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and stroked my chest, grazing my
nipples with his light touch, and sending excitement sparking down my stomach.
    “It’s not. It shouldn’t be.”
    “I’ve never been the bottom, I was afraid to be. I’m
not that experienced.”
      His eyes
narrowed. “Okay. Which did you think you prefer? Do you want to fuck me?”
    I got so turned on just talking about it. I didn’t
know what to say. The thought of fucking him, or having him in me, was enough
to make me hard as stone and panicked all at once. I didn’t want to make a fool
of myself.
    He must have seen I was getting nervous “Don’t worry, it’s going to be great.” His breathe came quicker
now, and his pupils dilated.
      I nodded,
licking my lips. The nerves remained, but I took his hard dick in my hand. I
ran my thumb over his slick head. He gasped, closing his eyes. He pushed
against my hand and his eyes flew open.
    “Will you try the bottom? I’ll be careful, but I
want you to experience it, with me.”
    “I’m not sure…”
    “I want to be your first, I’ll take good care of
you,” he whispered.
    The thought of him pushing into me made my heart
pound. I couldn’t deny the curiousity. I wanted to feel him in me. I nodded
fervently. “Yes, I want to try, I want you inside me.”
    He dragged my mouth back to his, the tip of his
tongue teasing mine. He let go and twisted to dig around inside his nightstand.
He pulled out a condom and lube.
      “I’m so
excited right now. I need to calm the hell down.” He laughed gruffly.
    My stomach jolted with desire at his words. “Me, too.”
      He eased me
onto my stomach, my dick pressed against the comforter. His strong hands ran
from my thighs up my ass, massaging my skin, and then back down again. It felt
so good to have his fingers on me. He gently pried my legs apart, using his
knees to hold them.
    I heard the click of the lube bottle, and the
tearing of a condom wrapper. Then his warm finger, slippery from the lube,
teased my hole, circling it and tickling the outer ring of muscles. When his
finger slipped in, I gasped from surprise and pleasure. The feel of my tight
muscles releasing as he entered me was like nothing I’d ever experienced, but
it felt so good. He added another finger and stretched and pulled at me. The
sensation made me roll my hips to feel his fingers more. How could fingers make me feel this good?
    He didn’t hurry. He took his time, rubbing into my
entrance and getting me ready to take him. I wriggled, needing him to hurry, my
balls tight, my muscles grasping onto his moving fingers. He teased and tweaked
me, making my ass buzz with aching need. My dick seemed so hard now I wouldn’t
have been surprised if it pierced through the mattress.
    When he added a third finger, I moaned as I
instinctively rode his hand, grinding against him. I panted, writhing on his
fingers mindlessly. I didn’t know what his dick would feel like inside me, but
if it felt anything like this, I’d lose my mind when he drove into me. He pulled
his fingers out, and stroked my rear, opening my cheeks up to the cool air.
    “Can you arch your back?” His hot breath swept
across my cheek.
    I obliged, lifting my hips and curving my spine. His
cock pushed up to my hole, and nudged at me, as if asking for permission.
    Excitement burned in my chest. I wanted him inside
me more than I’d ever wanted anything. I lifted my ass and pushed back gently,
begging him for what I needed.
    “I’m going to push into you, babe. Are you okay?”
    I nodded. “Yes, I want it, please, please.”
    He pressed in carefully at first, sliding in
halfway. His muscles shook as he paused, waiting to see if I was okay. I
pressed back, urging him to sink in deeper, help me extinguish the fire
building inside of me. He must have sensed my need, because he thrust his hips,
filling me with his thick cock in one slick push. It burned at first, blazing
hot trail deep inside of me. I cried out, biting my lip to silence myself. He