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“You sure about this?” I ask, wondering how he’s okay with this. He’s about to have sex with a man. I half expect him to run away, but he just swallows and nods.
“Not scared?”
“Nah,” he breathes.
“Fine. I’m going to sit on you,” I say, happy my voice doesn’t betray my nerves. Because he’s bigger than I’ve ever had. Not that I’ll ever tell him that.
“This doesn’t mean you get to touch me, so hands to yourself.”
His hands curl into fists at his hips.
“Scoot down a bit.”
Sem does as he’s told until his ass is nearly hanging off the couch, and then I straddle those muscular legs.
“Ready to be proven wrong?” I ask. I push him back with the tips of my fingers so he’s farther away from me, and then I grasp onto my thighs for leverage. I’m going to need all the help I can get.
Sem doesn’t even nod, just gulps as I grab onto his dick and position it at my hole. And then, without warning, I sink down onto it, the thick head slipping inside of me.
Sem exhales sharply, and his eyes move from the spot where we connect back to my face.
I try to keep my voice even as I explain, “This lube is a miracle, really. Spent a fortune on it and I’m not disappointed.” I sink down a little more as Sem bites down on his bottom lip.
Oh god, this is so satisfying, watching him try and control himself. His first time with a man, and he likes it more than he thought he would. I smirk at him as I take him a little deeper, his thick, long cock stretching me almost painfully.
“See? Easy,” I say, my voice a little breathless.
“I’m not even a quarter of the way in,” he mutters, and I sink down a little lower to spite him.
His nostrils flare, and I breathe through my nose and then bear down and take him almost to the hilt.
His eyes widen, and his mouth parts slightly as he pants. “Fuck,” he mutters.
“Almost. There,” I breathe and then, on an exhale, sit on him entirely.
Sem’s chest heaves, and we just sit there, our eyes locked––my hazel to his ocean blue.
“Told you,” I whisper, trying to sound smug, but I just sound turned on. Because he feels way too good inside of me, and despite my mind not wanting to like it, my dick really, really does. It’s hard, straining against my jockstrap and leaking profusely. If I look, I can see a wet spot right there.
Oh dammit.
But if Sem notices my current state of arousal, he doesn’t say anything. He just sits still, his eyes locked onto mine from his slumped position on the couch.
“I win,” I add and then tell myself to move off him, but I don’t. I just sit there until Sem arches his hips slightly. My breath catches in my throat, and my fingers clench my thighs so tightly that it’s almost painful.
“So, you can take it,” he concedes, his voice like gravel, and then adds, “But what about actually being fucked by it.”
“You don’t think I can be fucked by your massive dick?” I ask, wiggling slightly on top of him because it feels unnatural to be impaled by him and not move.
He hisses. “Exactly.”
Instead of answering, I simply lift myself until I’m at the tip of his cock and then slowly slide back down.
“Jesus,” he pants.
“Like that?”
Sem swallows and nods once.
