He nuzzled his nose briefly against mine. “You like being talked to this way, don’t you?”
I nodded.
“I thought so.” He kissed me once again and gave my cock another few tugs. “Where’s your lube?”
He sat back as I moved to the side of the bed to rummage around briefly in the nightstand. I handed over the small bottle and a condom. “Condom or no sex,” I said firmly.
“Of course, a condom, baby. Don’t worry.” Calvin took the lube in one hand and wrapped his other around my neck. He squeezed lightly, just enough to make me gasp as he kissed me. “Raise your legs up.”
“Do you want me on my stomach?”
“No. You need to take it easy, and I want to see your face.”
If it were possible to be harder than I was, I managed it.
I moved my legs as told, holding my knees.
Calvin smiled widely and stroked himself briefly. “Jesus, you are so fucking beautiful.” He squirted some lube onto his fingers and reached down to press the first into me. He thrust his finger in and out gently, grinning when I groaned. “Look at you, getting so worked up over a finger.” He added another and began to stretch me with extreme care and precision.
“Oh God. Cal, please… don’t stop.”
He kissed me again, finger searching until it found the spot that made me buck. Calvin laughed quietly. “Like that?” He pressed again a few more times, reducing me to a quivering mess.
After having spent longer than I was used to being prepared—not that I’m complaining, because fingers have never felt so good—Calvin tore open the condom and tugged it down over himself.
“Does that fit you?”
He chuckled. “What a compliment. Yeah, of course.” He squirted more lube and got himself slick before taking my hips and lining up. He pressed the head of his cock against me and pushed slowly.
Calvin took a lot more time to make sure I was ready, and I found myself oddly touched. Neil had a tendency to rush, to make it a task instead of pleasure. Sometimes it wasn’t great for me, and sex ended up being uncomfortable, but Calvin had made it feel good from the start.
Really good. And he seemed to have enjoyed doing that for me.
But even still, he was bigger than what I was accustomed to, and the head of his cock was enormous. I shook as he pushed against the ring of muscles, groaning as he filled me. I wanted—loved—rough sex, but this part needed to be gentle. As fast and as frantic as I desired to be fucked, the initial moments I had to have slow.
Calvin read that request from my body language. He leaned over me, pressing our foreheads together as he paused to let me adjust. He leaned on his forearms on either side of my chest. He kissed my lips, cheeks, nose, and down my neck.
“Are you okay?” he whispered.
I nodded and let out a breath. “Y-Yeah.”
“Want me to move again?”
I gripped his biceps hard. “Just a little slow,” I said with a shaky voice.
Calvin gently thrust forward, easing a bit more of himself into me. I knew he wanted to move, but God, his patience was that of a saint as he calmly waited for my grip on his arms to loosen.
“Fuck,” he groaned. “Sebastian.”
“Good?” I asked.
He laughed quietly and kissed me again. “Sogood. So tight.”
I carefully wrapped my legs around Calvin’s hips, urging him forward. “You can move more.”
“Sure?”
I nodded.
