He didn’t have to tell me twice. Kneeling between his legs, I grabbed hold of the flimsy panties and slipped them over his hips and down his legs, tossing them onto the floor in one deft move. He breathed a sigh of relief as I wrapped my hand around his cock and he lifted himself up on his elbows to watch me.
I licked over the wet head, tasting his salty, sweet flavor on my tongue and I reached my hand down around my own cock, giving it a few firm strokes. I opened my mouth wider and began sliding my lips down his long shaft, alternately sucking him off and swirling my tongue around him. His hands landed on my head again, holding me in place as his hips arched off the bed, making his cock slide further down my throat. My head bobbed up and down for several minutes, my wrist twisting along the base of his cock as I coaxed more of his delicious juices from his slit.
He let out a frustrated whimper when I stopped a few minutes later and climbed up and over his body. His eyes were unfocused, and his pupils blown wide with lust and damn if it didn’t make me proud that I’d been the one to put that look on his face.
“Why’d you stop?” he whispered, rubbing his thumb over my bottom lip.
“Because I want more tonight,” I said softly.
Oliver licked his lips. “We can do as much as you’re comfortable with.”
I gave him a gentle peck on his lips. “That’s the thing. I want it all.”
“You want to fuck me?” he asked, a small smile beginning to grow.
My lips brushed over his as I shook my head. “No. I want you to fuck me. I want to feel you moving inside me, baby.” I could tell I’d surprised him by the look on his face, but this wasn’t a spur-of-the-moment idea for me.
“While you were gone, I did some more research, so I’d know a little more about what to expect. Earlier, I made sure I was prepared. I even spent a little time stretching myself.” My face felt hot as I admitted that last part.
Oliver bit his lip. “Oh, fuck, that’s hot! Did you get any supplies? I mean, condoms and lube?” I nodded with a smirk. “Well, damn. Aren’t you just full of surprises.” He grinned.
I jumped off of him and walked around the bed, opening the side table drawer and pulling out the supplies I’d purchased that morning. He slid off the bed and walked over to me, taking the bottle of lube and inspecting the label.
“This is a good brand,” he said, sounding impressed.
“Told you I did my research,” I said rather smugly.
Oliver laughed. “Okay, smart guy. On the bed.” I crawled to the middle of the bed and lay down on my back. “It might be easier on your hands and knees your first time,” he suggested, but I shook my head.
“No. I have to see you. I want to be able to look into your eyes,” I told him. Oliver’s eyes softened, brimming with love for me.
He climbed onto the bed and hovered over me. He smiled at me softly and then kissed me. And oh, God, how he kissed me! It was like a switch had suddenly flipped and he went from being soft, playful Oliver to Take Charge Oliver. My head was spinning, and I was out of breath by the time we ended the kiss.
“I’m going to make you feel so good, honey,” he promised. I was still too weak to respond, so I just nodded my head.
I could hear his throaty chuckle as he shifted down the bed. Moments later, my cock was surrounded by a perfect, wet, blinding heat and I let out a guttural moan. Oliver knew just what to do to drive me wild. He licked over the head of my cock and then pursed his lips, blowing cool air over my wet flesh then he swallowed me to the back of his throat, hollowing his cheeks to add suction on the way back up.
“Oliver!” I cried. I wasn’t even sure what I was asking for. All I knew was that I didn’t want him to hold anything back. I wanted him to do every single thing to me.
As if he heard my thoughts, he lowered his head and licked my sac. His tongue was merciless as he laved my balls, sucking one and then the other into his hot mouth. I gasped as he moved even further down and holding me open with his hands, licked a warm, wet path right over my hole. I’d read about rimming in my research and even seen it done in the little bit of porn I’d watched, but none of that had prepared me for how incredible it would actually feel.
My fingers gripped the sheets, twisting and pulling at them as my brain tried to make sense of the myriad of new sensations. Just as I thought I had a handle on them, Oliver switched things up again by pressing a wet finger to my opening. I tensed at first, but the gentle touch of his hand on my stomach had a calming effect. I breathed in and forced myself to relax.
He pushed his finger in, slowly working me open as his tongue went back to licking around my rim. “I need more,” I pleaded a few moments later, reaching a hand down to pull on my cock. Oliver obliged, carefully sliding in another finger and I sighed because it felt even better than before.
“Please, baby, I need to feel you now,” I begged.
Oliver climbed to his knees between my legs and reached for the foil packet, tearing it open with his teeth. He watched the hand that was stroking my cock through hooded eyes as he pinched the tip of the condom and slid it down his cock. He grabbed the bottle of lube next. Hearing the click of the cap being opened sent a shiver down my spine and my skin pebbled in anticipation. He made quick work of slicking his cock then rubbed a liberal amount over my pucker.
I hadn’t even realized I was holding my breath as he lined the head of his cock up with my hole, but Oliver missed nothing. Placing one hand on the mattress beside my head, he leaned down and looked right into my eyes.
“Are you sure?”
“About this, about you. Yes, I’m sure about all of it,” I whispered.
His lips landed on mine and our tongues mated with each other as he slowly pressed inside. The pain was immense, stealing my breath and making my eyes screw tightly shut. I laid a hand on his chest, letting him know that I needed a minute. Oliver leaned his forehead on mine and whispered words of encouragement, and soon, I could feel the tight ring of muscle give way.
His movements were slow and steady, sliding in, inch by blessed inch until he was fully seated inside me. His breathing was labored and sweat dotted the skin above his brow from the strain of holding himself back, but still, he waited patiently until I nodded my head. As the pain gave way, turning into something infinitely more amazing, I began to revel in the feeling of fullness. Knowing that it was Oliver, specifically, who was making love to me made it even better.
