I understood that, but if itfelthalfas good as his teasing fingers, I was more than ready to trusthim.
Another kiss made me moaninto his mouth, cock brushing against his stomach as he pulled me in closer.The sudden shock of his hand wrapping around both of us made my toes curl, awave of lust swirling around in the pit of my stomach.
Fuck.
Fox was going to make thisgood for me. I knew it. Everything about him screamedincredible in bed,and he’dbeen amazing so far. Waiting to have his cock in me was torture, and it wasonly going to get worse before it got better.
“About what you were after,so far?” he asked, mouthing his way along my jaw, pressing hot, wet kisses intothe sensitive skin just below my ear.
“Perfect,” I panted, lungsalready tight, like my body had forgotten how to do everything except keep mycock hard and think about how good it was going to feel when Fox was inside me.
I was convinced it’d be the best thingthat’d ever happened to me.
“Then I think,” Foxmurmured, pausing to nuzzle behind my ear. “It’s about time we got you intobed, hmm?”
I probably nodded, but Icouldn’tfocus on anything other than the feel of Fox’s breath brushing over my skin,the way his hands held me, soft and caring and teasing at the same time,tickling sensitive places as he backed me up toward the bed, lifted the cornerof the blankets, and nudged me down onto the mattress.
He paused, standing betweenmy legs, and kissed me again, sucking on my lower lip. One hand squeezed myass, and the fact that he was starting to seem a little obsessed washot.I loved the thought that he wanted to fuck me as badly as I wanted him to.
We both climbed under thecovers, Fox gathering the lube and condoms as he crawled in after me, settingthem aside as he straddled my hips.
“Given any thought topositions?” Fox asked, running his fingertips down my side and making me squirmas he tickled me, just for a moment, not long enough to be annoying at all.
I shook my head. Honestly? Ihadn’t.I didn’t know what I wanted, and I was kind of hoping for some guidance fromsomeone more experienced.
Fox put a hand under myknee, pushing my leg up and back until the muscle pulled and I hissed throughmy teeth. He eased it back and then rubbed where it’d hurt, even though thepain had faded back pretty much the moment the pressure stopped.
“Not on your back, then. You’llcramp,” he said. “It’ll be deeper if you lie on your front. Less so on yourside. Depends on what you want.”
“Front.”
I didn’t have to thinkabout it. Deeper was exactly what I wanted. What was thepointof getting tohave an actual person for the first time if I didn’tfeelit, if it wasn’t any differentfrom a toy?
Fox smiled down at me. “Good choice,” hepurred. “Can I prep you like this? I’d love to see your face.”
“Whatever you want,” I said,and I meant it. ItrustedFox. Not just not to hurt me, but to makesure this wasgoodfor me. Every single time he’d touched me, he’d made itfeel incredible.
Fox hummed as he grabbed thelube, and I watched him pour it onto his fingers and rub them together, exactlyas I would have expected. I didn’tmindcold lube, especially if I was in a hurry,but the point of this wasnotto be in a hurry.
I’d told Fox about my mostembarrassing fantasy and here he was, making it come true with nothing butsincerity and warmth.
How did I get this lucky?
Even warmed up, the firsttouch of Fox’slube-coated fingers against me made me jump. He started at my balls and traileddown, brushing over my hole and making me squirm before trailing back a littlefurther, grinning the entire time, like he was just waiting for me to object.
“When was the last time?” heasked, tracing circles around me. How the hell was I supposed to answer thatwhen I was biting down on my lip to stop myself from sobbing?
“Umm.” My face heated as Irealized what the answer was. “Right, umm. Right after you called that firsttime.”
Fox’s laughter was rich anddeep and wonderful, a sound that vibrated in my chest even though I felt like Iwas about to die of embarrassment. “Thatwasporn, then,” he said. “ThoughtI recognized it.”
“Recognized?” I asked,raising an eyebrow, embarrassment giving way to curiosity.
“You’re so surprised we’dhave similar tastes?” he asked.
Well, when he put it likethat.
I opened my mouth torespond, but whatever I’d been about to say turned into a soft cry as Foxpushed a fingertip inside me. My thighs tensed and my fingers dug deep into thesheets beneath me, the shock of it washing over me in waves.
