Page 62 of Curious
He shivers. Loosening him up feels intimate and sexy. It feels like I’m taking care of him, and Iwantto take care of him.
As I get him ready to take me, I kiss him, and he whimpers, kissing back. Pretty soon, he’s batting my hand away. “I’m ready. Fuck me. I want to lose myself in you.”
“I can do that.”
While I’m maneuvering my hard, throbbing dick to his puckered entrance, he catches my eyes. “I’m serious,” he says. “Use me.”
I lube up, probably too much—I haven’t had anal often in the past, so maybe I’m going overboard, but whatever—and start pressing into him. “You still okay with no condom?”
“Yeah. Definitely.”
“Cool. Me, too.” It takes a little force to breach his first ring, and then we both stare at each other, blinking. He’s holding his breath, so I tell him, “Breathe, baby.”
He nods and tugs my hips. I want to slam inside, but it’s not that easy. I’m sure it stings. Women have told me so. I don’t want him to be any more uncomfortable than he has to be.
Shelby bites his lip, and I enter him farther, bit by bit, until my balls nestled up to his ass. “Oh my god,” I groan. “You feel incredible.”
“Same,” he pants as I pause to let him adjust. “Fuck, that’s amazing. You fill me up, and … fuck.”
That’s what I need to do. I do an experimental pull out and thrust in, and he nods some more. “Okay. Go. It’s okay.”
I still worry, but it’s feeling so good. Going without a condom is something else. I’ve never done that before. Never wanted to get someone pregnant.
I feel free.
I’m also feeling entirely too much. Too much sensation, too good, too close, but I need to move.
Little by little, I start fucking Shelby, watching the way he’s watching me. Watching his dick bob as I move his body. He circles his dick with his fist and shuttles it up and down. I want to do that for him, but I’m concentrating on changing the angle. Trying and experimenting until I find…
“There,” he groans. “Fuck. There. Yes. Please. Do that again. Oh my god.”
I repeat the move, rocking my dick in his entrance and dragging it out, wanting to pin him to the bed with my cock. I want to fucking own him.
Feelings I’ve never had before are absolutely taking over.
I’ve always been a little blasé about sex. Take it or leave it. It feels good, but it doesn’t really matter who I do it with.
In this moment, Shelby owns me. I would do anything to have him gasp the way he’s doing. To have him trust me with his body this way.
To have every part of us connect—not just physically, but our hearts or spirits. To be one with him.
“You’re fucking mine,” I whisper, my thrusts getting harder and more erratic. Artless and somehow better.
“Yes,” he hisses.
I’m floating. Flying. Feeling closer than I ever have to another human being. Feeling my body and my soul merging with his.
And I’m going to come.
I want him to come first. I slow down, fucking him more deliberately, rhythmically, making sure I get the angle right, making sure he’s moaning and writhing.
Then I pull out and slap his hip. “Turn over,” I order, and he scrambles to do so.
He goes up on his hands and knees, and I press down between his shoulder blades. He lowers his head willingly, and I enter him.
This time, we’re really loud. He’s gasping and groaning, and I’m grunting as I fuck him hard. “I’m gonna cuh-uh-ome,” he wails, and his body tenses up, and he starts shaking. His head is turned to the side, and I can see the agony of pleasure on his face. I know he’s coming hands-free, and that’s the hottest damn thing I’ve ever seen.
A few more thrusts and I’m slamming up inside him, whiting out my brain, a whole-body orgasm taking over everything.
