“Just admiring the spectacular view,” I admit, smiling when he sucks in a quiet breath.
Reaching down, I pull his cheeks apart and use the pad of my finger to circle his hole, but a sudden surge of nerves has me freezing. I swallow, my belly performing summersaults as I hesitate to push myway inside. Alek, always so aware of my every move, turns his head to gaze at me. His eyes soften, most of the pleasure-lust fading.
“You don’t have to do anything that makes you feel uncomfortable,” he says softly.
I shake my head. “It’s not that. I just…I’ve never done this to someone else. How do I know— I don’t want to hurt you.”
Alek always knows exactly what to do to me, how to make me relax, to make me feel good…always seeming to know how much I can take. What if I misread his signals and I accidently hurt him?
“Hey, look at me,” he commands, that thread of dominance making my head snap up. He smiles softly before gentling his tone again. “You’ve been perfect tonight, so don’t start second-guessing yourself now. I want you to assume that if it feels good when I do it to you, it’ll feel good when you do it to me. Just as much as I’ll trust you to take care of me, you’ll trust me to communicate with you if anything doesn’t feel right. Trust is a two-way street, yes?”
I nod.
Yeah, okay, I can do that.
Without another word, my fingers return to circling his hole. His mouth falls open, his breathy hum encouraging me to continue. Slowly, I sink a finger inside him and groan at the hot, tight heat.
“That’s going to feel so good on my cock,” I gasp.
“More,” Alek demands, rolling his hips.
Giving him another finger, I take my time stretching him. Listening to his humming approvals and gasps of pleasure, my movements grow bolder as I find my confidence again. My fingers pump in and out of him, a surge of triumph lighting me up from the inside out when my fingers brush against something spongy that makes Alek cry out. Before long, two fingers become three and my cock aches to push inside.
“I’m ready. Be a good boy and give me your cock now,” Alek grunts.
A bolt of heat spears straight through me, that gruff tone causing me to jump into action. Every time he uses that tone, I become a pliant, gooey mess, eager and willing to obey. Pulling my fingers out, I position the tip of my bare cock at his entrance. That’s something else we talked about as we left the wedding—Alek told me he wants me to take him bare.
“I don’t want anything between us anymore,”he admitted.
Since our STI tests had recently come back negative, I immediately and enthusiastically agreed.
We both grunt when the head of my cock breaches his entrance as I resist the urge to rock into him, the exquisite heat strangling my cockhead, my eyes locking onto the place where we’re slowly joining together.
My big guy looks good taking my cock.
“Feel good?” I ask.
He gives me a jerky nod. “Baby, the stretch of your cock feels amazing but…just go slow, okay?”
Reaching beneath him, I trace his nipple with the pad of my thumb and my other fingers graze underneath his sensitive cockhead. It jerks, more precum oozing from the tip. As I continue petting and stroking, his melting tension allows me to slip in another inch. We continue in this pattern until our hips finally meet, and I let out a strangled choke as my eyes threaten to cross when his heat nearly strangles my dick.
“Fuccck,” Alek gasps. “Knew your cock would feel good inside me.”
My thrusts are tentative at first, slightly awkward until I find my rhythm. I groan every time he clenches around me, the tight pressure around my cock making my toes curl. Unable to help myself, I peerdown in awed rapture as his hole swallows me. Gradually, I begin picking up speed.
“You fuck me so well,” Alek purrs. “It feels fucking perfect.”
“You are strong, resilient, and fucking perfect.”
It hits me then, what he’s doing. What he he’s been doing since the day I cracked myself open in the supply closet and bared all my vulnerable parts to him. With every whispered praise, he’s been helping me drive out the voices inside my head that say I’m not good enough. Finding subtle ways to drown out every shitty thing Evelyn ever said to me, every shitty thing I ever gave myself permission to believe. He’s quietly kept the promise he made to her on the phone, going about it so subtly that I almost didn’t notice, did I?
Even now, while I’m fucking him, he’s doing what he can to keep those voices at bay.
“Every day he spends with me, I’m going to show him how worthy he is. How absolutely, fucking perfect he is. I’m going to drill it into his head, and it’s going to drown out every shitty thing you’ve ever said to him. I’m going to build back up the very thing you tried to break, until he sees for himself how strong and resilient he is.”
Tears blur my vision, this knowledge threatening to steal my breath. This man…he makes it so easy to love him. And he deserves to know that, doesn’t he?
“Hey, Alek?” I gasp.
