And I want you to fuck me, too,I added silently.
It was Sunday morning, my favorite day of the week. I’d slept in, gotten fed, and been carefully washed by you with Xavier’s high-end shower nozzle pressed up against my butt and thrumming like a vibrator, or how I’d imagine a vibrator would feel, since I’d never actually used one. The water was a weird sensation but not too bad. And now I felt primed and ready. I liked the way you took care of everything, so that I didn’t have to feel embarrassed about normal body stuff. I only had to trust that you knew what you were doing and go with the flow.
“If you’re sure that’s what you want, then present for me.”
You’d trained me like a circus tiger, so I knew what position you wanted me in: ass up, on my hands and knees with a pillow between my spread thighs. With anyone else, I’d be mortified, but with you, there was no shame or second-guessing.
“I told you before this might be uncomfortable,” you warned as you grabbed a couple bottles of oil. One was unscented and more like lube, meant for ultra-sensitive places.
Another shiver ran through me as you began massaging my thighs and glutes. Just the anticipation of your touch sent tingles of pleasure through me. Sometimes I’d catch a whiff of your scent in the air and pop a boner, or I’d get a glimpse of your cock and start slobbering like a dog. I really had no control over my body when you were around, which was the exact opposite from when I was in the studio where every movement had to be perfect and precise. Only with you could I truly let go.
“I want it,” I said again. One more time would make three. I peeked around my shoulder and saw your hard-on nodding between your legs. You stroked it a few times, priming it for me, then let it rest on the groove between my ass cheeks. Like a tease. You wanted me to beg.
“Why do you want it, cucciolo?” you asked in a throaty voice. The anticipation of sex made your voice deeper and oh, so sexy.
“Maybe I have daddy issues,” I said with a grin, and you smacked my ass with the palm of your hand. The sting made me jump and squirm a little bit.
“That’s not good enough.” You drew shapes on my butt with the tip of your cock, leaving a sticky trail, then bent down and rested your teeth against the apple of one of my cheeks. You didn’t bite, but I wouldn’t have minded if you did. I arched back into it. I didn’t think my ass could go any higher.
“Because I’ve earned it. And so have you. You’ve been so patient…” I drifted off in a pleasant memory of the blow job you’d given me last Sunday. You were on your knees in front of me with your hand between my ass cheeks, fondling my hole with one lubed finger. Just as I was about to climax, you slid your finger right up into me and tapped my prostate while sucking the come from my dick. I went up on the balls of my feet and almost cried it felt so good. In those moments, my body was more yours than mine. You’d been preparing me for months.
“It has been my pleasure to be patient with you,” you said in that gentlemanly way of yours. “Your body is a lovely instrument.”
“I thought you loved me for my mind,” I teased.
“I love you for your soul.” You reached over to nibble my ear. Your hot breath tickled my neck, and I turned my head to catch your mouth.
Our kiss reassured me even more than your words. I’d never admit it, but I was pretty nervous about bottoming. I’d never get tired of this, though. I might have drooled on you from the awkward slant of my head. Your whole body rested on top of mine. Nothing bad could get to me so long as I was surrounded by you.
“I’m ready, Henri,” I said in all honesty. “And I want you.”
That made three, the most magical number of all.
“Tell me if the sensation becomes too much.”
You got back into your position behind me, and then the same warm, probing tongue that had been buried deep in my mouth plunged into my hole full stop. It took everything I had to not jerk away from the suddenness of the wet intrusion. My backside tingled from the base of my balls to the top of my spine, and a wave of pleasure slowly broke over me. The muscles in my thighs melted a little. You spread my ass cheeks with your thumbs and licked my hole like a hungry dog. My body lifted and my toes pointed before digging back down into the mattress again. My hard-on rubbed against the soft pillow, and I worried I’d come right then.
“Henri,” I ground out your name, not knowing if I wanted you to stop or keep at it.
You paused your licking to kiss my back as a warm drizzle of lube poured down my crack. And your fingers. God, your fingers were heaven as they dug into my thighs, kneading and stroking my muscles like dough, inching closer and closer to the target. You left me aching while you massaged everywhere but the one place I most wanted you to touch. Finally, you pressed your fingertip gently against my entrance as if to warn me. I moaned as your digit slipped inside like a grappling hook while your mouth went back to licking and sucking my throbbing hole.
“So much resistance,” you said appreciatively. “Your muscle puts up such a fight, I’ll have to battle my way in.”
You moved your finger in a slightly circular motion, taking your time to really dig in and tap my prostate. Every time that happened, my thighs shook, my knees went weak, and I felt like I was sinking deeper into the mattress, impossibly deep, submerged in a pool of warm water. All of my muscles were soft and gooey as caramel. After a dozen or so repetitions, I collapsed on my elbows.
“More, Henri, please.” I’d never used the word “please” so much in my life. My mother would be so proud to know I was minding my manners.
“More what?” you asked like you didn’t already know.
“More fingers. More pressure. More of your big, fat cock.”
“You know how your flattery affects me, but isn’t it too soon? You’re so very tight, Orlando, and as you say, my cock is much bigger than my finger.”
It seemed like you’d been down there for hours already. My face was flushed, chest sweating, and head dizzy because all of my blood was concentrated elsewhere.
“I’m ready, Henri.”
“On your hands and knees then,” you said with a light slap on my ass.
