As much time as I’ve spent admiring the beautiful features in that dimpled face of his, his body is just as beautiful.

I’ve fucked a lot of people in my life, but there’s something so much more exciting about the chemistry Jesse and I share, something I really appreciate because I know the difference between any other lay and someone I don’t want to stop touching, someone I want to please the way I want to please Jesse.

I mount the bed and rest my knees between his legs, which lie across the sheet in a V. Leaning down, I push my face against his right ass cheek. I kiss and lick the flesh.

“Mmm…salty,” I say.

“Do I need to take a shower?” he asks.

“Fuck no.”

Then I lick again, enjoying the way my tongue tickles with the salt. I grip his ass cheek and knead it with my fingers, continuing to lick and kiss.

Jesse rests his head on the bed and moans.

I want to be the one to show him how amazing being with a guy can be.

I want to be the one embedded in his mind when he reflects back on what an amazing fuck feels like.

I want to be imprinted on him as his first time for the rest of his life, in the best way possible…in a way that makes every guy after me know they have to step up their game to give this piece of ass what it wants.

I lick up his ass, to the small of his back, crawling up the bed as I make my way up his spine.

He purrs softly.

Resting my legs on either side of him, I spread my body across his back, my cock between his ass cheeks. I hook my arms under his and push my face up against his cheek, kissing it. He turns and kisses me, his lips and tongue furious with that passion I’ve felt since the first time we started kissing.

Adrenaline races through me.

I rock my pelvis back and forth, pleasure my cock in the crack of his ass…enjoying how his smooth flesh feels against my own.

“You want my cock inside you?” I ask him.

“Yes, Eric. So fucking bad.”

I lean back, pulling away from him so quickly that it’s clear I catch him off guard. His mouth is still open as he awaits another kiss from me, but when I don’t kiss him, he opens his eyes.

Once again, I find myself scanning his face: that soft jawline, the dip in his chin, the creases of his dimples, the curves of his nose…and those eyes—those eyes that leave me wondering how those could have looked at any other human without them having wanted to adopt him.

I see that same kid I envisioned when we were eating lunch.

I can feel that pain of when he sounded rejected and unwanted.

I hate the world for ever having made him feel that way, and I want to be the one to remind him of just how much a person can want him.

It’s not only his body I want either. I see so much more than that, the man he is, and I’m glad we had a chance to talk at lunch, because now that I’ve gotten to see a glimpse of who he is beyond the chemistry we share, it just leaves me all the more aroused by him…all the more curious to discover even more about him.

I want him to see I care, to feel I care. I kiss him once more, much softer.

“I don’t want to rush this,” I tell him.

He smiles before saying, “Oh, is this the sweet side of you?”

“As sweet as I can manage.” I roll off him, and he moves onto his side to face me. “I just want to make sure you’re comfortable with taking this next step.”

“Well, you certainly weren’t taking this kind of caution with me the other day,” he points out.

“The other day I didn’t know you’d never done this before. I mean, hell, I assumed you were an expert.”

“An expert? Really?”

“You almost took it like an expert.”

He tucks his head to his chest, his eyes meeting mine as his cheeks turn red. I consider teasing him for a moment, but I don’t want to make him feel like I’m judging him, or picking on him, or doing anything other than desiring him.

“I didn’t realize how in over my head I was until it was too late. Got so caught up in everything,” he explains.

“You can say it,” I tell him. “In me.”

“Well, technically, it was going to be in me,” he points out, and he smiles again.

“You really do have one of the prettiest smiles I’ve ever seen.”

“Relax. You don’t have to compliment me. I’m already going to let you have your way with me.” His gaze drifts down to the mattress.

“What is it?” I ask. “I can tell you’re thinking about something.”

“It’s just weird. I never figured I would end up in a situation like this. I’ve been with a few girls who were virgins, and…I don’t know, I’m kind of wondering if this is how they were feeling.”

“You were a virgin at one point.”

“Yes, but you know what I mean. I figure it’s different having a guy’s dick in you.”

“It’s similar to the fingers, but a little bit more.”

Jesse rolls his eyes. “Okay, I know that isn’t true. I guess I’m a little nervous about what it’ll feel like. It felt great when your fingers were in there, but that”—he glances down at my crotch—“that’s a little more than I’m used to working with, than I’ve ever worked with. It does hurt a little, even with your fingers, so I mean…”

“I’ll have to go slow, then, I guess. If you still even want to do anything, that is.”

“I do want to. I’m being honest about what I’m feeling.”

“I want you to be honest about that.” I reach over to him, run my thumb down between his pecs to his abdomen, stopping at his navel. “Jesse, I want you to tell me, work with me, because I really do want you to have a good time, and if at any point you get uncomfortable, or want to stop, you tell me and it ends, and we don’t have to even think about it. Not going to pressure you into taking things further than you want to.”

He snickers.

“What? Is something I said ridiculous?” I ask.

“No, it just sounds like something I would have told somebody in the past. It’s weird being on the receiving end of it. I totally want to do this, obviously, but it’s kind of strange, and different, but different can be good, as I’ve learned.”

He takes my hand from his belly and pulls it up to his face, looking at my forefinger and middle finger. He takes a deep breath before saying, “Okay, I think I’m ready.”

I laugh. “I’m not dragging you onto a roller coaster,” I tell him.

“No, I didn’t mean it like that. I just… Sorry.”

“Now you’re the one apologizing.”

I rush at him quickly, planting my lips firmly against his.

I want to set him at ease…to tell him with every movement I make, with every kiss I offer, that I’m here for him, listening to him, listening to his body. He can feel safe with me.

I won’t have it any other way, since I know what the alternative feels like.

He sets his hand against the back of my head and pulls me on top of him. I straddle his waist and position our cocks side by side. We thrust together.

“Your skin feels so good,” I whisper as I pull my lips back and rub my cheek against his.

I lean back and reposition on the bed, pushing between his legs on my knees. I set my hand on his stomach.

“Stay right there,” I tell him before licking my fingers and pushing them into his ass, loosening him up gently, taking my time.

As his body twitches, the lines in his torso shift about. He rocks his head either way, then rolls it back. I can feel his muscles relaxing. I’ll stop if he gets uncomfortable, but I’m really hoping he doesn’t…that he needs this as much as I do.