Page 65 of My First Time Fling

He bent down and kissed my thighs again, this time working his way back until I felt his hot breath right over my hole. I tingled at the thought of what was coming.

I felt his tongue swipe across my entrance once, twice, before slowing down to circle it steadily, then lick back and forth, getting me wet. Finally, he placed his lips around my ring and pressed his tongue down into me, velvety soft.

After a moment, he grabbed the lube and used it to slick up a finger, sliding it inside of me as he went back to sucking my cock. I felt my hole stretch around it, and told myself to relax, to breathe, and not to get too excited yet. There was so much more still to come.

Mark knew my body so well, even after just a few months. He could find just the right spot inside of me to push against and send me into orbit. No other guy had ever paid as much attention to my body and my responses. No one had ever made me feel so wanted. So needed.

And right now I needed him.

“Fuck me,” I groaned, unable to take the stimulation any longer. “Fuck me, please.”

Mark laughed and slid the fingers he’d been using to stimulate my prostate back out. “I’ve missed how bossy you are.”

He slicked his cock up and brought the head to my hole. It slid a little, with all the lube, and I bit back a gasp as he pressed it back into place.

“You’re sure you’re—”

“I’m ready,” I begged. “Now, please.”

Mark smiled down at me sweetly. “I love you so much. I love you when you’re bossy, and I love you when you beg, and I love you when you—”

“Mark, baby. I love you too, but I swear to God, if you don’t fuck me right now, we actually are going to need to—fuck.”

I sucked in hard as he pushed the tip of his cock inside me, holding my breath until he was past the tight outer ring. I could feel myself stretching around him, getting used to the feel of his cock inside of me again.

“Are you okay?” Mark looked down at me, his eyes full of concern. “You did just run twenty-six miles. Do you need me to stop?”

I laughed lightly, adjusting to his girth. “So did you. And trust me, everything is very okay. I promise, I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”

He bit his lip, nodded, pushed the rest of his shaft inside, burying himself to the hilt. I smiled at the look of wonder on his face.”

“You’re so tight,” he breathed. “Holy fuck, you’re so tight.”

“You say that every time.”

“That’s because it’s true every time.”

“Well, I guess I’m glad to know running a marathon didn’t permanently change the shape of my asshole.”

“I think we’d have heard something about that by now, if that were a consequence of marathon-running,” Mark said with a laugh.

“Really? You think that many marathon runners are engaging in post-race anal?”

“I mean, weren’t the original marathon runners ancient Greeks? Wasn’t anal kind of like, their thing?”

I laughed softly, then gasped as he began to move. Just tiny motions at first, pushing deeper and pulling out just a little. He kept pausing to check in with me, to ask if I was okay. Each time, my answer was yes. More.

His cock felt so good. He was so big, filling me up completely. There was nothing better, I decided right then, than getting fucked by the man who loved me. Giving my body to him, and him giving his to me. Especially after I thought I’d lost him.

I was never letting him go again.

I moaned, begging Mark to go faster, bucking underneath him and moving my hips up to meet his thrusts. I wanted him to fuck me hard, and I could see him smiling as he began to realize he wasn’t going to hurt me.

He sped up, pressure building as he thrust with more force, and I knew I was going to lose it soon. A steady moan started deep in my throat and wouldn’t stop. I couldn’t control it, couldn’t tamp it down. There was too much pleasure, too much stimulation.

And then Mark brought his hand to my cock and began to stroke me. That sent me spinning over the edge. I came, hard, spilling into his hand, almost incoherent from the stimulation pounding into me from every angle.

“Fuck yes, come for me,” he whispered, and I obliged, letting go and releasing everything I had left.

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