Adam
Okay, I’m nervous. Not because I don’t want to do this, but because I don’t want to hurt him.
He’s looking up at me with so much trust and love that I don’t want to mess this up. I can’t stand the thought of ruining this.
Not that sex is a requirement to be together. I’ll take anything at all he wants to give me, but I know that he wants this to be part of it and I do too. It’s surreal how badly I want this.
Making him feel good…seeing his intense pleasure, that is a high like none other. The way he jolted when I brushed that spongy spot inside of him. The way he panted my name and begged, yeah I could have come right then and there.
It’s something I becoming quite addicted to, his pleasure. It’s a high like none other.
I’m between his legs, staring at his hole that is stretched out for me, but I know is still not nearly the size of my cock. How the hell am I going to fit inside of him?
“Breathe, baby.” My eyes dart up to Zach’s amused face as he watches me stare at him like an idiot.
“That’s my line.” I say, the nerves skittering around in my chest.
“I think you need it more.” His hands sweep over my chest and down my stomach, making thier way to my cock that’s flagged slightly with the nerves, but comes rearing to life when he starts to stroke me.
“I don’t want to hurt you.”
“You won’t.” He says it with so much certainty I almost believe him. He pulls me toward him, one hand guiding my cock to his entrance and the other on my shoulder as he brings me forward for an intense kiss.
I push my hips forward slightly, my tip slipping inside of his tight heat and I nearly black at from the sensation. It’s too much and not enough all at once, but when I hear him gasp and grunt in what has to be pain, I’m ready to retreat.
“No.” His hands move to my ass and clamp down hard, “I’m okay. Keep going.”
“Maybe you should do me first.” I say, only half joking. Because I think it’s something I want to try and I hate the thought of hurting him, I’d much rather he hurt me.
“Next time.” He nips at my bottom lip and then kisses me softly. “If you want to, but right now I want this more than I’ve ever wanted anything so please give it to me.”
I pull back enough to meet his eyes, bracing my weight on my hands next to his head and blanketing his body with my own
No more words are needed as I nod and slowly work my way inside of him. The intense grip of his body makes it so damn hard to concentrate but he kisses me hard and let’s me know he’s okay as I pant and kiss his face.
When my balls are flush with his ass and I’m fully inside of him I can barely believe we made it work. His ass is strangling my dick and I’m terrified to move, the pleasure too great, but when I pull back and see the glazed look in his eyes, that wonder… I’m nearly a goner.
His hand snakes between our bodies and rests over my heart. “Move, baby.”
And I do. Slowly at first until he’s begging me for more, pleading with me to slam into him harder over and over, his fingers digging into my ass cheeks and coaxing me to give him what he needs.
“I’m close.” I warn, “Oh fuck. I’m so damn close. It’s too much. You’re too fucking hot. Too tight. Holy shit.”
I swear I hear him laugh and say something about “look who’s rambling now” but I can’t be sure because it turns into a deep, guttural moan when I peg his prostate just right.
He lifts his legs, holding them back at the knees and spreading himself for me. “Again. Please. Oh God. Again.”
I do it over and over, pushing up and taking over holding onto his legs as I slam into him and watch his hand fly to his cock, stroking desperately.
I wasn’t lying, I am damn close to blowing my load, but it doesn’t happen until that moment of unreal bliss on his beautiful face. When his head tips back and he cries out with pleasure, his cum spraying his chest and hitting his neck.
That’s when I come deep inside of him with two more strokes of my cock inside of his heat. “Oh holy fuck.” I breath and fall onto him.
He lets out an “oomph” but wraps his arms around me. “Fuck that was perfect.”
“Did you have any doubt?”
“Nope.” He answers so quickly I smile into the crook of his neck as he holds me. “You?”
“Not that it would be good for me, but I wanted to make it good for you.”
I can feel him smiling but don’t have the energy to lift my head to see for myself. “Everything we do is good. I wasn’t worried at all and you have to stop worrying so much about me, Adam.”
Yeah, not a chance.
And he knows it because he just lets out a low chuckle, shaking his head. “Best Christmas ever.”
Agreed.