Seeing him pull his legs up like that, opening himself for me, is wickedly erotic. And his words spark my courage, tamping down the fear I had before.
He’s not acting. He really does want me.
“Okay,” I say, with what’s probably the goofiest smile ever, and climb back onto my broken-down bed with him.I no longer feel like a freaking Olympic gymnast—at least not in terms of self-confidence—but I am stronger, so I have no difficulty keeping my balance as I settle between his legs near his feet.
I’m not going to lie, though. I still want to do this, but it was a lot easier with incubus-tinted glasses. I really don’t have any experience, so a brand-new twinge of anxiety thrums up as I squirt a small pool of the watery lube onto the pads of my fingers. Still, seeing Rafa watch me with eager interest through the V of his thighs helps me focus. I reach out and massage the liquid in a small circle on the outside of his sphincter. His rough, short hairs and the raw heat of this private, hidden spot provide a fascinating contrast to the cool, slick lube coating my fingertips. The sweet vanilla of my bodywash wafts up and fills my nostrils. Maybe that’s a stupid thing to notice, but he showered to make this good for me. He wanted to take care of me.
He moans. “Mm… That feels good…” His voice is deeper than when I had him in my power. Stronger. A lot more Rafa.
His tight muscle winks under my caresses, hungrily sucking in the tips of my fingers, and my softened cock starts to perk back up while the rest of me settles. Maybe I’m no Casanova without my powers, but I don’t need an incubus whammy to like turning this guy on. To not want to miss a single moment of this.
I pour a bunch more lube to the top of my open hand, and then slowly slide my middle finger fully inside him. There was part of me that was a little afraid I’d encounter stuff, but there’s nothing. It just feels incredibly warm andmoist. The sphincter immediately relaxes around me, so I slip in a second finger, and marvel at the firm grip of him as I slide both in and out—his ring squeezing me, molten—and how the trembling muscle softens against my stroke. The whole thing is incredibly intimate, and my attention tunnels.
Captivated, I explore the silky skin inside him, around and above, until I find a slightly firm bump, somewhere close to the base of his sculpturally veined dick. As I give that spot a few gentle strokes, I look up to his face. His eyes melt in response to my caresses, heavy-lidded, and he lets out a larger groan.
“That’s it, Alvin. Yeah.Rightthere.”
This isn’t my power doing this to him.I’mthe one making this experienced, perfect-looking guy bite his lower lip with raw pleasure. I’m the one who gets to have this. Not my monster. Me.
Confidence swells in my chest. And I’m finally ready.
I remove my fingers, reach for the bottle, and quickly run a thick line of the clear lube directly along the back of my shaft. I stroke its slickness all over, and I’m hit with twinges of pleasure as I massage my own head, which has become a deep, flushed purple. I’m more excited than I thought I was, and I need to suck in cool breath between my teeth so I don’t lose control. I quickly use my hand to line my shaft up with the warmth of his hole as best I can and push forward.
But I miss.
And then I miss again! It’s crazy but the lube totally glides me off and away each time!
My brain is about to start spinning again when Rafacrunches forward and wraps his hot, callused hand around my shaft.
“Just a little bit lower, sweetheart…” His voice is tight. Not with impatience. With desire.
He smiles warmly and gives me a wink, his gaze like an embrace. His loving eyes hold mine as he guides me into position. It’s both sweet and hot, and some missing puzzle piece clicks into place inside me and settles me back into my body, intothismoment. The edges of his hole twitch just around my tip. I push forward—and become gripped with the glorious sensation of his most private part sliding around and engulfing me.
My shaft twinges with the heat and crush of his body, and I cry out a high, sighing whimper. My thickness fills him, and he beams back at me as he arches and squirms. I hold for several pounding heart beats, just reveling in the feeling of connection, the sensation of him trembling under me and around me, of literally being part of him.
It is a rare and awesome thing. I want to lose myself in it more.
I shift to get my shoulders under his knees, lean forward, and drop my palms into the stretched top sheet just to the sides of his chest. The pilled fabric strains against my weight, but I’m now too caught up in the warmth of Rafa’s body against my skin to get distracted. He rests his hands on my wrist and gulps in a sharp breath as I fill him deeper. I sheathe out and in, just once, and then again, until a slow, steady rhythm starts to feel right. The firm rub of muscle against my cock ignites an intense squeeze of pleasure, but it’s the contact of his callused palms on me, and the brush of my stomach against hisdick and rough hairs that I really love. Being so close. Sharing something so private and raw with this beautiful guy who just wants to rescue me and keep me safe.
Everything else falls away.
My nerves feel electric. My senses are sharper than they usually are. Smooth flesh slides like a silky caress all around my cock. Then I find that wonderful little bump inside him. The shape blooms into my awareness—not like Collin’s AR, more like a part of my own body—and I deliberately grind the back of my head against it, enjoying its yielding rub. It swells and hardens as I speed up my thrusts. Rafa starts sighing over and over with delight.
“Man, man, you’re hitting theperfectspot… How are you… Oh, oh, oh…”
His eyes become dreamy and distant and my heart swells with joy, watching this strong, fearless superhero lose the ability to speak while I fill him again and again. Not because he’s in my power. Because he’s loving it so much. I’ve been afraid of sex pretty much my whole life—I’ve been afraid of this entire part of me, really. Finally being able to enjoy this with an actual human being and seeing what I’m doing bring such delight to Rafa, it makes me feel good.
It makes me feel like I’m more than who I thought I was.
Rafa fists the sheets. With every thrust, he groans and a pulse of warm fluid from his dick spills out to trail against my grinding belly. The skin it touches lights up and tingles, my heightened nerves aware of every living inch of him. He must be close.
I pick up the pace, leaning into my enhanced strengthand swiveling my pelvis so I can thrust harder against his butt cheeks. The mattress frame creaks and bangs against the wall. He starts to slide up the bed, so he slips his hands forward and grips the back of my triceps to hold himself in place.
“So goddamn sexy how strong you look,” he says in a smoky undertone. He’s staring at my flexed muscles, his gaze dreamy. “First thing I noticed when we met…”
I look down at my own arm, at the hard curves bulging. Usually I just see the layer of fat, but I guess a lot of the thickness of my arms, legs, and chestisnatural muscle. Maybe I don’t look like some skinny twink from a porn site, but Idolook strong. I probably shouldn’t need a guy to point that out to me, but it’s cool to realize that my thick, compact body could actually be legitimately hot. That I’ve got my own thing, too.
That I can be deeply desired just for what I am.
