No more thinking and worrying. Just go with the flow.I was desperate to feel and experience what so many normal people did. His hands slid down to cup my ass and I gasped into his mouth as he gripped me roughly. He traced the thin lace that covered my crack with a single finger until he found the hole and grazed my entrance. He lingered there for a moment before guiding me to the bed, his body pressing against my back as he kissed my shoulders, my spine, slowly moving south until every inch of my back knew his lips. How was I lucky enough to find this amazing guy?
“Lay on your stomach,” he said.
I did as he asked. I was nervous if only because this was a new experience but not as much as I thought I’d be. As he moved his hands all over my back and worked the knots out, the chill of anxiety floated away, and I became as comfortable as if I were lying on a cloud. Lips replaced his hands as he trailed gentle nips southward.
He skimmed his palms over the globes of my ass then pushed my panties down, bunching them up at my thighs. “I finally get to have my dessert.”
He spread my cheeks with rough hands and buried his face in my crack. It was shocking to me, the need in his voice, the vulnerability of being exposed to someone. And when his tongue sought my hole, I couldn't breathe. All I could do was dig my fingers into the sheets as he kissed and licked and speared my entrance with his tongue.
Time slowed down, the sounds and sensation of his mouth working my asshole exciting. He didn’t hold back, making little sounds like a grizzly bear trying to get to honey. My cock was hard in my panties, pressing against the lace in need. The only thing that could make this experience better was watching him rim me.
He gave my ass a little slap and kissed his way back up my spine.
“Are you ready for my cock or do you want more of my tongue?” he purred against my ear.
“That’s a trick question,” I murmured. I pushed my ass up and against the concave of his hips. “But I’m ready for you. Please?”
“No, turn around. I want to watch your reaction as I slide my cock into you for the first time,” he rumbled.
I shifted onto my back, and bit down a shy smile. He had a way with words that made me vibrate with all kinds of emotions. He helped me get comfortable, his attentiveness a reminder that I’d chosen correctly. He rumbled a little laugh as he ran his eyes all over the panties. My cock was hard and aching against the stretched lace, and my balls were squished, but I’d always like the confinement.
His eyes moved to mine. “If I bought you some things, would you wear them for me?”
I didn’t hesitate. “Yes.”
He took my hand and pressed it to his swollen cock. “Feel how excited you make me, baby boy.”
As I stroked his burning erection, he moved his hands all over me, caressing as if he were looking for those hidden pleasure-spots he’d mention during the massage.
“Please,” I whispered and held onto him as he kissed my neck. “I want this. Now. I don’t want to wait anymore. Please, Gabriel. Fuck me.”
He looked at me and grinned like a predator. “Didn’t I tell you that you’d beg me for it?”
I tried not to smile, but it was pointless. I accepted his kisses again, while he cupped my package through the lace. I couldn’t help thinking about all the slutty things he might buy for me to wear. He found the crotch opening and the feeling ofhis fingers against my hole was as explosive as his tongue. I was captured by the whole of this man. From the way his legs split mine, to the glow of his eyes in the low light, to how he sucked his fingers into his mouth, getting them slick. I was going to remember this moment for the rest of my life.
He slid a single wet finger into my ass, and I let out a muffled cry, my muscles clenching around the digit. “This okay?”
I nodded. “More.”
“Hm… What exactly are you asking for?”
I gaped and he pushed his finger deeper. It wasn’t surprising he’d penetrated me so easily. I was so comfortable and achingly horny, my body was opening for him. “More, please.”
“More, what?”
I growled in frustration and found his hand with my own. “Please.”
He chuckled. “You mean…you want another finger?”
I parted my lips to answer, but a gasp escaped as he slipped in another. “Yes!”
Before I knew what was happening, I was guiding his hand as it worked between my thighs, finger-fucking me.
“That’s it, baby boy. Just let go,” he whispered.
He leaned in so he could suck my nipple into my mouth, never missing a beat with his hand and I almost begged for another digit. I wanted him to tear me apart and put me back together as a new person, one undefined by my past experiences. He whispered a curse and fumbled around for a condom with his free hand. When that didn’t work, he withdrew, leaving a curious emptiness where he’d been. I wanted to put the condom on for him, but he did it before I could ask.
“Tell me what you want, baby boy,” he rasped, kissing my nipple. He hooked his elbows around the backs of my knees, splitting me. “I need to hear it.”
