Preston
My head is spinning as Vadim carries me over to his bed.
We're boyfriends!
And he initiated it, which fills my heart in a way I have no words for. Our first time together is going to be even more special.
He lowers me onto the edge of his bed like I'm the most precious thing in the world.
"Roll over," he instructs in a low, commanding whisper.
I crawl onto the bed, on my hands and knees with him behind me. He dried off the top half and front of my body in the bathroom but not the backs of my legs and my butt. Using the towel he flung across his shoulder, he starts drying me off in slow, deliberate strokes.
A pang of guilt hits me.
I really wish I'd told him about my eye condition before we became boyfriends, but I honestly wasn't expecting him to say that. I push the feeling aside and double down on telling him first thing tomorrow morning. Even if there's the possibility of a round two, I won't take it.
Nothing will stop me from telling him the well-overdue truth.
Vadim dabs my feet, calves, thighs, and back until they're completely dry. Then the towel lands on my ass. He stops dabbing lightly and instead, applies firmer pressure. After a few moments, the towel gets tossed onto the floor, but his hands continue the motion.
And then…
I inhale sharply.
What is he doing?
"Lie down flat."
His voice is so irresistibly deep, I collapse onto the mattress like a pancake. Vadim's fingers spread my cheeks apart, and he goes back to doing what he was doing moments ago—eating me out.
Actually, eating is probably the wrong word. It's more like feasting.
Vadim's tongue is supercharged, like a hurricane, licking inside and outside my hole with a strength I didn't know a tongue could have. Pleasure erupts, shooting out in waves that reach the top of my head and the tips of my toes. Toes he had in his mouth and peppered with kisses in the bathtub.
I had an inkling Vadim would be good in bed, but he's already blowing my sky-high expectations out of the water.
As he slurps on my ass, I feel a new sensation.
A pressure.
It takes my brain a second to figure out he's slipped a finger inside me. He keeps on with the rimming, sliding his finger in and out around his lips and tongue. I yank his expensive sheets between my fingers and succumb to the incredible pleasure he's wringing from my body.
One finger becomes two. I haven't seen or heard him open a lube bottle, so I assume he must be using spit.
No one has ever made me feel so safe, so cherished, so beautiful before. Being assaulted made me wary of men and is the reason why I established my three-date rule in the first place.
But Vadim isn't like any other guy I've ever met. He's the real fucking deal. A true man. One who recognizes that real power isn't something to take, it's something you earn.
Keeping his fingers inside me, his lips leave my ass.
"I normally only fuck bare," he murmurs, his voice hoarse. "But we can use condoms if you prefer."
Without waiting for me to respond, he gets up and walks over to his bedside drawer and pulls out a bottle of lube and a strip of condoms.
"I'm not on PrEP," I tell him, rolling over onto my back. "Since, you know…"
Until I met you, I was a loser so desperate to get his mom off his back he made up a fake boyfriend.
"I am on PrEP, but I haven't been with anyone since I was last tested, and I was clear then. But like I said…"
He dangles the condoms in front of his body. They would be the smarter choice, the safer one…
Actually, no.
What am I saying?
Of course Vadim hasn't been with anyone else, and I take him at his word. If he got tested and was fine, then he's fine. He's never once lied to me, why would he start now?
Besides…
"I want to feel you raw," I whisper.
"You sure, Pres? There's no pressure from me. I won't be offended at all if you want to use a rubber."
"I don't," I insist more loudly. "I trust you, and I want us to be as close as physically possible."
"Okay, good."
He tosses the condoms aside then practically collapses on top of me, leaving just enough space between our bodies so he doesn't crush me.
He starts kissing me all over—my throat, the tops of my shoulders, my pecs. Everywhere but on my mouth, which is what I'm wanting.
When I try to guide him up to my lips, he moves out of my reach.
"What's wrong?" I ask. "Why don't you want to kiss me?"
He shakes his head. "I want to kiss you more than anything, Pres. It's just…I can't tell for sure, but I probably have the taste of your ass all over my mouth. Thought that might gross you out."
His thoughtfulness pulls at my heart.
"Come here, you." I grab him by the back of his neck and pull him in toward me. "Thank you for being so considerate."
I bring my tongue to his lips and swipe across them. To be honest, I can't really taste anything. All I get is the tiniest whiff of a manly scent.
"All good?" Vadim checks.
"Perfect. My ass tastes amazing. Now kiss me while you fuck me, please."
"On it."
As we make out, Vadim eases us into the center of the bed. I hear the schmich of the lube bottle opening as Vadim cracks the lid off without breaking the kiss. A few seconds later, something distinctly cold and wet lands near my ass.
I wince.
"Sorry, sorry, sorry. I know it's cold," Vadim says, his deep voice so reassuring. "It'll warm up in a bit."
We continue kissing.
Seconds float by, and at some point, Vadim has worked two, then three fingers into me, circling the walls of my channel, preparing me for what's to come.
His thickness isn't what worries me, it's the length. No one's ever touched my second ring before. I'm so happy Vadim is going to be the first.
"You ready?" he asks, strands of hair falling messily over his forehead.
I run my hands through his silky soft hair. "I am. I'm ready for you, Vadim."
He nods then lifts himself upright, squeezes out some lube onto his outstretched palm, then greases up his massive shaft, base to head, until it makes a squelchy sound as he strokes himself.
"I'll go slow," he tells me when he returns to his position over me.
"I know you will."
He holds one of my legs out to the side, and his other hand is near my hole, stretching it open as he nudges his cockhead against it.
"Keep breathing, and tell me if it hurts. I'll stop immediately."
"Okay."
I close my eyes to help me concentrate on doing just that.
In, out. In, out. In, out.
Vadim slides his cock into me, and even though he's going slow and being as careful as he can, the pressure is insane.
In through the nose, out through the mouth.
With my eyes still closed, my hands find his shoulders, and I pull him into me. The abrupt shift in the angle of his body electrifies my entire body, and my lower back arches off the bed.
"You okay?" he checks.
My eyes snap open. "Actually, yeah. This position rocks."
"Good. I'm almost all the way in. I'm going to back out now then slowly go back in. Okay?"
I meet his gaze. "Okay."
I hook my legs around Vadim's back as he begins to roll his hips, his dick sliding in and out. There's not a single part of me that doubts he's going to take care of me.
He's called himself a Dom, and I want him to unleash that side. But I love, love, love how careful he's being with me in this initial stage, making sure I'm completely comfortable and ready before giving me the pounding I need so badly.
After a few minutes of controlled, incrementally building movement, my hole relaxes fully.
I grab the sides of his face, kiss him passionately, then whisper into his ear, "Fuck me like a dirty little slut, please."
Grunting his response, Vadim unleashes his powerdom side, picking up the pace and fucking into me with an entirely new intensity.
There, that's not so bad. I can handle this.
That thought gets incinerated as Vadim hooks his hands under my knees and folds me in half like a pretzel, my ass sticking out in the air.
Letting go of my legs, which stay dangling near my face, he places his arms in a wide grip at the edge of the bed, like he's ready to do a pushup, ensuring his cock is directly above my entrance, then starts fucking me.
"Holy shit, that's so good," I manage to get out as he drives into me.
I never knew such a position even existed. But if I think this is the height of Vadim's experimentation, the next two hours prove me wrong.
He fucks me like that, then he rolls me over onto all fours and fucks me doggy style.
Then he pushes me down so my chest is on the mattress but hikes my ass into the air to plow into it that way. His foot pushes down against the side of my face, which I absolutely fucking love.
Then he lifts me up, my back pressed to his front, carries me to the wall so I'm leaning against it, and proceeds to jackhammer me with my feet off the ground.
His stamina is out of this world. He's not just fucking me, he's getting in a full cardio and strength-training workout at the same time.
Sensing I could be getting sore, we end up on the bed in missionary, his strokes long and deep, but he's dialed down on the insane pace he's been cracking.
He starts jerking me off.
"I want you to come, Pres."
"I'm close," I manage, whimpering because his dick is hitting an incredible spot right now.
"Good."
He strengthens his grip and strokes me faster, harder.
"Oh, shit."
I latch onto his shoulders.
"I'm so fucking close," I whisper like it's a secret.
That only spurs him on, his hips matching his hand as he fucks into me while jerking me off at the same time.
I huff out a series of breaths, and then it hits me, a wall of pleasure so intense, so severe, I almost black out, my body twisting and writhing as my cock erupts, shooting out what feels like a gallon of cum all over myself.
Vadim rears back and lets out an almighty roar.
"I'm comingggg," he growls, and a few seconds later, my insides fill with his warm, gooey release.
He lets out a long breath that acts like a fan against my burning skin.
"That feels nice," I tell him, stroking his arm.
It takes him a second to register what I'm referring to. When he figures it out, he continues breathing gently over my face, my chest, my arms, to keep cooling me down.
He stops and says, "I'm going to pull out of you."
"Kiss me," I say, knowing the loss of him is going to be devastating, hoping the kiss will lessen some of the pain.
He brings his lips to mine, kissing me steadily as the bubble of pressure our bodies created together disappears.
"That was amazing," I murmur into his mouth.
Vadim pulls back. "Who says it’s over?"
Before I know what's happening, Vadim slides down the bed and is back to eating me out again.
Except this time, he's way more intense about it. Now I'm the one playing catch-up, but when I get it, my mouth falls open.
"Are you doing what I think you're doing?"
"Depends." He pulls off my ass and grins up at me. "What do you think I'm doing?"
I feel dirty just thinking it, how on earth am I going to say it?
Thankfully, Vadim saves me. "I want to eat my load out of your ass, Pres."
Yep, that's what I thought.
"Um, I've never done this before. Not sure what I have to do exactly."
"It's fine, I'll guide you through it." He slides his tongue along my crack, his fingers pressing on my cheeks, exposing my freshly fucked hole.
"Just breathe, relax, and when you're ready, ever so gently push out.
Don't worry if it makes a funny noise or anything, that's perfectly normal. I got you, mój kochany."
Those two words banish any lingering self-doubts, and I close my eyes again, repeating Vadim's instructions in my mind, deepening each inhale and exhale to get myself as relaxed as I can be, and then, when I feel ready, and with Vadim lapping at my entrance, I push out.
A few tiny gurgly sounds fill the air, but they're quickly overtaken by Vadim's greedy slurps. He doesn't let a single drop go to waste, running his fingers along the inside of my thighs and scooping any bit he may have missed into his mouth.
I've never experienced anything hotter.
An idea pops into my head.
I sit up and lean into him, grab the sides of his face, and then crash my lips to his. His cum, that he just sucked out of me, he now pushes into my mouth. It's warm and salty with just the barest tinge of bitterness to it.
We kiss until it's all gone.
I lick my lips. "You taste so good."
He runs a finger over my abs and scoops some of my cum into his mouth.
"Wish I could taste you back, but I'm going to assume it's as incredible as the rest of you."
I smile. "Who would've thought you could be so sweet? Especially after that pounding you gave me."
"Are you okay? Was it too hard?"
"It was perfect."
"What about the foot thing on your face?"
"What about it?
"Was that too much?"
"Not at all."
"I-I've never done that before. Don't know what came over me."
"I've never done that before either. But I loved it." I lower my voice even though there's no reason to. "I felt so sexy. Like I was your naughty little slut."
"You are my naughty little slut. Here." He gently swipes the side of my mouth with his thumb. "You had a bit of cum there."
I grab his wrist and thrust his thumb into my mouth, staring deeply into his eyes as I suck the remnants off.
After that, we climb under the sheets.
I don't remember much of what happens next.
My eyes get heavy, and as I snuggle into Vadim's warm body, my thoughts begin to drift, interrupted only by that annoying, persistent voice in the back of my head reminding me, actually, no, scolding me into telling Vadim about my condition first thing tomorrow morning.
I will, I will, I think to myself to push it away and not let it intrude on this magical moment, falling asleep with Vadim after he fucked the living daylights out of me.
I shuffle back against him, soak in the warmth and strength of his body entwined with mine, and allow myself to fully enjoy this final moment before everything changes forever.