Page 14 of View From the Bottom

I turned my head over my shoulder and Enzo covered my frame with his weight, holding himself up over me with his strong arms. His mouth met mine, licking my lips, me licking his, our tongues intertwining as we shared a sexy, erotic kiss.

Once Enzo was satisfied that I had gotten my fill, he bent down behind me and spat on my hole, then stood up and spat on his cock, rubbing it in with the palm of his hand. He positioned the tip of his thick cock at my opening, holding himself steady with one hand, holding me in place with the other, and applied pressure, more and more pressure each time I pushed out to try to accommodate him.

My body felt hot. The cool air had been sucked out of the room, replaced by the warm, stagnant air from outside. Did the air conditioner break? Had the power gone out? It couldn’t have. That fucking bathroom light was still on. Jesus, the room felt so hot.

No, it was just me. My God, he was big. Beads of sweat formed on my forehead and trickled down my cheeks as I tried to focus.

No, focusing wasn’t working. I needed to transport myself somewhere else until I got used to his size.

Either way, I was determined to take him.

I shut everything off: my mind, my nerves, the beating of my heart. Nothing moved until Enzo had pushed his way inside of me. Until I had accepted him completely. For a moment, the world went black and I was transported back to some ice age in which everything was still and silent. Only, it felt like the depths of hell, flames burning bright and hot inside of me. But I forced myself back into the moment, suppressing the pain. I had to.

He stayed still for a moment, allowing me time to adjust, allowing my body time to start working again. Allowing me to feel his pubes brushing against my ass. I almost didn’t hear himask if I was alright. Not until I felt his hand gently grip my shoulder.

“I’m okay. Just give me a minute.”

Had it been that long since I’d bottomed? It sure felt like it had but I couldn’t process time in my current state.

Eventually, I took in a breath of air and my heart began beating. My mind focused on how completely Enzo was stretching my hole. The fullness of him inside of me. The goodness of the moment. I was sweating, almost profusely, but breath flowed through me like a river cutting its way through a deep ravine.

Enzo started to move. And he grabbed my waist with a tight grip. And he moaned as he fucked himself into me. He moaned with each thrust. The thrusts were easy at first, slow and sensitive. But I needed more. I grabbed the back of his thigh and pulled him into me, letting him know he could get to work. He read my signal like the pages of a book.

And he fucked me. From behind. He fucked me while I leaned over his bed, breathing in the fresh scent of his linens, sensing the inherent masculinity of Enzo’s body pushing into me from behind.

The way he slid himself into me while blanketing me with his weight was intoxicating. Enzo’s strokes were smooth and intentional, and his arms wrapped around my frame as he fucked himself into me. The coarse hair on his chest tickled my back at first, but eventually, I was consumed by him, overtaken by the strength of his body. His lips met the space between my shoulder blades repeatedly as he fucked me.

This dominant-daddy thing came and went with him. The roles were obviously new to both of us. I was happy in my current submission but I could have turned it off had he wanted me to. It was him that I wanted. Not a character.

The room finally started to feel like it had reached a reasonable temperature again, the depths of that hedonistic hell banished back to the center of the earth, yet we both continued sweating as he pushed me onto the bed with his body, with his length still buried inside me. His thighs spread wide, and he wrapped me up in him as we fucked.

A dick in my ass had never felt so good. Usually, there was some pain, some discomfort, a semblance of gratification, of contentment. But with Enzo, the way he held me, the way he was protecting me as he dominated me, the way he gave himself to me, there was an ecstasy that built inside of me. I felt stretched but comforted, used but fulfilled. Whole and complete and wanted and accomplished and deviant and content. I felt fucking perfect with him inside of me, with his body holding mine.

Enzo pressed me down further onto the bed. He spread my body out underneath him and laid himself on top of me as he rocked himself in and out, over and over. He pinned my legs to the bed, holding my arms down and threading his fingers between mine, planting kisses on the back of my neck, tonguing the beads of sweat that formed on my back, taking me into him as much as I’d taken him into me.

It wasn’t long after he’d gotten me into that position that I could feel Enzo’s orgasm rising, his breaths becoming shallower, his words more stunted and urgent, his body tensing around me. As much as I wanted this to go on for longer, I wasn’t going to be able to hold back my release. I had been close to coming before he ever entered me. The only thing that had stopped me was Enzo taking control of my hands. But even that wasn’t proving useful now.

His cock driving into me deeper and deeper with each thrust was making it hard to control myself even without the use of my hands. Fuck, he felt good inside me.

“I’m… getting… close,” he managed between breaths.

“I know,” I said, clenching myself around him. “Me too.”

One, two, three more thrusts of his cock into me was all it took before he let me go and pulled out. I didn’t want him to. I would have taken him. But I wasn’t going to argue. Not then. I simply needed him to do what came naturally to him. Whatever that was.

I eased up onto my knees and turned to look over my shoulder again, winking my hole at him once more as he gripped his cock and aimed it at my opening.

“Fuck!” he shouted as he let go. I felt his load spill out over me, onto me, into me, dripping down my legs before something came over him and he shoved himself back inside of me.

I gasped as I gripped my cock and felt my load spill out onto his comforter, hedonistic moans falling from my lips. I hoped he wouldn’t be upset. There was such a force behind the release I could almost hear the first shot hit the bed, followed by two more strong volleys, then dribble after dribble as I squeezed and shook my insistently hard cock, tensing and releasing from the shock.

Eventually, I fell to the bed and turned onto my back, releasing Enzo’s cock from the clutch of my hole. Enzo turned and fell onto the bed beside me. I looked over at him and started to laugh. Then, he started to laugh, probably from a combination of gratified pleasure and the sheer awkwardness of our situation.

Trails of perspiration poured down his chest and matted the fur that covered him. Even the hair in his pits was slick with sweat. He’d worked hard for his reward, and there was something so inherently manly about him. His chest rose and fell with heavy breaths before he composed himself and turned to look at me, his expression changing to one of concern.

“I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t take advantage of you.”

“No,” I blurted out as I pushed myself onto my elbows. “No. I mean, I was the one you caught… uh… yeah.”

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