked a third finger in, its fit tighter, but he let me acclimate, layering the discomfort with praise.
“Almost there. A bit more. You can do it, handsome.”
The sting peaked as the widest part of his knuckle pushed past my rim, but just like before it faded into a deep, aching fullness that had me pushing back without even thinking. My hips lifted right off the bed, chasing the feeling.
“There you are, that’s it,” he crooned as his lips found me again.
“Want your cock, Ollie. Please. I’m ready.”
“Okay, honey.”
Still kissing me, each finger slipped free in careful, slow sequence, but the emptiness hit so hard it stole a wretched keen from me I didn’t think I could ever recreate even if I tried. I felt abandoned, like some part of me had been scooped out and taken with him. My rim fluttered helplessly, clenching around nothing, desperate to pull him back in.
“I know, honey, I know,” he murmured, running his hand down my torso. “Give me a moment. I have to put on a condom and lube up and I’ll be right back with you.”
Okay, I could live with that. He’d be back. I wouldn’t be this empty for long.
True to his promise, moments later, he returned, his cock resting against my entrance. The contact alone sent a full-body shiver through me. My skin pebbled with goosebumps, and a meek grunt fell from my lips. I was so open, so sensitized, so receptive. His presence had my insides sizzling.
“Ready?” he asked.
“Whatever the next stage beyond ready is, I’m a hundred paces past that.”
“Alright, alright,” he said, brushing his hand along my thigh. “I’m going to go slow and we’ll pause as often as you need. This isn’t a race, or if it is, we’re the turtle, slow and steady. Remember to breathe, and push out against me as I enter. Trust me, it helps.”
“You won’t catch me ignoring expert instructions at a time like this,” I said.
“Good, here we go.”
As he pressed forward, breeching my hole and slipping inside, dots bloomed in my vision. Hoo boy, this was definitely more than his fingers. As he slid deeper, my ass protested the intrusion, the sting bringing tears to my eyes. My erection which had been at full mast moments before flagged.
Lips brushed my skin. Fingertips ran down my torso. “Breathe, handsome,” Oliver said.
Only then did I realize I hadn’t been breathing at all. I sucked in air and gave an even exhale.
“That’s it,” he murmured, kissing me. “You’re doing amazing.”
