I went to the bathroom to pee and clean myself up back there. I was a little nervous about any potential messes, but I trusted Cipher not to make a big deal about it. And Marion had told me that actually pooping while having anal sex was pretty rare. Once I was fresh as a daisy, I debated whether to put my underwear back on or just go in naked. I was starting to get hard already, so I slung a towel over my shoulder and went for it.
Back in the bedroom, Cipher was still dressed and pacing the room.
“You okay?” I asked as I spread the towel on the bed.
“Yeah.” His brow furrowed as his eyes roved over me, head to toe.
“Are you nervous?” I asked because he seemed wound tighter than usual.
“I don’t want to fuck this up.”
“You won’t.” At his disbelieving look, I changed it to, “I mean, you probably won’t. But even if you do, we can always try again.”
He was still standing across the room so I plopped down on the bed and grabbed the tub of lubricant, thankful again for Marion because lube wasn’t sold in the general store and neither were condoms, probably so that we’d have no choice but to procreate, which wasn’t cool. To have children or not should be a choice, not a mandate.
I figured I could make his job a little easier by getting started. With one lubed finger, I circled the rim of my opening, more comfortable with that part of my body now that I’d had some practice. Cipher watched me as if hypnotized, eyes darting from my face to my bottom. Even from across the room, I could sense his excitement and his fear. I squeezed my sac and pinched the base of my dick until it hurt, hoping it might calm me down some. I didn’t want to come too soon.
“Kitten,” he said as he slowly approached, his desire overriding his nervousness.
“Yes?” My skin was hot, my sweaty back sticking to the bedsheets despite the cooler fall temperatures. The tip of my finger edged inside, and all of my nerve endings pinged in that one place.
“You’re fucking sexy as hell,” he said.
I smiled at the compliment and the way he said it, all roughened with lust, eyes hooded with desire. “Why don’t you come a little closer then?”
He laid himself on top of me and carefully took my face in his hands, kissing my temple and my eyelids, both my cheeks and my chin before settling on my lips. I opened up to him, as I always had. My mouth was his, my tongue too, whatever he wanted, he could have. I shared everything with him–my thoughts, my feelings, my dreams…
“I’m yours,” I said, drugged by the taste of him.
“Yes, you are.” The tip of his nose traced along my collar bone. “So beautiful. Sometimes I look at you and can’t believe that you’re mine.”
“You’re pretty special too. Handsome, obviously. Good with your hands, bonus.”
He sat up and stripped off his t-shirt. I admired his shoulders and pecs that rippled and flexed, even more defined now that he was doing manual labor. My eyes dropped lower, to the grooves of his abdomen and the chiseled triangle of his groin, the veins that ran lower, tempting me to taste him.
“Show me your dick,” I said. My mouth was already watering.
He laughed, then scooted to the side of the bed so he could remove his pants along with his briefs too. He kept his leg on, probably for the added mobility. I didn’t know what positions worked best for him, but I figured he’d let me know. Soon enough he was kneeling over me again, his dick jutting out like a flagpole. He massaged his nuts and stroked his cock. The tip of it was wet and juicy enough to eat, so I leaned forward and popped him into my mouth. Swirling my tongue around his glans, I gave him one sharp suck before falling back onto the pillows.
“Damn, baby. You got me all discombobulated,” he said.
I smiled at his use of my favorite word. He remembered everything. “Do you want me like this? Or I could turn over?”
“Let’s start here, where I can get a good look at you.”
My legs were bent on either side of him. He took one of my ankles and kissed my foot, high up on my arch, which tickled and caused me to pull back reflexively. He held onto me though, kissing up my calf to the inside of my knee, continuing on until he reached the sensitive crevice between my groin and upper thigh. “Your skin is so soft and you smell so good. I love touching you.”
“I love it too,” I said as I carded my fingers through his silky hair. His nose drew a line along my hard shaft and he kissed the tip of my mushroom head. Tease.
“So tidy. Such a pretty cock. I like it when you’re hard for me, Kitten.”
“I’m always hard for you. It’s annoying.”
Still smiling, he reached for the jar and scooped up some of the lube, coating two fingers thoroughly.
“We got tested in Atlanta,” I said. “You’re my first and I’m yours, so I figured we’d be okay?”
“Yeah.” His voice sounded shredded, as if he’d smoked too many cigarettes. “What about when I come, though? You want me to pull out?”
