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Sebastian dragged himself up the length of the bed while I lay still. And as I opened my mouth, the thrill of anticipation pressed on my chest. I could barely take a deep breath, opting for short and shallow panting while Sebastian slowly pushed his dick into my mouth.
The gentleness faded slowly and what remained was the wild and passionate play. There was nobody in the world who made me this comfortable with nudity and sex. There was nobody who made things feel so easy.
Sebastian’s cock filled my mouth and eventually my throat, making my heart race and moans drag from my nose whenever he allowed the air to flow in and out of me. His beautiful muscles bunched with effort and his bronze skin glistened with a thin layer of perspiration. The scent of his natural musk was faint but present enough to make me salivate.
I relaxed my throat for him, letting him choke me for as long as I could take it. Panic was such a natural part of this experiment that I reveled in it. It was there, driving my pulse to speed up and my body to tremble. But I persevered. Only when it truly felt like too much would I tap his hip gently, and Sebastian would pull himself back, letting me catch a breath. His throbbing in my mouth and throat only furthered my longing for our bodies to merge into one and our souls to play across the stars.
“I want you,” I whispered hoarsely when he pulled himself back after a long session of training my throat. “I want you so bad, baby.”
Sebastian wore a sexy smile as he moved back from me. He was hard as marble, his dick stiff and straight, his torso towering as he knelt between my spread legs. I’d never seen anyone so beautiful.
I bit my lip playfully and turned around to lie on my front, hooking the waistband of my sweatpants with my thumbs on the small of my back. I dragged it slowly over my curved ass and loved the short gasp of delight from Sebastian. “Fuck,” he murmured.
“Do you like it?” I asked, my tone sluttier than I’d intended. I stifled a chuckle.
Sebastian pulled my sweatpants lower and I felt his hands on my bare cheeks. His thumbs slipped under the straps and pulled them up. A whimper burst out of me when Sebastian released the straps and they snapped back on my ass. His hands squeezed my cheeks firmly. “You really planned this out.” The admiration in his voice was unmistakable. “And yes,” he added. “I love it.” The last part he said quietly and I felt the hotness of his breath on my bare skin. My cock throbbed against the plastic cup and I whimpered into the pillow.
I could feel goosebumps rising over my skin, the tingling following them, and I held my breath. Sebastian’s heated breath was getting closer until the moment his flesh touched mine. Between my cheeks, his lips and tongue and hot exhales made an explosion of sensations. I opened my mouth, still not breathing, and widened my eyes. The warmth and giddiness filled me as Sebastian pressed his tongue hard against my hole.
“How’s that?” he purred after a moment.
I shuddered as I exhaled. “So fucking good.” How had I not let him do this sooner?
My eyes rolled back in my skull as Sebastian ravenously buried his face between my cheeks, tickling and tingling, pleasuring and devouring. He ate me and ravaged me with his lips and tongue, holding back nothing.
His hands worked my cheeks as though what he did with his tongue wasn’t enough. The sensations swirled through me, making my head spin and thoughts wander away from me. I was lost in the land of pleasure and he was my only guide, my compass, a brave adventurer. He pushed his tongue almost into me, my body tensing, closing up, protecting itself from the novelty of the sensation. But I had seen Sebastian react the very same way, nearly every time, at first. He knew some trick in order to relax his muscles and allow me inside.
“Your finger,” I said, my voice husky and strained.
With the tip of his finger, Sebastian merely circled my rim. I’d done that to myself earlier, without going in, but it was a vastly different feeling when it was my controlled finger versus his. However much I trusted him, my body wasn’t able to surrender itself to his mercy so completely.
“I’m ready,” I said, although I wasn’t sure if that was entirely true.
True or not, Sebastian obeyed. His finger, thin as it was, entered me slowly, but my eyes bulged anyway. A strangled moan hitched in my throat. I wrapped my arms around the pillow, holding onto it as fear raced through my body, keeping my muscles tight and knotted. Yet Sebastian knew what he was doing, probably because I had done it to him countless times. He brought his tongue to my rim, soothing my body with the warmth and softness of his touch and penetrating me with his finger so carefully that I had no choice but to admit it was not an attack.
He probed me carefully while my hole slowly relaxed. It allowed his finger inside, and I seemed to be able to breathe again, even if it was only in shallow gasps.
Firmer, Sebastian’s hand moved back and forth, his other hand massaging my left cheek. He turned his wrist this way and that, the sensation traveling through me, spilling in my abdomen like warm waves splashing over my body.
When my love pushed another finger into me, I cried out and choked, remembering too late to relax and let him stretch me. He was careful and slow while my body adjusted to the extra finger. Then, I felt him enter me deeper. I hadn’t realized he’d been keeping it from me, but now that he thrust his fingers into me and rubbed against my prostate, I thought the injection of sudden pleasure would make me faint.
And when I told him I was ready, he slipped on a condom and poured so much lube over his thick cock that I was scared once again. Did he need that much? Was it going to hurt? I had once seen him cry, though he told me it wasn’t from pain or sadness, when worry had spiked in me, and I had stopped. It had made him that happy, he had told me.
Sebastian pushed a pillow under my crotch, my dick battling the confines of the jockstrap’s cup and the pressure of the pillow when I let myself sink down on it.
Kneeling behind me, my boyfriend thrust his dick between my cheeks, his hands on my ass, for a short time. Then, asking me once again if I was sure and after hearing a very enthusiastic yes, he pressed the tip of his cock firmly against my hole.
“Relax,” he whispered.
I knew what he meant. He wasn’t telling me to soothe my anxiety but to open up to him. So I did. I relaxed and pushed my butt slightly back to him, letting him know I was his to use.
The ripping, splitting sensation slashed through me for one instant that seemed frozen in time. As though we were stuck in it, stuck between one second and the next, I was aware of the pain that whitened my vision. And in the next heartbeat, the pain was subsiding, and Sebastian’s dick was inside of me. What I’d thought of as pain was nothing but pure warmth now. It tingled through me quickly, reaching as far as my curled toes and a strangled moan dragged from my throat.
Sebastian grabbed a fistful of hair on the back of my head, holding my head high, letting my mouth hang open and moans float out of me. His dick pushed deeper into me after a few careful thrusts, and his hips swung back and forth with surprising firmness. In all of that, I was hardly aware that anything existed outside of us, outside of this feeling. It was so sweet and wonderful; it felt like the completeness I had lacked all my life.
Harder and faster, although still far more careful than I was with him after all these months, Sebastian filled me deeper. He rammed into me, grunting and sighing and whispering how tight I was and how good it felt, all the while asking me if I was okay.
I wanted to tell him how great he felt inside of me. I wanted to tell him to keep going, to fuck me, to ruin me, to make me his. But I couldn’t move my lips. I was a mess of feelings, and if I tried talking, I feared I would only drool like his dick had left me brain-dead. Luckily, he didn’t need my input. He wrapped his arms around me and fucked me hard from behind.
