Briar
The second he licks my asshole, I gasp.
Just like when he licked my pussy, he’s slow and gentle and teasing. He takes his time. He makes desperate, low noises that tell me he’s enjoying himself, and I have no reason to be self-conscious.
With each passing second, I relax more and more. Soon, I’m face down on the bed, whimpering into the bedsheets. My clit is throbbing again, and my pussy is aching. This is so hot.
“Fuck, I love eating your ass, naughty girl.”
He keeps going for another minute before pulling back. He kisses up my spine, his soft, wet mouth landing on my shoulder.
“Are you warmed up for my dick, babe?”
“Yes.”
He flips me over to my back, then reaches into the top drawer of his side table for a condom.
I watch him roll it on, my whole body aching.
I’m about to have him inside of me. I’m about to have sex with Blake—my best friend and my boyfriend.
My chest is tight and tingling as he positions himself between my legs.
With one hand on the base of his hard dick, he lines up with my pussy. I take a deep breath.
He cups my face with his hand. “I’m gonna go slow. If anything feels painful or uncomfortable, stop me, okay?”
I swallow as I stare up at him. “Okay.”
“This is all about you? Nothing else matters. Just your comfort and pleasure. Okay?”
Emotion bubbles up in my chest. “Okay,” I say softly.
Slowly, he pushes the head of his cock inside of me, then stops. My eyes roll back, and I press my head against the mattress.
“Oh…”
He lets out a rough breath. “Is that too much?”
Eyes still closed, I shake my head. “No, I like it.”
“Briar.” His voice is low.
I look up at him. “I do. It’s a lot. You’re a lot.”
The corner of his mouth curves up in a half-smile.
“But it’s a lot in a good way,” I say.
His cloudy gaze is watchful, like he’s making sure I’m telling the truth. He’s so protective of me. It doesn’t matter what we’re doing. I’m always at the front of his mind. Always his priority.
“Are you ready for more?” he asks.
“Yes.”
He slides in a little more, then stops. I take a slow breath, giving my body some time to adjust to his size.
He leans down and drops a soft kiss on my forehead. “You’re doing so well, babe.”
I bite my lip as I look up at him. “More.”
His throat bobs as he swallows. He gives me more of his hard cock. I stretch around him, feeling pressure in my lower abdomen. My breath comes out in a long hiss, and I close my eyes.
“I can pull out. Just say the word.”
I shake my head. “No. Don’t. I want you inside of me, Blake.” My chest rises and falls with the rapid breaths I’m taking. “How far in are you?”
“Almost halfway.”
I let out a laugh of sheer disbelief.
He kisses my forehead again. “Hey. You’re doing so good. You feel fucking amazing.”
“I do?”
He nods. I can tell by the look in his eyes that he’s telling the truth.
He runs his mouth along the side of my neck. “Breathe.”
I take a slow, deep breath. My muscles relax around him, and he slides in a little more.
“Breathe for me, babe,” he says again. My body relaxes even more.
I’m gripping his shoulders. His skin is hot and soft underneath my touch.
He stills, and we stay like that for a minute. My tight muscles sink around him even more. With each passing second, they relax.
Blake dips his head to kiss me, slow and teasing. “How’re you doing, naughty girl?”
“Good. I feel so full.”
I breathe and swallow, settling into that stretched-out feeling. The pleasure simmering inside of my body is sharper, more intense.
This is different from anything I’ve ever felt before. Like I’m on the verge of finding out something new—something I’m going to want to do again and again.
I gaze up at Blake, taking in the beautiful blush panting his skin.
And then I reach a hand between my legs and play with my clit.
“Oh, yes,” I say through a breathy moan.
His eyes go wide when he sees me touching myself
“Briar, what are you…” He cuts himself off with a hard swallow. The look in his eyes darkens as he watches me.
“I want to come with you inside me,” I say.
“Oh, fuck,” he mutters.
I watch him watch me. I take in the way his pupils dilate, the way his breathing kicks up, the way his gaze focuses and sharpens.
He looks me in the eyes again. We stare at each other for a long moment, both of us breathing hard.
Blake is seeing me in the most vulnerable moment I’ve ever had—naked, touching myself, in the middle of losing my virginity—and he’s looking at me like I’m the only thing in this world that he wants. The only thing that matters.
A warm, settled feeling swoops through me.
“Is this good for you?” I ask. “When you said you wanted me to touch myself, is this what you pictured?”
His mouth curves up in a devilish smile. He bites my bottom lip softly.
“This is way, way hotter than anything I could have imagined.”
We make out for a minute.
“Can you thrust now?” I ask him.
He closes his eyes, like he needs a moment. Then he nods.
“Not too hard though, okay? You’re really big, and I don’t think I can—”
He cuts me off with a kiss. “You don’t need to explain yourself to me, Briar. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you. Always.”
My heart tumbles. I swallow as comfort settles deeper in my chest.
Blake moves slowly, his thrust shallow. I gasp.
“Is that too much?” he asks.
“No, it’s perfect,” I rasp.
He gives me another measured, steady thrust. Then another. And another. It’s slow and intense and perfect. Exactly what I need—what I want.
I settle into that deliciously stretched-out feeling while I play with my clit. Pleasure winds tighter inside of me, settling low in my belly and between my legs, burning hotter by the second.
Minutes pass. My leg muscles tense and shake, and my breathing turns ragged and desperate.
“I’m almost…oh, god…yes…right there…” I trail off as I plummet straight off the edge.
The pleasure combines with that too-full feeling, pulling me under. Those sparks of discomfort I felt earlier melt away instantly as ecstasy takes over.
Electricity zooms through me. My body moves like it’s in a frenzy, tense and trembling and warm all over. My head rolls back, and my toes curl.
I can’t see anything. Everything’s fuzzy. Even my hearing. All I can make out is my pulse pounding in my ears.
My muscles tighten and spasm around Blake’s thick, hard cock. I still can’t believe how big he is. I can’t believe I took almost all of him. I can’t believe I came the first time I ever had sex.
I didn’t think it was possible. I thought I’d be too uncomfortable.
But with Blake, it’s different. He made it all about me. My comfort, my safety, my pleasure.
Of course sex would be good with him. Whenever I’m with him, no matter what we’re doing, it’s always good. Better than good. It’s the best I’ve ever had.
When I start to come down, his body tenses over me. He lets out a rough grunt and mutters a curse before gently resting his mouth on my forehead.
“Did you come?” I ask.
He chuckles against my skin.
“Why are you laughing?”
“Because you’re so damn adorable.” He leans back to look at me. “Of course I came, Briar. I’m with you. I’ll never not come when I’m with you.”
I grin up at him, feeling dizzy and floaty and happy. Insanely happy.
Slowly, he leans up on his knees and carefully, slowly pulls out of me.
He rests a hand on my stomach, his gaze watchful and focused as he studies me. “Are you okay?”
“I’m perfect.”
He smiles. The look in his eyes is laced with relief and something else. Something warm and intense I can’t put a name to.
He slides off the bed and tosses the condom into the trash can by his desk, then crawls back under the covers with me.
He wraps his arms around me, pulling me into his chest. This is our favorite position together, I’ve realized. We always end up like this, no matter what we do: me cradled into him, surrounded by his massive, muscled body. Like he’s shielding me. Like he’s protecting me.
I close my eyes and let out a soft hum. This moment with Blake? This is bliss.
And as I drift off to sleep, I catch myself wishing I could have this forever.