Yes, it did. So very, very much. “But I don’t know what to do,” I admitted.
“Then I’ll teach you. Come on.”
He guided me to the bed. My erection had flagged because the thought that Charlie wanted me to…. God, almost thirty, and I still couldn’t think it.
“Hey, remember, no pressure. If you’re not ready, then we wait.”
This man…my fiancé… had been by my side for over a year. I’d known him even longer. Beyond our one problem, he’d never given me another reason to doubt he loved me and would never hurt me.
“Show me,” I said softly.
He lay back and pulled me down to him. Every move was gentle, but the hesitation was gone. He trusted me to know my mind.
“First, we relax both of us,” he said, bringing our lips together. Soft kisses, sweet, warm. God, I loved kissing him. I’d never kissed anyone else, but I doubted they’d have his sweet and tangy flavor. I clung to him as we continued the kisses, and when he stroked my skin, I moaned into his mouth.
He pulled back and looked me in the eye. “You like that, huh?” he teased.
Instead of answering, I went in for another kiss. This time he hummed.
“Touch me, Matt. Please.”
I slid my hands over his chest, rubbing over his nipples, which perked up under my touch.
“I like it when you do that,” he said, his voice huskier than I’d ever heard it. “If you wanted to pinch them lightly, that would be awesome.”
Deciding to take him at his word, I gave them a light tug. He groaned, and it was the most sensuous thing I’d ever heard. I spent a little more time on his chest, until his nipples were red and puffy. When I moved my hand again, he whimpered.
“You’re so good at that. You made it feel damn good.”
I knew he was critiquing my performance and his words were meant to put me at ease. Thankfully, they did. I slid my hand down and wrapped my fingers around his shaft.
He grabbed my wrist and stopped me. “No, don’t do that. I’ve been looking forward to being with you for so long, and it won’t take much to bring me to orgasm. What I want to do now is show you how to prepare me. Okay?”
I nodded, then replied, “Yes, okay.”
He reached over to the nightstand and pulled out the bottle of lubricant that Mr. Gianetti had sent along last year. He broke open the seal on it, which sent a shiver coursing through me. After popping the top, he put a small bit on his fingers and rubbed them together.
“With lube, a little goes a long way. It doesn’t normally take a lot to get someone ready. It’s more about patience and learning to read your partner. I’m going to show you what you do.”
He reached between his legs and slowly rubbed his fingertip over his hole, which twitched each time he did. He groaned as he sank the finger in just up to the first knuckle. “God, it’s been so long, I forgot how good this feels,” he said, pressing in a little more.
I watched, fascinated, as his finger disappeared, then reappeared. He repeated the movement several times, his moaning enough to bring me back to rock hardness.
“After your partner is comfortable with one finger, you should move to add another,” Charlie said. “It usually takes two or three before they loosen up enough to take you.” He glanced down at me. “In your case, I’m thinking three,” he said, gracing me with a smile. He reached for the lube again, but I stopped him.
“Can I?”
“If you’re sure, yeah, go for it.”
He lay back against the pillow and drew his knees up. I grabbed the bottle and did what Charlie had. Except I ended up with a lot more lube.
“It’s fine,” he told me, reaching down and grabbing one of the towels from the bathroom. He handed it to me, and I wiped my hand off, doing my best to focus on Charlie and not the fact the towels didn’t belong on the floor. “Try again.”
This time I squeezed lightly and got a few drops instead of a small stream.
“You’re going to want to go slow to start. There’s a slight burn when you first enter, but it quickly becomes something amazing.”
I moved my hand down between his legs. When my fingers touched his hole, it quivered, and I drew back.
