“What?”
I leaned over him and pulled the pillow off the bed. He searched under the one he was lying on but came up empty.
“Fuck.” I rubbed my hand over my face. “I have a new box in my bag. Just let me grab it from the front room.”
“Wait!”
I paused.
“Can I trust you?” he asked, his eyes serious.
“Yes. I got tested at the end of summer and haven’t even looked at anyone but you since then.”
“Fuck.” He nodded at my dick. “Okay. Get that in me. Now.”
“So bossy.”
I slicked up with lube, then tossed the bottle aside. “Are you sure? I don’t mind wearing one. I’ve never… I never go bare. Ever.”
“No barriers. You know I’m negative. There’s only ever been you.”
My breath stuttered out of me as my chest tightened.
“Okay. Get ready.”
He spread his legs wide, and I lined my cock up with his hole.
“You good?” I leaned over him, one hand on the bed beside him and the other holding my dick straight.
“Yeah. Do it.”
“Breathe, and let me in.”
He blew out a breath, and I gently pushed in until my head popped through his outer ring of muscles.
Wet heat enveloped my head, squeezing so perfectly I saw stars.
“Holy shit.”
“Yeah,” I choked out. “Okay?”
“Yeah. Just go slow.”
I pushed in another inch, then stopped, waiting for him to soften around me so I could push in a bit more.
I kept that pace up until my thighs were brushing his ass.
“That’s it. That’s all of me.”
“Fucking hell, you’re big.”
“Too big?”
“Perfect big,” he panted and wiggled under me. “The stretch is so good. So fucking full in this position.”
I’d wondered if it would feel different for him like this. Until now, we’d only had sex standing up, and it had been hurried and angry. This was different.
This wasn’t just sex. It was making love.