“So good,” he purred. “Do you think you might be able to move now? Just pull out a little, then push back in. Find a rhythm that’s comfortable for you.”
Drawing in a deep breath, I slid out an inch, then bucked my hips to reseat myself.
“Yes, just like that,” Charlie urged. “Do it again.”
I repeated the process a few times, each movement bringing me indescribable emotions of love and admiration for the man who was giving himself to me. Judging from the sounds Charlie was making, he was enjoying it too.
“Okay now, if you want it to be really good, try going harder. Do the same thing you’ve been doing, but push in faster. I swear you won’t hurt me, and I think you’ll find it heightens the pleasure for both of us.”
It could be better? Somehow I doubted that. But Charlie knew, and I trusted him. I withdrew a few inches, then shoved back in. Small quakes shuddered through my body at the realization of how absolutely amazing it felt.
“Did you like that?” he asked, giving me a cheeky grin.
Instead of answering, I did it again. And again. Over and over, I thrust into him, each time getting closer to climax. This time there would be no way I could hold back, and I didn’t want to. This would be my first orgasm through actual sex! Charlie must have known how close I was, because he wrapped a hand around his own swollen cock and began to jack it. It was such an erotic sight, watching him pull in time to my thrusts.
“Getting close, Matt,” he whispered. “When I come, you’re going to shoot off like a rocket.”
I already knew I would. Even when I was a horny teen, I’d never felt this delicious ache in my balls.
And then Charlie was orgasming onto his stomach and chest, and the most amazing thing happened. As tight as I thought he’d been before, he bore down, locking me inside of him. I might have screamed as I came, I wasn’t sure, but I’d never felt anything like it. And all the while, Charlie was stroking my arms, my chest, telling me how much he loved me.
When it finally subsided, my arms and legs felt like they were made of gelatin. Charlie braced me, then lowered me onto the bed, stripped off the condom, and put it into the garbage can. Then he reached over for the towel again and wiped us down. After, he pulled me into his arms, and I was surrounded by his scent.
“That was amazing,” he whispered to me. “You sure you’ve never done that before?” My halfhearted swat to his arm had him grinning. “You can do that to me anytime,” he promised.
“What if I can’t let you…?” My voice vanished. It wasn’t the sweet, romantic conversation I’d expected, but I had to know.
“Oh, you’re so damned amazing. I don’t know what I did to deserve you.” He stroked my cheek. “I told you, I love bottoming.” He grinned. “And you were very,verygood at topping.”
But part of the problem was his ex had never let him top. He’d said so himself. What happened when he decided he wanted the same thing with me?
“Hey,” he said, holding my chin. “Are you thinking about Mitch?”
There wasn’t any way I’d lie to him, so I nodded.
“Sweetheart, listen to me very carefully. Mitch was a selfish lover. He didn’t care if I got off, only if he did. You worried about making it good for me, and you did. I loved what we did, and I want to do it again. A lot. If you think you want to try it the other way, we’ll do the same thing we did today. We’ll take it very slow, and I’ll walk you through it step-by-step. I would never do anything you were uncomfortable with.”
And I knew it to be the truth. Just as I knew one day I would bottom for him. It might take some time, and I might have to talk to Dr. Rob about it, but I knew deep down, it would definitely happen.
“I love you,” I said, trying to convey what my heart felt.
“And I’m always going to love you,” he replied. “By the way, are you good and relaxed now?”
Oh God. I was boneless. I felt like a rag doll. “Yeah, I don’t think I can move.”
“Glad to hear it. So you know, I arranged it with Clay to have our wedding on Christmas Day.”
I reared back. “But that’s only two weeks away!”
“I know, but I figured if we didn’t, you’d fret about it.”
Damn. He knew me way too well.
