I can see the way his muscles have pulled taut, his abs flexing with every small thrust of my hips. Without a second thought, I lean over his body, keeping myself still as I suck one of his pert nipples into my mouth.
“Fuck!” he shouts, his back arching and forcing me inside of him just a bit more.
I groan into his skin, lapping up the taste of him as he pulses around me frantically. “Cam, baby, don’t squeeze like that or I’ll lose my mind.”
“I c-can’t help it!” Cameron tells me, and I chuckle, a pained and forced sound. “Are you all the way in?”
Poor, poor boy. I lean back up to my full height, looking to where I’m only roughly three-quarters of the way buried inside of him.
“Uh,” I start.
“Please say yes.Please. I think any more will kill me.” Cameron sounds panicked, his knuckles white with how hard he’s gripping the fabric under us, his robe lying open and collecting some of our sweat.
“Listen,” I command, reaching down to hold his face in the palm of my hands. If there’s one thing I know about him, it’s that Cameron needs direction. He needs to betoldwhat is going to happen and how to handle it. It comforts him. “I’m going to push the rest of the way in, and you’re going to take it. You’re going to be good and swallow me up, just like I know you can.”
He says nothing, only staring up at me with wide, glazed eyes.
I scoot my knees in tighter, causing his thighs to fall over top of mine, and sink the rest of the way in.
“Atticus,”Cameron cries.
It must be a lot. I know I’m big—though nothuge—and he’s an anal virgin. But he’s also strong, clearly capable, and in desperate need of pleasure.
I sit still, letting him adjust as I rub my thumbs over his red cheeks.
“That’s it,” I murmur. “There we go.”
“W-when will it… When will it stop hurting?” He sounds so sad, so worn out already.
“Soon, sweetheart. I promise.”
I glide a hand up his thigh and resume stroking him with a tighter fist. Cameron’s breath hitches, and slowly, I can feel him adjust and loosen around me.
It’s a long process, one in which he continues to accommodate me with each second. And as I gently pull out, whispering soothing words to him as I sink back in, the rain begins to fall.
From his stormy eyes fall fat tears, and his lips start trembling even more noticeably.
“Still hurt, baby?” I ask him, thrusting slow and steady, searching for that little spot again.
“N-no… It’s fading. I’m just… you’re just… I feel full.”
I’m overwhelming him. I’m tearing him apart moment by moment and enjoying every singular second of it. I feel like aman;I feel larger than life.
“I know,” I croon. “I wish you could see it—how your hole is stretching so wonderfully. How you’re taking me so well.”
Cameron groans, and I’m mesmerized by the sight before me. His body is sucking me in, his skin flushed, the way his face is subtly shifting from uncertain and uncomfortable to a gentle bliss.
I begin to rock my hips a bit faster, moving my hands to grip his hips and lift him just a bit, rubbing andrubbinghis inner walls as I search for that sensitive bundle of nerves more frantically with each second.
And as I find it, finally massaging my head over it, Cameron mewls. It’s a loud, unhinged sound that rips free from his throat and soaks into my flesh like a sweet symphony.
“There,”I groan, hitting that same angle once more.
“P-please,” he pleads, and not for the first time, this strong and beautiful man appears to be someone much smaller and delicate before me. “It feels so much hotter with you inside.”
“Fuck,” I grit out, thrusting faster, harder.
Just as I think he might ask me to slow down, or to let him adjust some more, all things considered, Cameron reaches down and hooks his hands beneath his own knees, drawing his thighs against his chest.
