Epilogue #2
“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.
In one moment — I couldn’t keep track of the linear passage of time anymore — I found myself muffling my moans by biting the pillow, teeth gritted, fabric ripping.
In another, sweat was pouring down my face and fire was burning in my groin.
Yet another moment flashed before me, and I found myself lying on my back, my jockstrap gone, my dick throbbing and painfully hard.
I wrapped my legs around Sebastian’s waist as he re-entered me, my hands on his hard, swollen chest, and our brows touching. He was red and heated, just like me.
When Sebastian moved his hand between us to feel my stiff cock, I whimpered.
It was so abrupt that I hadn’t realized it would happen until it was too late.
Everything in me fluttered and tensed, my hole tightening hard around his dick and my balls rising.
Cum spilled out of me before I could even cry out, and Sebastian rammed deeper into me, grunting and throbbing. “Fuck,” he said, his voice cracking.
I moaned once, choking on it, and pulled him in closer, slamming our mouths together.
His whimpers poured into my mouth and his dick throbbed deep inside of me.
He swung his hips gently once again, sending ripples of pleasure through my body while my dick stopped pulsing.
The mess between our bodies concerned neither of us.
Sebastian held me firmly in his hand as he gently pulled out of me.
And when he was out, the wetness of lube and his saliva still felt warm all around my hole and inside of me.
The memory of friction burned through me even when we were done.
It took us a long time to catch our breaths, our hearts racing, our bodies coiled in a messy, exhausted heap.
The drowsiness set in, but I managed to crack a smile when our eyes met.
“I think,” I said softly, my voice sounding odd to my ears. “We’ll be fighting to bottom for the rest of our lives.”
Sebastian chuckled throatily and pressed his lips against mine, kissing me deeply like we were still in the heat of lust. When he pulled back, he looked into my eyes so lovingly it made my heart grow and tears well in my eyes.
I understood now the tears of joy that followed sex.
My chest couldn’t rise high enough to make room for my beating heart.
“I won’t fight you to top me,” Sebastian whispered in a naughty voice. “I’ll make you.”
I threw my arms around his body and pulled him in. I could feel his heart pounding next to mine.
No, I decided. You won’t have to make me do anything. Everything was better with Sebastian in the equation. There was nothing I wouldn’t do with him. And there was a lifetime of adventure ahead of us.