Page 90 of Carver’s Craving

“I’m sure you can.” He added a second finger. Then he scissored those fingers. Moving them in and out. Opening me up. After a bit of time, he twisted his wrist and brushed my prostate.

I saw stars as a jolt of electricity shot through my body.

“Prostate been neglected of late?” He chuckled as he brushed it again. And again.

“Keep that up and I’m going to fucking come.”

“That wouldn’t be so bad—”

“I want you in me, Styx. I need you to be in me when I, you know, climax.” Because this I knew in no uncertain terms. I didn’t just want him—the very core of my soul needed him. This connection meant everything.

“Okay.” He leaned forward and pressed a kiss to my lips. “I was planning to edge you by giving you a blow job.”

I groaned.

He laughed. “I can see tonight’s not the night, but I guarantee it’ll happen, eventually. I want this to be enjoyable, and I get the sense you’re not willing to wait another moment.”

“Nope. Absolutely not.” I pressed my heel against his thigh. “The sooner, the better.”

“Your wish is my command.” He slathered lube on his cock, put the bottle back on the nightstand, and positioned himself between my thighs.

We’d learned to put the lube off the bed because one night I’d tossed it carelessly and he’d wound up rolling on it in near dawn. Not the wake-up call he’d expected.

“I’m ready.” Nerves sang in anticipation. My entire body thrummed with need. I’d never wanted anything so much in my life. Except, perhaps, the second time I’d made love with Styx—when I’d known who he was.

“Okay, baby.” He leaned forward to line himself up, and he pressed into me.

No question about it—the burn was real.

If I’d had time to really plan this out, I would’ve prepped myself. Butt plug, dildo…just something. Except that might’ve taken away from this intimacy. So I kept breathing as his crown breached me. “I didn’t realize you were so big.” Said through gritted teeth.

He chuckled. “Something every man wants to hear. Only maybe not at this particular moment.”

“Fair.” I adjusted as best I could.

“Keep going?”

“Yes. God, yes. Don’t stop now.” Because that would negate the progress we’d made.

Slowly, inch by inch, he pressed into me. Making forward progress, pulling back a bit, pushing forward again. “God, baby, you’re so damn tight.”

Tell me something I don’t know. I wasn’t going to express that—because I didn’t want him doubting himself. Questioning whether or not he was doing this right. Whether or not this was a good idea at all. “It’s good, sweetheart. I swear.”

“I’m pretty sure you’re lying, but now’s probably not the time to call you on it. Almost there.” Those last words said through gritted teeth. Then he let out a sigh. “I’m all the way in.”

The feeling of being overfull was overwhelming and also precious at the same time. This man meant more to me than anything in the world. Than anyone else in the world. So I pressed my thumb to his frown line between his eyebrows. “I’m okay. In fact, I need you to move.” I had to believe the discomfort would ease once he was actually doing something.

“Yeah. Okay.” With a delicateness I hadn’t known possible of him, he withdrew almost to the tip. Then he pressed back in.

My body tingled with pleasure. “That. Again.”

“Sure,” he repeated the action over and over again. He let out a little grunt on each thrust.

I added a sound in the back of my throat. Something indescribable. An attempt to express pleasure. “Faster. I need more.”

“Yeah. Uh…grab your cock. Can you jack yourself?” His pace didn’t falter as he continued to push us both higher and higher.

Grabbing my cock was the easy part. Jerking myself to the rhythm he set proved tricky as his thrusts were increasing in both frequency and intensity. I was going out of my mind with the sensation overload.