“I never said I didn’t like it,” I say, squeezing more lube onto the head of his cock and watching it drip down the sides.
“So maybe you’re the pervert then?”
I crawl forward; “Maybe I am,” then reach behind myself to line him up with my hole.
I rise over him like a prize.
I don’t ask for permission. I let my weight do the work, rocking a little until he starts to ease inside.
The pressure is—oh fuck!
Both my hands smack down against Tek’s ribs as I hold myself suspended above him.
I force myself to breathe, but even with all the prep there’s still a stretch I wasn’t anticipating.
He’s not even properly in me yet.
“Can you… hold it?” I pant out, my head bowed so he can’t see my face.
He grabs my waist. “Only if you look at me.”
I know my face is flushed.
I know I’m cocky.
I know I wanted this.
I know I have a big dick.
But none of that makes up for how much I need him to hold me right now.
I hold out a hand for him and he raises his body so he’s sitting as well.
He kisses me gently and rubs my back.
“Hold it,” I repeat, and when I feel his cock push against me again, I throw my arms around his neck.
I sink down, his tip slips in and— “Fuck! Fuck!” I gasp out and clench around it.
Tek holds me tighter. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah, it’s fine,” I strain, my eyes clamped shut. I try to move again but— “Fucking shit!”
My head falls to his shoulder.
“What’s wrong?”
“Nothing… Nothing…” I have to force myself to answer, because on a scale of one to Jesus-fucking-Christ the stretch is insane, it feels like I’m being ripped apart.
“It doesn’t look like it’s nothing.”
“I’ll be fine. I’m just not…” I let my words trail off because I don’t want him to know.
Tek lifts me, and the feeling of him slipping from inside me is relief, hunger, and embarrassment all rolled into one.
He flips us, laying me down on the blankets and kneeling between my open legs. Our chests still close, and our mouths closer.
He kisses me, slow and deep.
