A smile pulls at the corner of his lip, and I breathe.
“Still. I know this will feel different. You lead, I’ll follow,” I say.
I’m not going to lie. I’ve seen the outline of his length and knew he was big. Ever since we grew into adults, I knew he was carrying something large inside his jeans. I never let my gaze linger too long.
He rolls away from me, stands, drops his jeans and boxers in one go, and kicks them away. I take that moment to strip off my bra, panties, and shorts. We’re both naked for the first time with each other. This is wild. This is what I’ve dreamed about so many times. Now that it’s happening, the moment is blowing my mind.
I stifle a nervous laugh because I don’t want to hurt his feelings. It wouldn’t be because of Titus’s body if I let myself laugh. He’s perfect. His broad chest is as tanned as the rest of him. The ridges of his stomach are tighter than the last time I saw him shirtless, making me wonder when he’s been working out every day to get that definition.
But then the deep vee lines at his pelvis guide the eye lower, and there it is. His cock is thick and hard. Long, too, jutting upward, with the tip slick with precum. My mouth goes dry. I lick my lips, noticing my breath has gone shallow.
Titus stands and withdraws a square foil package from his dresser, opens it, pulls out the condom, and begins rolling it onto his cock. It takes two or three tries.
“Do you need help?” I ask, hoping that the question doesn’t offend him.
He chuckles. “No, I just…I’ve never done this before either.”
So.
That’s news to me.
My pussy clenches involuntarily at this information and at the sight of him wrapping up his dick. For the first time…forme.
He’s big. Bigger than my vibrator. What if I’m not…ready?
The bed springs squeak under his weight when he returns to my side. “Look at you,” he says, his throat bobbing as his eyes devour me.
“Nah…I think I’ll keep looking at you,” I tease.
Titus takes my hand in his, and I’m not quite sure what he’s going to do next.
“You look nervous,” he says. “Come here.”
I gasp as he pulls me on top of his chest, wrapping his arms around my ribs. I rest my cheek on one pectoral, noticing how it fits perfectly.
He squeezes me tight and rubs his palm up and down the length of my spine, and my body relaxes under his touch. This is my friend. This is how he takes care of me. Titus has embraced me like this dozens of times before, but never naked.
Naked. We’renaked.
As if I need to remind myself. His hard length presses into my pelvis. One minor adjustment and there will be two fewer virgins in the building.
I’m so full of need for him; I don’t care about that anymore.
He lets out a long, low noise between a sign and a groan. “Ah, Squeaks.”
I pop my head up to meet his eyes. “Let’s get one thing straight. You can’t call me Squeaks while we’re having sex. It makes me think of wet shoes.”
He nods. “So…mood killer.”
“Yeah.”
He groans and rolls me under him, tongue kissing me firmly, then says, “I love you, Cass.”
Those words make my heart hammer against my bones, and I gasp. “I love you too, Titus.”
I sound like a meek little mouse. And he said it with clarity. With his whole body.
“I’m so damn happy. It’s selfish, but I’m just so damn happy,” he says.