NOAH #4
Sawyer gripped my cheeks and spread them, his hot breath washing over my most intimate parts.
“Ready?” Even the vibration of his voice felt like we were making love already.
In a way, we were. These things were far less clear-cut when you were doing them.
Surprisingly to a virgin with expectations, I felt so intimately tied to Sawyer whenever his skin met mine.
Oh, but I wanted more of him. I wanted all of him.
“Uh-huh,” I hummed and gasped as soon as his lips touched me where no one had ever been.
My hole tightened with nervousness and my mouth dropped open, although no sound left me.
I breathed freely, my throat open to let the air flow.
My breaths grew shorter in an instant as warm wetness spilled over my hole and spread through my entire body.
I didn’t know which sensation was literal and which was a pure figment of my imagination, but they merged and splashed against my insides, welling in me like a rising tide.
His smooth face buried between my cheeks, Sawyer licked me gently, then harsher and faster.
Yes, he was careful with me. As careful as if I were made of the thinnest layers of glass.
But he treated me as an adult, too. There was nothing condescending about this.
He didn’t shield me from feeling how far our desires could take us.
He ate me, his kissing and sucking messy, almost sloppy.
His breaths were growing hotter and faster against my bare skin.
And, every so often, he would shock me with his words.
“You taste so fucking good,” he said and made me blush.
Then, some moments later, he said, “I knew you’d be delicious. I fucking knew it.”
If I had any wits about me, I would have been happy that he had considered that at all. But I was far too gone to form opinions.
I let my torso flatten over the bed and moved my hands back to cover his on my cheeks, pulling them apart together for his magic tongue to work wonders.
He licked me all the way from my taint, over my rim, and above.
He let the tip of his tongue circle my hole, then pressed it hard against my entrance as if he wanted to reach inside of me.
The novelty of the sensation made me tighten all of my muscles. I shivered and rubbed my face against the pillow, desperately enduring the sweetest torment of my rising needs. “God…please…” My words were split and strangled. “Sawyer…”
“Mm.” He hadn’t even moved an inch away from me. The sound left his nose and vibrated against my butt, his tongue working slickness into me. And when he did move, he asked me the hottest thing I’d ever heard spoken to me. “Can I finger you?”
“Fuck yes,” I whispered, letting his right hand slide from under mine. I kept my cheeks spread for him, my head sinking deeper into the pillow. I moved my hips slowly, rubbing my cock against the bed and my own body. But when Sawyer touched me, I froze.
“It’s okay. I’ll go easy,” he said soothingly.
I had used my finger more times than I could count, as well as a few toys that would never see the light of day and which lived in a box in my closet.
I knew the techniques and all there was to expect.
But when Sawyer massaged my hole, all that knowledge fell out of my head and I merely moaned, briefly harmonizing with the song that was currently playing from my speaker.
A drop of heated saliva fell onto my hole, just where Sawyer was touching me, and he gave it a little rub, firmer now.
As if he could feel me relax — and he probably could — his finger slipped into me as soon as my muscles allowed it.
I closed up immediately, but an inch of his finger remained inside of me.
A moan that dragged out of me was something I’d never heard myself do. It was both pained and dripping with pleasure. It was needy and slutty, desperate for Sawyer to proceed.
His finger remained where it was until I could breathe a little freer again. I forced my hole to open for him and Sawyer pressed on, filling me carefully and licking the rim from above.
Although the sensation wasn’t something particularly unusual, it was vastly different from doing this same thing by myself. I didn’t have the foresight as I would when I controlled my own hand. I needed to trust Sawyer and that was the defining difference between the two.
I trusted him.
Whether he would push himself deeper or pull out a little, it didn’t matter, so long as I trusted him to find the best way.
And he did. Gently, he filled me with one finger until he couldn’t go deeper, but he wasn’t forcing anything.
Instead, he began to move his hand back and forth, getting me used to the sensation that I craved so much.
“You’re so fucking horny, aren’t you?” Sawyer said, his voice hoarse with lust.
My hips thrust back in reply, forcing him to finger me harder.
When he added another finger, I grunted into the pillow against the odd sensation of my hole being stretched.
It wasn’t exactly painful. There was a great deal of pleasure tacked onto the physical impulses which my brain didn’t know how to decipher.
Pride, accomplishment, fear. Somehow, all these things existed at once.
“I can’t,” I whimpered, choking. “Harder. Please.”
Sawyer placed his left hand on the small of my back, making it bow in, then rammed his two fingers deep into my body, filling me and making my cock throb violently when he pressed against my prostate.
The searing heat spread through me and I tensed all my muscles with the sole aim to relax my entrance for him. As I did, precum tickled my cock as it leaked. Sawyer abandoned all reservations, thrusting his fingers into me and pulling them out until friction warmed my hole.
My toes curled, my stomach fluttered, and my hole was in a perpetual state of delicious torment that I didn’t know how to describe any other way.
His skillful movements were so much more than I had done to myself.
There had always been a level of hesitation in me, not going that extra mile.
I’d never pushed my body to the limits. I’d never had the self-control to postpone my orgasm in order to explore myself like this.
But Sawyer didn’t care if I was dying to come.
He was edging me another way altogether.
He strung me tight and spread me thin. He stretched me loose and spat on my hole to wet me on the inside.
The sloppy sound of his fingers ramming into me and sliding out might have embarrassed me with anyone else, but the deep purrs from Sawyer cued me into his own pleasures.
“Fuck me, please,” I begged. “Fuck me already.”
“Oh yeah,” he rasped, shoving his fingers all the way in, then twisting his hand so that I felt every little tingle dispersed inside my body like blood distributed oxygen. “You’re ready.”
He pulled his hand out, then nudged me to turn onto my back.
As I did, I found that he was somehow even harder now.
His cock was stiff, almost darker than it had been a few minutes ago, as blood filled it to bursting.
It was wet with both my saliva and his precum, which made my own cock glossy and slick, too.
I caught my breath and watched Sawyer as he lifted his pants from the floor and slid out a small square pack.
It was telling that my dating coach was always prepared, but I filed that thought away.
Instead, I watched him rip the foil wrapper with his teeth and slip the condom on easily. “Got lube?” he asked.
I cleared my throat, then leaned over the side of the bed to the bottom drawer of my nightstand. There, a small tube was half-spent, and I noticed Sawyer smirk a little as I handed it to him. “What?” I asked, playfully accusing.
“I’d love to see what else this room hides,” he said.
I shot him a curious look, trying to seem mysterious.
Then, Sawyer said the two words that made my heart leap and bang against my ribcage.
“Next time.” And with that, he was quiet, pouring lube onto his fingers generously, slathering it over his hard cock, then bringing the excess to my butt.
His fingers caressed me so gently between my cheeks as I lay on my back that I wished to cry out and beg him to take me, fuck me, and shred me to bits.
He raised his eyebrows and I nodded.
“Stay like that,” he said before I even attempted to turn around. “I want to look at your face when I enter you.”
Strangled, I gave up on breathing and simply spread my legs. I’m yours to enter. I’m yours to play with and do with however you please. Use me. But words, though welling, wouldn’t form on my lips.
Instead, I surrendered myself to the current of passion that Sawyer was.
He lifted my legs, then grabbed my second pillow and tucked it under the small of my back.
“There. That’s better,” he murmured as he worked on my comforts.
He took my ankles and bent me over until my bare feet rested on his hard pecs.
Then, he leaned in, balling me so that my knees neared my shoulders.
My butt-cheeks spread for him and I made my muscles push my rim to relax and accept him.
Sawyer looked into my eyes, matching my expectant gaze and biting his lip just like I did. It felt as though he was slowing everything down so I could remember it exactly. And when the tip of his cock touched my hole, a whimper loaded in my chest. I held it as it inflated and ascended.
We both held our breaths as Sawyer eased himself into me.
A choked moan broke out of my throat and he stopped, though not even an inch inside, and pulled out.
His hand, which had been holding his cock steady, rubbed and soothed me.
Then, careful as before, he tried again only to feel me clench around his head hard and bite his lip.
A half-laugh left him as he pulled back, then nodded at me to go again.