“You might still. Some guys can come with just prostate stimulation.”
“I want to come with you inside me.” He said the words with absolute seriousness.
“Yeah, me too.” I ran my hand around his rim.
He gasped. “That’s a little chilly.”
“Don’t worry. I’ll heat you up.” Slowly I slid my index finger into him.
His dark-brown eyes widened. “That feels…strange…”
I wiggled my finger. “I’m going to add a second—”
“Yes. That. Please.”
“My pleasure.” So I added a second. With infinitesimal progress, I eased inside him.
He whimpered. In a good way.
I angled my wrist until I found that spongy spot.
His head bobbed. “Holy shit.”
Gently, I pressed it.
His cock pulsed.
“I feel…”
“Yeah?”
“More?”
I laughed. “Only a bit. I still have to loosen you up.” I did another couple passes and then focused on scissoring my fingers to try to open him.
He sighed and relaxed into my touch.
I’d never made love to a virgin before. My ex had been way more experienced than me—for which I’d been grateful. Deep in my heart, I hoped this meant even more to Cameron. I wanted a connection with him. Down to the marrow of my bones, I wanted this to be special. “You ready?”
“As much as I’ll ever be.”
“That’s true.” I removed my hand, added lube to my palm, then slathered my cock. “This might hurt.”
“I know you’ll do your best.”
God. That absolute trust touched my soul in a way I never could’ve anticipated. I’d been attracted to him from the moment we’d met. My feelings had intensified over the weeks. The blow jobs should’ve been the moment of true connection, but it’d been when he made me sandwiches and packed a lunch.
Things that made my heart gopitter-patter.
I knelt between his legs and lined up my cock. “You okay?”
“Yes. Please just…do it, okay? I know it’ll hurt. But then it’ll feel good.”
All things that were true.
So I pressed in. Slowly. Gently. Through the incredibly tight fit, I pushed until my crown was inside him.
His breathing shallowed.
