“Tell me anyway.”
I nodded and then his finger was pressing against me, tentative and careful. I forced myself to relax, breathing through the initial resistance, and then he was inside.
“Oh,” he breathed, like he’d discovered something miraculous. “You’re so... warm.”
“That’s generally how bodies work, yes.”
“Shut up.” But he was smiling, some of the tension leaving his shoulders. “More?”
“Move it first. In and out. Slow.”
He obeyed, his brow furrowed in concentration. It felt good—not enough but good. A promise of what was coming.
“Curl your finger,” I instructed. “Like you’re beckoning someone. There’s a spot—”
He found it.
“Fuck—”My hips jerked off the bed, a bolt of pleasure shooting up my spine. “There. Right there.”
“Here?” He pressed again, watching my face with rapt attention.
“Yes,God, yes—” I grabbed a fistful of sheets, trying to ground myself. “Another finger. You can add another.”
He did, stretching me slowly, working me open with a patience that was almost maddening. His other hand had found my cock, stroking in a lazy rhythm that kept me hovering on the edge without pushing me over.
“You’re so responsive,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Every time I touch you, you just...”
“I told you.” I was panting now, sweat beading at my temples. “It won’t take much. Not with you.”
He added a third finger and I moaned, loud and unashamed. He scissored them gently, stretching me further, and I could feel myself opening for him, ready and desperate.
“Derek.” I reached for him, pulling him up so I could kiss him. “I’m ready. Please. I need you.”
He fumbled with the condom wrapper, his hands shaking slightly, and I took it from him.
“Let me.”
I tore it open and rolled it onto him, taking the opportunity to stroke him a few times. He groaned, his forehead dropping to my shoulder.
“If you keep doing that, this is going to be over before it starts.”
“We can’t have that.” I slicked him up with more lube and lay back, hooking my legs around his hips. “Go slow. Let me adjust.”
He positioned himself at my entrance, the hot blunt head of his cock pressing against me. Even that was almost too much—he was big, bigger than anyone I’d been with, and my body tensed instinctively.
Our eyes met.
“You’re sure?” he asked.
“Derek.” I cupped his face in my hands. “I want this. I want you. Now stop asking and fuck me.”
He pushed in.
Slow, like I’d asked. Inch by inch, letting me feel every bit of him. The stretch burned—it had been a while and he was thick enough that my body had to work to accommodate him. I breathed through it, my hands gripping his shoulders, feeling impossibly full and still wanting more.
“Fuck,” he gasped when he was fully seated. “Fuck, Théo, you feel so fucking good. I need to—”
“I know.” I clenched around him experimentally and he made a broken sound. “Give me a second. Then you can move.”
