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Luckily, I’ve been preparing for this possibility every day since that first night Alexei came in here to wake me up. Now I finally get to share this with him. Be his first. Get as close as I can physically get.

I get the lube I prefer and condoms from my bedside drawer and pause before going back to Alexei. Am I doing the right thing?

He’s waiting for me. Naked on top of the sheets. Looking like he hasn’t moved an inch. When our eyes meet, I see the vulnerability and desire in them, and I don’t want to break this spell. I can’t.

“Okay?” he asks.

“Yes.”

I toss the supplies on the bed and straddle him, running my hands up and down his beautiful chest. Watching as it rises and falls with deep, needy breaths.

I pop the cap on the lube and squeeze some out onto my fingers before sliding my hand between my legs and past my balls.

When Alexei realizes what I’m doing, he takes in a sharp breath.

He watches me, his eyes roaming greedily from my face to my chest to my cock.

“Do you want me to turn around?” My voice is thick and heavy when I speak and I barely recognize it.

He shakes his head. “Wanna watch your face.”

Dorian was always more interested in looking at my asshole than my face. Apart from telling me I have an ugly come face, his favorite, and eventually only, position was ‘reverse cowgirl’ so he could just watch his own cock sliding in and out of me. I get it. It’s hot. But every damn time?

I don’t want to think about Dorian right now though. He only came into my head as a contrast to what I have in front of me right now.

I let go, closing my eyes and grinding down on my fingers, letting out a needy moan when I hit my prostate.

“Can I?”

I open my eyes and look down at Alexei, he’s still watching me with this air of reverence.

“Yes.”

I squeeze some of the lube out on his fingers and he slides them between my legs.

“Sure you don’t want me to turn around?”

He shakes his head again and leans up on his elbows so he can kiss me.

“Wanna watch you so I know I’m doing it right.”

I’m ready for his fingers. He isn’t going in completely cold. But his hands are bigger than mine. His fingers longer. And when he slides the middle one all the way to the second knuckle, my back arches and I let out a filthy moan that makes me blush.

“That okay?”

“Yes, very okay, don’t stop.”

I grind back on his finger. “Another.” I say, and he obliges. Filling me while he opens me up. He brushes against that spot and I clench around him. “There, oh, there.”

“Fuck, you’re so sexy.”

I put my arms around his neck and kiss him while he pumps his fingers inside me, working with my body as I push back.

“Another.”

“You sure?”

“Mm hmm.”

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