Page 72 of Taking Care of You
He runs his tongue over the skin of my neck and I reach back and grab his head, holding him in place to where it feels the best. His hands slide down my body and he kneads the flesh he comes in contact with, massaging me and learning my body as if he’s never touched me before.
Like I wanted him to, his hand drifts to my straining dick. I hiss when his hand closes over my length through my clothes. A soft moan leaves my throat when he strokes me through my pants, driving me wild. His lips and his hands feel like heaven.
“Take me to bed,” I whisper.
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At my words, Ethan pauses. “You sure?” he asks against my flesh.
I nod. “Yes. I want you to be…my first. If you want…”
“I do. I would love to.” He sits us up and I stand from the chair. “Let me put the fire out and I’ll meet you inside. Go warm up. I’ll be right there.”
I head inside, though I’m not cold, not with the fire, being under the blanket, and him touching me.
I climb in bed and wait for him.
Shortly after, he comes into the room and shuts the door softly. He stays facing the door and takes a deep breath.
I sit up on my elbows. “You okay? I’m sorry if I put pressure on you. You don’t have to.”
He exhales another deep breath and he turns around to look at me. “I want to, Koby. I really do. I’m just…nervous. I want to do it right, you know?”
“I know. I’m nervous too.” I sit up and scoot to the end of the bed. “You won’t do anything wrong, I promise. Okay?”
Nodding, he comes over to the bed and sits beside me. He reaches into the nightstand and takes out a condom and some lube.
I take a shaky breath upon seeing he’s prepared.
Facing me, he grabs my hands and kisses them. “You’re really sure?”
“Yes.”
I slide back on the bed and whip my shirt off. Then, I drag my pants down over my legs and toss them on the floor. I leave my briefs on, nervous about being completely naked.
Ethan wastes no time covering my body with his and kissing me deeply. I wrap my legs around him, pulling him closer so I can feel his hard dick against mine. His kiss is slow, gliding smoothly into my mouth, not rushing. I run my hand up and down his back, letting him take control.
After he’s kissed me until I can’t think of anything but him, he moves back and slides my briefs down. He’s seen me naked, but I almost want to cover myself because I’m so nervous.
He takes me in hand and lazily strokes my dick. I thrust gently into his hold, not wanting him to speed up, but not able to keep still.
Not missing a beat, he keeps jerking me and reaches over to grab the lube on his nightstand. He does stop after a minute and I look at him curiously. His cheeks are pink and he sits back on his heels. “I don’t…know…”
“Oh.” I hold my hand out and he puts the small bottle in my hand. “I can do it. Give me a second.”
I try to get up and go to the bathroom for a bit of privacy, but Ethan stops me. “Can I…watch? So I can do it next time?”
I nod, not able to speak. While I’m putting the lube on my fingers, Ethan gets undressed, then sits back in front of me. I take a deep breath and lie back on the pillow. I inch my hand down to my hole and rub my slick finger around it.
The first finger I slide inside goes in without much effort. Before I close my eyes, I see Ethan’s are glued to where my finger enters my body. The second finger is a stretch, but not too bad. After I thrust it in and out a few times, it becomes easier and the slide is more comfortable. I moan lightly, not expecting it to feel so good. I hear a sharp gasp and my eyes fly open. I see Ethan staring at me as I play with my hole, and his hand is stroking his hard dick.
Feeling bolder, I ease a third finger inside and throw my head back at the burn and the unexpected pleasure I feel because Ethan’s entire focus is on me. He hisses and I fight to keep my eyes open to watch him. His hand moves faster and he bites his bottom lip, his eyes not moving from my entrance.
I thrust into my pucker and try to stretch myself like the videos I’ve watched, and make sure I’m ready for him. Ethan is pretty big. Even with very little personal experience to compare him to, I know it will still be painful to have him inside me. The more prepped I am, the better.
When I feel like I’m ready, I pull my fingers free and look at him shyly, but expectantly. With shaking hands, he reaches over to the nightstand and grabs the condom. It makes me feel better that he’s as nervous as I am. I mean, I’m sure he’s not a virgin in the literal sense, but he’s also never been with a guy before. So this is kinda like a first time for both of us.
With wide eyes, I watch him put the condom on, then drizzle on the lube and rub over and under his erection, making sure he has it everywhere. He leans forward and lies between my legs, his cockhead resting against my slick hole. I tense and Ethan kisses me lightly, resting his weight on his arms.
