What am I doing letting a guy stick his fingers up my ass? It’s so fucking strange.

I’d expect to tense up more or to feel my muscles clenching, but it’s the exact opposite. My physical response suggests I want this.

I appreciate Eric saying he would take his time. There’s a feeling of safety, which is nice. It’s even nicer when he offers another lick for his fingers before pushing them farther back within me.

I moan. I don’t even mean to. It just spits right out of my mouth.

He leans over me, pressing his hand down beside my shoulder, his eyes scanning me.

I’m vulnerable beneath him as he appears to like what he’s seeing.

He’s watching me, reading me as he continues playing with my hole.

“Is that comfortable?” he asks.

“Yes.”

He pushes steadily back farther.

As he hits my prostate, that familiar adrenaline spirals through my body, my skin prickling with goose bumps. My legs tremble against the mattress, and my body twitches about.

“Ah, you like that better,” he says as a smile sweeps across his face.

“A lot better,” I confess, laughing.

Don’t even know why I’m laughing. This is all so surreal.

What am I doing? I keep asking myself. And why don’t I want it to stop? Why do I keep wanting to push further?

He crawls back, keeping his fingers inside me and moving them back and forth. Leaning down, he takes my dick into his mouth. He raises and lowers his head, his expert tongue at work. Whitney was good, but Eric…Jesus Christ, he’s incredible, especially as he hits that point within me at the same time, forcing my arousal to climb.

He pulls his hand back, sliding his fingers out. When he pushes again, I can tell he’s added another finger. The pressure reminds me of my concern that his dick will be too much for me.

Intellectually, I’ve learned from the porn I’ve watched that I’ll be fine, but the idea of having it inside me is intimidating.

But what he works up within me, the deliciousness of the experience even though there’s a slight twinge to it, gives me confidence we can make this work.

Eric continues offering me that same satisfying massage before he pulls his fingers out. He crawls across the bed to the nightstand and retrieves condoms and lube.

This is it. This is fucking it. I’m about to be fucked by another man, and I really want to be since that other man is Eric.

He puts the condom on, slathers lube across his cock, and approaches me.

I spread my legs out, gazing up at him, wondering what to expect.

“You’re cringing,” he tells me.

“Am I?”

He smiles as he moves between my legs, wrapping his arm under one and positioning my ass, clearly so that he can get inside it. He crawls forward, and I can feel the head of his dick at my hole. I’m hanging in suspense, waiting for him to push in…curious how it will feel.

He rests his hand on my chest and then strokes his thumb across it. “You good?”

Such a simple question, but it makes me feel that much better. It reminds me I’m not alone in this. That I have an ally.

I nod.

He leans down and kisses me softly, tenderly.

“I want you to like it,” he whispers against my lips as I feel the soft push forward. It’s so subtle, like when he was first moving his fingers within me.

He steadily pushes in, and I’m glad, because if he went too slow, I’d just remain nervous.

As the pressure builds, I take deep breaths. It’s not as painful as I thought it would be, and as he keeps pushing in, I’m actually surprised and impressed with myself.

He pulls away from our kiss and checks my expression. At the same time, he pushes farther in, and I can’t help but roll my head back, some innate reaction to the way he’s stimulating the nerves within me. He smiles like he’s thrilled to have this effect on me, but as he gets a little farther inside, I tense up at the sensation starting through me.

“Oh fuck, ow,” I say. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”

He pulls back slightly. “Sorry. Are you okay?”

“Ooh, it’s better now. Give me a moment. It was a little fast, I think.” Deep breaths… Keep breathing… “Yeah, that smarted.”

He gazes down at me. I think he’s going to make a joke or tease me about this, but he has this serious expression on his face like he’s concerned and making sure I’m okay.

“It wasn’t that bad,” I tell him. “It was just weird and kind of surprised me.”

“Okay, good.”

I take my time before vibing out the situation. “You can try again,” I finally tell him.

“You sure?”

“I’ll be more upset with you if you don’t.”

He smirks before continuing his work, moving a little slower this time, which I appreciate.

Though it’s a strange experience, there’s something nice about the way he’s filling me, the sensation of him pushing inside me. As I feel his cock jamming into my prostate the way his fingers had, my head jerks back, my mouth hanging open.

“Am I hitting it?” he asks.

As I look up, I can tell by the eagerness in his wide-eyed expression that he knows he did.

“Oh, fuck yeah,” I admit, offering him the auditory confirmation.

“What do you think?”

“I like it. It’s nice.”

“Nice?” he asks, looking amused.

“More than nice. It’s really good. Keep going.”

He obeys, thrusting his pelvis forward a few times.

I instinctively arch my back as he keeps electrifying me, filling me with that eruption of sensation unlike anything I’d been able to experience until I met him.

I reach out to either side, my fingers curling, my toes following suit.

He leans down closer, still watching me, gauging my reaction. His breath hits my lips before he slams his mouth down over mine.

I eagerly accept the kiss before his tongue invades my mouth, and he pushes in, picking up his pace. The discomfort I felt before is gone, so I feel like my body must have adjusted to his impressive size.

He finally works up to where he’s pushing in deep and powerfully. The way he slams inside me has me breaking our kiss and moaning.

“Too much?” he asks, his expression rife with alarm.

I open my eyes wide, unable to close my mouth as I look at him. “No, that was just right.”

He doesn’t hesitate before he once again seizes my lips with his and pushes into me.

My eyes roll back as he strikes that same spot again and again…and again, each time pushing me higher. My dick leaks precum onto my belly.

I wrap my arms around him as he takes me.

I’m his.

All his to possess…to claim…to teach.

His lips trail from my mouth, across my face, frantically moving about like he can’t get enough of me, making me feel so wanted and appreciated.

The more he fucks me, the easier it is for me to take him, the less I feel that strange sensation of pressure, and it becomes about the pleasure he’s giving me and the powerful intensity of it as it radiates through my body.

I’m lost in a sea of sensation, and I toss my head back as he licks and nips at my neck.

His hand runs down my side and around to the small of my back as I continue arching it, my body surrendering to the rush that pulses through me as he continues giving me this intense, delicious experience.

He pulls back and rises up on his knees, sliding out.

I’m about to ask why he’s abandoning my body, when he raises my right leg up and rests it on his opposite shoulder. My body twists with the movement, and he grins a sneaky grin before pulling on my other leg, guiding me onto my stomach. He takes my leg off his shoulder and rests it on the mattress beside him, then grabs my hip and pulls back, ushering me onto my knees.

I’ve seen this position before, and I’m curious to know if it’s any different than what we just did.

Eric sets a hand on my ass and gropes it good before offering a gentle slap.

“Oh, are you into that?” I ask, looking over my shoulder at him.

He beams. “I can be into a lot of things.”

“Evidently, so can I.”

He leans down, resting his chest against my back and whispering into my ear, “And I’m enjoying that so much.”

I feel the pressure of his cock as he enters me again, and, oh God, he fits so perfectly in my ass. Like that cock belongs inside me.

He slides his arm around me and pushes against my chest. He licks behind my neck, and I turn to him and our lips lock again, but just for a moment before his movements inside me force me to call out. I can’t help myself. I can’t deny what he’s working up within me: Excitement. Exhilaration. Passion.

I can hardly form a coherent thought about what’s happening because I’m so caught up in the powerful energy that radiates through my body, seizing control of me the way he is.

He puts his other arm around me and pulls me back until I’m upright and he’s thrusting powerfully. Hooking his arms under mine, he sets his hands behind my head, locking my arms so that they hang at my sides.

I relax, letting him dominate me so he has complete control as he stimulates me in a way that has my body convulsing and stirring, goose bumps pricking across my flesh, and me calling out his name.

“Oh, Eric, fuck me harder,” I beg him.

What am I saying? Where is this coming from?

It’s like there’s this part of me that Eric has awakened, one I want him to help me unearth.

Feeling the heat his body is giving off, combined with the way he grunts into my ear as he fucks me, it’s all forcing this pressure in my sac, which builds to a point where it feels painful, but with my arms locked in place, there’s nothing I can do to ease the pain…nothing I can do to make that release happen, something I want so badly, yet at the same time, I don’t want this to end.

“Goddammit, that feels so good, Eric.”

“I like hearing you say my name while I’m inside you,” he says as he lowers his arms and kisses the side of my face again.

I rest my hand on the back of his head, feel my fingers through his hair. It’s coarse from the saltwater.

He pants as he continues thrusting. The sound is so erotic. Something about it feels raw and uninhibited.

He tucks his face low and whispers, “I don’t know how much longer I can hold out.”

I want Eric shooting his load inside me, to know I’m able to give him the same sort of satisfaction he’s giving me right now.

He leans forward, pushing me toward the headboard. He slides his arms down so they’re around my chest, giving me the chance to put my hands out in front of me and rest them on the mattress.

I enjoy his weight on my back.

As he pistons his hips, he reaches low and grabs my cock, stroking for a moment before pulling his hand back and spitting in it. He reaches back down and jerks me in a corkscrew motion, and it’s too much for me.

“Eric, I’m about to—”

“Do it,” he commands.

As if it was simply my body bending to his request, all the pressure that’s built, the sensations that have been twisting and radiating through me erupt, a powerful wave of heat racing to my face as I feel that release. A forceful jerk from behind me offers yet another burst of sensation, urging my body into a fit of feverish spasms and shakes.

He growls before leaning back and setting his left hand on the small of my back while grabbing my hair with his right hand, tugging my hair back just enough to make it hot, but not enough to sting. He offers a few more thrusts, calling out before settling and collapsing onto my back once again. His breathing slows down as he offers several moans that assure me of how good his own climax was.

“God, that was fucking amazing,” he says.

He starts to pull out, but I reach behind and grab his thigh. “No, no,” I say, “just another moment.”

I hear him chuckle and wonder if he’s mocking me, but as he offers a soft kiss on the side of my face, I know he isn’t. I relax as he wraps his arms around me.

“I told you it would feel good,” he says. “How did you like it?”

“I think good is definitely an understatement.”

He growls again and then nips at my earlobe. I like that even though we reached the end together, he’s still filled with this frisky, electric energy…that he can’t get enough of me.

I turn to him and force my lips against his, and he eagerly accepts my kiss, resting his hand against my face, holding it steady.

I have to admit I don’t want him to leave me yet. I don’t want this experience to end.

Sure as fuck never thought I would be this greedy for a cock.