Page 94 of Up In Flames
Knox does an incredible job, and I can’t help myself, because as soon as I know I can reach, I curl my finger and swipe across his prostate to give him a taste of his own medicine.
He lets go of his other leg now so he can grip the sheets with both hands. Since I don’t need my face in the same place anymore, the new position works just fine, and I slowly stroke that sweet spot inside him.
“That…that’s…so fucking good,” he finally groans. His eyes are closed, his breathing is labored, and he’s getting as worked up as I need him to be before we go any further.
Slowly, I begin to slide my finger in and out of him. The whimpers that leave this big, strong man will be my absolute undoing.
“More,” he begs a few minutes later.
I don’t say a word. I just lube up my middle finger and begin to work it in next to my index, pausing every few seconds so he can adjust.
After working up to three fingers, I’m finally confident he can handle my cock. I’m a good option for his first. Although I pack a decent punch below the belt, my girth is average, and I won’t run the risk ofactuallysplitting him open.
But wait…
“Knox. Condoms.”
He picks his head up to look at me. “I don’t want them. I haven’t had sex inyears, Taylor. The last thing I want is a barrier between us.”
I’m dangerously close to crying when I realize how much he trusts me for this. Nodding my head, I confess, “I haven’t slept with anyone since Patrick, and he never went without.”Plus, I never fucked him,I think to myself, making this moment even more precious.
“I trust you,” Knox says, his head dropping back on the pillow.
I use an extreme amount of lube on my cock, more concerned about hurting him than I am about having enough friction to get off, and then I’m lining myself up to him.
“I’ll go slow,” I promise.
Knox’s eyes stay on me as I look down to see where I’m aiming.
Though I haven’t topped in quite a while—because Patrick never bottomed—it’s like riding a bike.
“The first part will burn the worst because the head is flared. As soon as we get past that, your body will pull me in instead of fighting to keep me out,” I explain, trying to keep him at ease.
“I just want you so fucking badly,” Knox says, the tears in his voice calling my eyes to his. He isn’t actually crying, but his desperation is palpable.
“I’m right here, baby,” I tell him, realizing that just like me, Knox probably needs reassurance now and then, too.
He leans forward and laces the fingers of his left hand with my right as the widest part of my cock enters his body.
“Breathe,” I command, and he does so immediately, the rest of his body following suit a second later. I’m taken aback by much he trusts me, how he doesn’t question me, and how we seem to have a balanced give-and-take of power. And on the heels of that thought is the one where I realize I don’t think I’ve ever had that in a relationship before.
A shuddering breath rips through me as I enter Knox’s body, and the vacuum effect draws me in deep.
“Ohmygod.Is it like this every time?” Knox asks through his own panted breaths.
I want to answer him, but I’m afraid that if I activate the muscles to open my mouth, the movement will also make me come.
“Taylor, please move,” Knox whines under me.
Clenching my jaw, I do my best to answer. “Need a minute.”
The bastard starts rocking his pelvis back and forth, fucking himself on my cock until I place my hands on his hips, his happy trail mocking me the entire time. “If you want me to fuck you until you forget your name, you’re going to need to hold still a second.”
I close my eyes and get myself under control, but as soon as I open them, I’m almost ready to lose it again. Knox’s thick cock is rock hard. The tip is swollen, and the string of pre-cum drippinginto the hair of his happy trail has my balls so fucking tight I’m afraid I might lose one.
“As soon as I start moving, the countdown will begin. I promise I’ll get you off, but I don’t think I can hold my orgasm back.”
“I don’t think you’ll have to,” Knox answers, moving his hips again.
