Reaching for the lube, I remove my finger from his body and liberally coat three in the slick substance. I take my time opening him up. Teddy loves drawn-out foreplay, and I love knowing that my touch will only ever bring him pleasure. His cock is becoming reacquainted with my throat when he buries his face in the crook of his arm. I pop off, reaching up with the hand that isn’t currently buried in his ass to tug sharply at his left nipple. He jerks in surprise before lifting his face and giving me a quizzical look.
“Good boys don’t hide their faces. I want to see the pleasure I’m wringing out of you. Your desire. Your desperation.” I tut. “And here I was just about ready to fuck you.”
“Please, LB. Please. Please.Please.” He’s all but crying at this point. “I need you. I need you. I nee—” His voice cracks.
“Okay, baby. Since you asked so nicely.” With my hands on the back of his perfectly thick thighs, I line up, applying enough pressure for him to notice, but not enough to enter him just yet.
“Eyes on me. At all times. You look away, and I stop. You understand?”
“Yes, sir.” His stare is unwavering as I push into him. When I bottom out, his lids dip low, but they don’t close. His body may be lost to the pleasure, but his mind knows better. I pull out slowly, making sure my cock drags against his prostate the entire way. When just the head remains, I slam back in. I set a brutal pace, careful to stay just this side of too rough, knowing Teddy likes it that way. He slurs out a “yes,” as his thighs start to tremor beneath my palms.
Not wanting this to end too soon, I abruptly stop my movements, my hips flush against his. “No,” he cries out. “Move, baby. Please. I need you to move.”
“Hmm. I don’t think I will.” For the first time since being placed by his head, his hands move, heading towards my waist, but I’m quicker. He lets me re-pin him to the bed. “Who’s in charge here?”
“You are,” he grumbles as his cock kicks against his stomach.
“Who knows what you need?”
“You do.” Another kick.
“Good boy,” I say with a small thrust of my hips, and he whimpers. “Now, we can come like this, but I thought you wanted to come with your dick in my ass?”
“That one. Or either one. Honestly, babe, I just want to come. However you let me.” I’m surprised he’s coherent enough to get all that out.
“I think it’s time for me to ride you. What do you think?”
“I think you’re the smartest person ever.”
I pat his cheek. “Good answer.” I pull out, and Teddy whines just a little before lowering his legs. I move to straddle his hips and start to reach behind myself.
“No, wait. You haven’t been prepped,” he says. “I don’t want it to hurt. It’s not supposed to hurt, babe.”
Affection swells in my chest. He’s entirely consumed by lust, but he still manages to put me first. I grab his hand, guiding it to my entrance, and watch as his eyes grow comically wide when his fingertips come into contact with the plug.
“You…? When…?” At a loss for words, he just stares at me, dumbstruck.
I smirk and close his mouth for him. “My shower was long for a reason. I meant it when I told you I wanted this. I’ve been working up to it on my own for a while. Now, are you gonna juststare at me all night, or can we move on to the part where I top you from the bottom,” I say as I pull the plug from my body.
He groans, long and deep, and his cock jerks again, brushing against my ass this time. “You’re gonna kill me.”
I kiss him gently. “Never.” Raising my hips, I reach back and grab his cock. I feel the head brush against my opening, and I shiver.
Teddy’s hands come up to my hips. “Eyes on you, right?” he asks, a subtle reminder that it’s him here with me.
“That’s right. I’m proud of you for remembering.” His blush excites me, and I drop my hips a little too quickly, causing me to hiss. Sweat beads along my hairline. My muscles seize up, freezing me in place.
“Babe, we don’t have to do this. We can always try again another time,” he says, face serious.
“No. I can do this. I want to do this. I… I just don’t think I can do it myself. I need you to take the lead here.”
“Are you sure?”
I nod stiffly.
His arms wrap around me, and then we’re rolling. My back meets the cool sheets, and I stare up at the man I love. Noticing the apprehension pouring off of him in waves, I cradle his face in my hands, refusing to even blink. I want him to see my sincerity when I say, “I trust you.”
Moisture pools in his eyes before he blinks it away. He leans down and kisses me gently, patiently. Pouring love into my fractured soul.
