Wesley climbed on top of me and smiled wickedly. “Well, if I make you happy, how about I make you feel good too?” he said, planting kisses on my neck and collarbones.
“Wait. Hold on a sec. I want… I want both of us… to feel good,” I whispered, blushing to my ears. Wesley stopped kissing and licking me and looked into my eyes for a long moment.
“For real? Are you sure?”
“Yeah,” I answered timidly. Wesley stared at me and a devious smile spread across his face.
“Well, all right! Bring that sweet ass over here!” he shouted, grabbing hold of me and flipping me onto my stomach.
“Wait! Wait a second!” I shouted, floundering beneath him.
Wesley stopped, still straddling my legs, and looked at me. “Hang on; I’ll be right back,” he said quickly and jumped off the bed.
“What? Wait! Where are you going?” I asked as he ran out of the room. I sat up in bed and pulled the sheet over my lap. Where did he go? A few moments later, he returned with a brown paper bag in his hand. “What’s wrong? Where’d you go?” Then I looked at the brown bag. “What’s that?”
He took a small tube from the bag and tossed it onto the bed. “It’s lubricant. Like lotion, so it won’t hurt as much,” he said nonchalantly.
“Where did you get it?” I asked, furrowing my brows.
“I, uh, I’ve had it for a while now. You know, just in case you were ever in the mood,” he answered, scratching the back of his head with a silly grin on his face.
“Oh, gee, thanks for the premeditation,” I said, crossing my arms and looking to my side. Wesley laughed and I looked at the tube next to me. He pulled off his shirt, and I looked up at him. The expression on his face was indescribable: elated but also serious. He unbuckled his belt and pulled off his blue jeans and boxers. I guess I had forgotten his actual size, and I blushed at the sight of him. This was gonna hurt.
Wesley crawled onto the bed and picked up the tube. Silently, he massaged my body and placed tender kisses on my lips and neck. He rolled me onto my side and kissed me again before turning me onto my stomach. He straddled my legs and squeezed an ample amount of lotion onto his fingers. He leaned down and nibbled my ear. “I’m gonna get you used to it first, so it’ll only be my fingers,” he whispered and sat back on his heels.
I was trembling with nervousness as Wesley pulled my backside toward him, bringing me up on my knees. He gently frigged me with one hand while slowly pushing his fingers inside. I squeezed my eyes shut and gritted my teeth; it didn’t hurt but it felt weird. After a moment, he withdrew his fingers and leaned down on top of me again.
“Are you ready, Toren? I’ll go real slow, but if it hurts too much, tell me and I’ll stop,” he said, kissing my cheek and then the nape of my neck. He traced the contours of my back with his tongue, and then I felt the first of him.
He held steady, listening closely to my breathing. After I took a deep breath, he pressed farther into me, and I moaned with an edge of pain.
“Are you okay?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, choking on a sob in my throat. Wesley continued and I let out a stifled cry. He hesitated and waited patiently and sympathetically for me. “Keep… keep going,” I panted, gripping the sheet and burying my face in the pillow.
I felt him swell within me and he pressed on, slowly pushing his way deep inside. When he was fully within me, he stopped, holding still.
“Are you okay? Does it still hurt?”
“Ahh….” I moaned, unable to form coherent words. The pain was ebbing and with the slightest movement, an unimaginable pleasure rippled through my entire body. He moved slowly and I found myself pushing back in gentle rhythm. He rubbed my back with one hand while he held my arousal in his other. His motions grew stronger, and I balled my hands into fists. Tears collected in my eyes, and I moaned with a voice I didn’t know I had. Wesley’s hand slipped away, and he grasped my hips, pulling me closer. I felt him in every inch of my body. Wesley moaned softly and I loved the sound of his voice.
“Wes-Wesley! I’m…!”
“Me too,” he grunted, his voice low, labored, and sexy.
Wesley collapsed on top of me, breathing hard and kissing my neck. He was still inside me, and I fought the urge to tell him I was in love with him.
“Sorry I came inside,” he whispered in my ear.
I turned to the side and saw his handsome face from the corner of my eye. He reached out his hand and laced his fingers with mine.
“It’s okay… I wanted you to.”
Wesley rolled to his side and took my face in his hands. He kissed my lips tenderly and I felt like I was melting. I slid my fingers behind his head and pulled him closer, but after making love, it didn’t seem nearly close enough.
I WOKE to a beam of sunlight across my eyes. Wesley slept next to me with his head on my arm and his hand resting on my stomach. He looked so innocent when he was sleeping. Memories of the night rushed to the front of my mind, and I blushed looking at Wesley’s smooth body thinly veiled by the bedsheet.
My arm was tired, and I tried not to move, but my body betrayed me and I twitched, stirring Wesley to consciousness. He looked up at me and smiled.
“Morning,” he whispered, blinking twice.
He lifted himself to his elbow and kissed me simply. He moved his hand over my chest and stomach, lightly and slowly. He acted like waking up next to me was the most natural thing
