Page 47 of Brought By the Storm

I took that as a cue to give him a reprieve while I re-opened the bottle of lubricant. I covered my fingers and took the same, slow approach to stretching Carrington that he had taken with me. I was in awe, watching myself penetrating the man who had turned me into a worshiping, blathering, sex-crazed disciple. He was doing well until I inserted the second finger, which caused him to intake a large gasp of air. “Are you okay?”

“Shit. That stings,” he admitted.

I knew if I pulled out, he’d fear trying again. Instead, I stopped moving my hand, and took his dick in my mouth. I licked and sucked until I knew the sensation of pleasure overtook his discomfort. After a while, I was moving the second finger in a fraction at a time, still slurping on his cock. I let it fall from my lips so I could see how he was doing. “I’m all the way in with two fingers, Carrington.”

He nodded, but I could tell he had reservations. “Try the submarine. I think it’s thinner than your two fingers.”

I didn’t think that was true, but once I retrieved the toy, I realized he might be right. I lubed it, then began to submerge it in his ass. He continued to take deep breaths, but didn’t protest the intrusion. Once it was inserted, I kissed his balls and his cock, getting him back to a firmer erection. “How does that feel?”

He nodded like a man in pain who wanted to convince me he wasn’t. “Sure. Good.”

“Relax,” I whispered. “It will get better. I promise.” I resumed blowing him, feeling him swell in my mouth. He was panting now, and he reached for my hand that was holding the sex toy, helping me maneuver it in and out of him. He began to groan and gasp, then he tugged and pushed our combined hands harder with each pass. I realized he had found the joy of his prostate.

“Eric, Eric,” he was crying. “It’s so fucking intense. I’m going to shoot.”

I was ready. I knew what he wanted. I sucked in the head of his penis and let him unleash his load in my mouth. I pulled off before he finished so some of his cum could splatter my lips and cheeks. I relished the heat of his semen in and on me—knowing it was his ecstasy from what I had done for him.

“Was it okay?” I asked with some worry when he hadn’t spoken.

Carrington looked down at my cum-soaked face and grinned. “Look at you. How do you still look so sweet, even with spunk all over you?” He brushed a thumb over my face, massaging his cum into my skin.

He reached for the jock strap he had dropped by the couch, then wiped my face with it. “I’m…I don’t know what. But that was amazing. It was the most alive I’ve felt…well, ever.”

I hugged him tight with relief, enjoying the sound of his heavy breathing in my ear and feeling his strong arms resting on my back. “I think we have a pool of cum in between our stomachs again.” I noted.

“Maybe we should go shower?” he suggested, pulling the purple object from his ass.

I nodded, somewhat reluctant to leave his arms. I wanted to clothe myself when we pulled apart, but I knew he would be insulted by a renewed modesty on my part, so I refrained. I took his hand as he used his other to throw the toys and clothes back in the bag. We walked together to the upstairs bathroom. I knew he was looking me over the entire time, and I feared I was blushing. “Um, you want to shower together?” I wondered.

“Sure,” he replied, his gaze intense.

After we finished washing each other under the hot water, Carrington wrapped me in a warm bath towel. He took another from the shelf to dry my hair, chest, arms and legs. I took the towel off me, and used it to dry his own wet form—feeling a need to dry certain places more than was necessary. He chuckled and pulled me into an embrace. “What now, Prince Eric?”

I sighed. I did feel like royalty. “Can we go lie on the bed and cuddle some more?”

“Hmm,” he assented. “You go lie down. I’ll be but a minute or two. Let me just check in back home, okay? Then we’ll nap.”

“Maybe afterward, we can eat then go outside for a bit? It looks nice out today. I think the humidity from the storm has passed.”

“Sure.”

I had opened the bedroom windows, and a soft breeze was blowing the curtains. It felt wonderful against my naked skin. I got into the bed, pulling the sheet up to my stomach. I knew it was false modesty at this point, but I couldn’t help myself. Once Carrington re-emerged, still naked, he gave me a side-eye glance to show he didn’t approve, though his slight grin signaled he understood me. I enjoyed watching his muscles move as he approached the bed, his maleness swinging with every step. He climbed onto the mattress with me, shimmying his way under the cover as well. I sighed with contentment when he pulled me back into his strong arms, cradling me until we both fell asleep.