TYLER #4
Erratically, my body came alert, tightening, closing, protecting itself from this new sensation, but I reminded myself each time that nothing felt this good. It was alright. It was safe.
When we agreed that Tyler should add another finger to prepare me better for what would come after, my body went through the same loops.
It flinched and then warmed up to the sensation.
And with the second finger, I was beginning to understand what it was like to be stretched.
I didn’t know all my other muscles were tense until they seared with exertion.
I didn’t know how to relax them, so I simply focused on where it felt the best and where it mattered the most. I was vaguely aware of sweat breaking over my back and brow, but I fully felt Tyler’s tongue when he pressed it above my hole, saliva dribbling over his fingers and entering me.
The thought crossed my mind and made me shudder with this powerful feeling. I didn’t know what to call it. His spit was inside of me, I realized. The saliva from Tyler’s body entered mine. The thought was glowing hot in my brain and my heart.
More, I thought. I want more. I must have said it aloud because Tyler asked if I was sure.
And when I whimpered that I was sure, he added another finger, making my eyes bulge for one long moment.
It felt like minutes were passing, even if, in truth, it was a matter of seconds.
The ripping, splitting sensation traveled up my torso as if his whole arm was impaling me.
At my choked cry, he paused, but I pushed myself back on his fingers, and he understood his task.
Probing me and slicking me with spit, Tyler fingered me for a long time. I couldn’t be bothered with concepts such as minutes and hours. They were totally irrelevant when there were pleasures like this. I wanted them gone. I didn’t need time; I needed Tyler. Forever like this.
I could feel it. His fingers were sliding in and out of me easily, slipping and dipping and turning as he spun his wrist this way and that.
Now and again, his fingers would press something inside of me that sent a jolt of pure, unfiltered happiness into my heart.
That was when I heard myself whisper again. “Fuck me, Ty. I want your dick, baby.”
When he pulled his fingers out of me, I felt their absence like it was something vital he’d removed from my body.
I longed for him so desperately that I couldn’t pour it into words.
There wasn’t a word as big and clever and beautiful as what I felt for him just then.
His skillful slip of the condom and the generous amount of lube he applied filled me with courage even as I reminded myself that every expectation I’d had in the last month was blown out of existence by the beauty of reality.
And when his thick cock pressed against my hole, I thought I knew what to expect.
Even so, leaning back on it was slow, and Tyler was careful with his movements.
I realized I was gritting my teeth against the same tearing sensation that ripped through me in white flashes, but I didn’t change it.
I was holding my breath, fighting tooth and nail for what I wanted us to do, and the most incredible thing followed after a few heartbeats.
All those near-painful sensations burst away like a soap bubble.
Pure heat remained, filling me and sending ripples of joy through my entire body.
And when Tyler swung his hips back and thrust them forward again, I knew we had done it right.
Pushing my torso up and supporting myself with balled fists punched against the floor, I leaned back and impaled myself deeper down his long dick.
I’d expected to struggle and suffer and persevere for the simple joy of pleasing him, for the shot at making him mine, but the reality was immeasurably better.
I loved this.
I loved the moments in which his dick moved into me, pressing that special spot that made my eyes well with tears of joy, and I loved when he pulled himself back, nearly slipping out before stopping, only to charge into me again.
Every little detail was better than I had hoped for because I had only hoped to push through it and not hate it.
Loving it had been too much to pray for.
“Fuck, baby,” Tyler moaned. “Fuck, you’re so nice and tight.
” He was thrusting his dick into me in short, careful moves.
I couldn’t feel the rest of him pressing against my ass, so I knew he wasn’t as deep as he could be.
I also knew my body wasn’t ready to take him that deep.
There was some odd resistance inside of me, something that simply wouldn’t let him pass.
But the longer he swung us back and forth, the more willing my body was to accept him.
Tyler slapped his hands on my shoulders and yanked me up.
I rose, kneeling tall until my upper back touched his chest. He wrapped one arm around my midsection and his right hand was on my hip.
Something in me surrendered, finally understanding that this was nothing to worry about.
This was beautiful in every way. There was no harm in it.
As that feeling went away, my body relaxed fully, and Tyler pushed himself deeper into me.