Page 66 of Befriending the Bear
I wanted to do the same, but when I put weight on my ankles to push my hips up, my knee protested.
“L-let me,” Calloway said, then helped me drag my boxer briefs down my legs.
Then he was straddling my lap, the weight and heat of him against me driving all thoughts of poetry from my mind. I gripped his hips, pulling him flush against me as our mouths crashed together once more. We kissed hungrily, hands roaming, exploring, mapping out the planes and angles of each other’s bodies.
“Tell me what you want,” I whispered against his lips. “How do you want me?”
I was almost certain he wanted me to top, but I wasn’t assuming anything. Our first time engaging in anal had to be perfect, for him as much as for me.
He shivered, pressing his forehead to mine. “I want you inside me. Want to feel you stretching me open, filling me up.”
The words sent a jolt of pure need through me, and I had to take a steadying breath. “I’d love that, sweetheart.”
I slowly rolled us over so we were side by side. As much as I wanted to be on top of him right now, pressing him into the mattress, I doubted my knee could take my weight, and I wasn’t taking any chances. “Do you have condoms?”
He bit his lip. “D-do we need them?”
My heart skipped a beat. I’d never gone bare, but suddenly it was all I could think about. “I haven’t had sex in…” God, I wasn’t even sure. “…over two years, and I’ve tested negative since.”
“I haven’t…s-since Marcus.”
“So you’d be good with going bare?”
A flash of doubt filled his eyes. “W-we’re excl-lusive, right?”
I kissed him softly. “I don’t want anyone else but you… This is the forever kind of love, sweetheart.”
The smile that bloomed on his face took my breath away. “Then yes, I w-want to go b-b-bare.”
I smiled back, joy and desire mingling in my chest. “Lube?”
He reached over to the nightstand, rummaging in the drawer before pressing a small bottle into my hand. I uncapped it and slicked my fingers, taking a moment to look at him spread out before me. His skin glowed in the low light, his dark hair a tousled mess against the pillow. His chest rose and fell rapidly, his cock hard and leaking against his stomach. He was the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.
“You take my breath away,” I murmured, trailing my clean hand down his chest.
He shivered under my touch. “S-so do you.”
I kissed him again as he lifted his leg and put his foot on my thigh to give me access. I reached between his legs, circling his entrance with a slick finger. “Tell me if anything doesn’t feel good, okay? We’ll go as slow as you need.”
He nodded, bottom lip caught between his teeth. “I t-trust you.”
Those three words hit me harder than any declaration of love. I captured his mouth in a searing kiss as I circled his rim slowly, teasingly, until he was squirming beneath me, little whimpers falling from his lips. Only then did I press one finger inside, sinking into his tight heat inch by inch. He tensed for a moment before relaxing around me, letting me in. He was sotight, muscles clenching around me, but he relaxed as I worked him open with gentle thrusts and twists of my wrist. I savored every little gasp and moan from him as he surrendered to me.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Just breathe for me. I’ve got you.”
By the time I had three fingers twisting inside him, he was a writhing mess, hands fisting the sheets, a sheen of sweat glistening on his skin.
“P-please, Fraser,” he begged, voice wrecked. “I n-need you.”
I nearly came undone at the desperation in his plea.
“I’ve got you,” I promised again, slipping my fingers free.
I wanted to see him, but that meant being on top of him, so I had to offer my knee some extra support and comfort. Luckily, Calloway had plenty of pillows on his bed, so I grabbed a few and stacked them under my lower body until I was confident I’d be as pain-free as possible.
Calloway had waited patiently, watching me with dark eyes. I slicked myself up quickly, shuddering at the touch on my neglected cock, then settled between his spread thighs, the head of my cock nudging his stretched entrance.
“Look at me, sweetheart,” I whispered. “I wanna see your eyes as I fill you.”
