“Watch me,” he demands.
He lowers himself to his knees, and his hands now pull my cheeks apart instead of just resting against them. When my mind finally catches on to what he’s about to do, my breath hitches in anticipation.
It’s a simple swipe of his tongue, but my whole body trembles; my head falls forward, my breaths come quick and shaky.
When the next lick doesn’t come, I turn to look at him.
“I was wondering how long it was going to take for you to catch on,” he taunts. “If you look somewhere else, I’ll stop.”
I swallow hard and give him a small confirming nod. It’s all he needs to get back up close and personal, his tongue licking my hole with much less tentative swipes than before.
“Fuck,” I groan loudly. “Nobody ever tells you how good this feels.”
When a hand circles my cock, stroking me up and down, while his tongue darts in and out of me, my body jolts off the bed. “Too much,” I cry out. “Too much.”
“Okay. Okay,” Julian soothes. “How about we try this?”
His face is all smug and sexy, and I know whatever he does next is going to drive me just as insane. “Grab your cock and start stroking yourself.”
It’s momentary relief, to be in control and set the pace, but when I watch him lube up his digits, my balls tighten and my cock shamelessly leaks all over my hands.
Cold, wet fingers begin to circle my hole. Julian’s thumb repeatedly ghosts the rim, until all I can think about is him sticking it inside me.
“Please,” I beg. “Please. Please.”
Julian wastes no time slowly sliding a long finger inside me. It feels foreign, but it feels fucking good. His thrusts become a little faster, his finger probing a little deeper, and when he grazes my prostate, a litany of unintelligible sounds roar from my mouth and bounce all over the room.
With his voice dripping with lust, Julian asks, “Can you take two fingers?”
“Yeah,” I pant.
When the second one slides in, I begin to imagine how Julian’s cock will feel, how it’ll fit. And how when he touches me, he takes away all the pain, and I can do nothing else but bask in all the pleasure.
“You want one more or you want my dick?” He stands to his full height when he says this, his thick cock and heavy balls desperate for attention.
I anticipate it being somewhat uncomfortable, and even hurting, but having us connected in that way, especially after today? I need it.
I need to feel his love. The insecure guy I’ve always been,needsto feel his love.
“I want you inside me,” I answer.
Julian gives my ass a little slap. “Come and ride me.”
He climbs onto the bed, sitting with his back against the headboard, his legs splayed out, open wide, and his sheathed dick hard and ready.I crawl up to meet him, maneuvering myself so I’m kneeling above him.
“Now, just lower yourself onto me. Slow and steady.” As I get into position, he says, “If you want to stop at any time, just say the word.”
When I feel his crown probe my entrance, I bite on my bottom lip to stifle any sounds that leave my mouth. Julian keeps his gaze on me, and I hold his stare, using him as my anchor. I repeatedly breathe in through my nose and out of my mouth as inch by inch I push through the new and different, and momentarily uncomfortable, sensations and finally take all of Julian inside of me.
He lets me set the pace, and I slide up a little bit more each time, the sting turning into a dull, addictive ache.
“You feel so good around me,” Julian groans. “You want to quit your job and spend all day on my dick?”
Chuckling, I lean forward and kiss him, not caring where his mouth has been, my body rising and falling in a new rhythm. “I won’t quit my job, but I promise to come home to you every night and you can have me anyway you want.”
“I fucking love you,” he growls, slamming his lips to mine.
Julian’s well-mastered control falls to the wayside with every plunge into his mouth my tongue takes. His hips begin to piston into me, and the angle, hitting my prostate, is a delicious interlude to my imminent orgasm. I fist my cock and begin to unleash, desperate to chase my release.