I spread my legs, giving him easier access as he dips his slicked up fingers down my crease. The lube is chilly and slippery, and I suck in a breath.
“Sorry,” he mutters. “Impatient.”
I nod jerkily, thinking,me too.
His finger skims my hole, gentle, yet prodding.
“Breathe,” he whispers, his other hand sliding up to my chest.
I do what he says, releasing the tight hold I have over my muscles, and relax.
Still soft and wet from his mouth and the lube, he has no problem sinking a finger inside me, right down to the knuckle.
My fingers clench over the mirror as I bite down hard on my lip.
“That’s it,” Will says into a long moan. He drops his mouth to my shoulder as he starts planting open-mouthed kisses over my tingling skin. “Just relax, I got you.”
Pressure builds at my hole, awkward and uncomfortable at first as he starts to move in and out, before sneaking in a second finger. I already feel so full, and I’m only going to be fuller.
But I just continue to breathe through it, knowing it will pass. Knowing what comes next. Prepping doesn’t take nearly as long as it used to. My body now welcomes the invasion. It’s when he leaves that it revolts.
“Goddamn, baby,” he says, scissoring two fingers in and out of me. “So fucking tight for me. My balls are aching. Definitely not gonna last once I’m inside you.”
A groan scrapes out of me as I tip my head back against his shoulder. He turns his face into my neck, sucking kisses into my flesh, just under my ear. I can feel his chest heaving for air, and we didn’t even get to the best part yet.
His deep voice rasps into my ear, “Ready, babe?”
“Uh huh.”
I hear his smile in his voice as he says, “Thank God.”
His fingers make an obscene squelching sound as he slips them from my hole. I shiver, my shoulders jostling, unable to contain my anticipation.
In the mirror, my mouth dries as I watch Will reach down for the lube packet.
Once he’s all slicked up, he tosses what’s left on the ground, grips my waist with his other hand, and pulls me toward him, guiding his cock to my entrance.
He swipes the fat head over my hole, before giving a little nudge to my rim.
A weird little noise escapes me, muffled only slightly by the shower.
“God, I’ll never get over the sight of this,” he says.
Clenching my fists, I push back, desperate for him to break through that first barrier.
“So fucking hot.”
My mouth is so dry, I have to swallow before I can manage to whimper, “Will, please.”
I’m fucking dying here, man.
I don’t even care that I’ve been reduced to begging.
In the mirror, I watch as his eyes squeeze shut, his jaw muscles ticking. Like my pleas physically hurt him.
What…But I never get to finish that thought.
The next thing I know, those deep blue eyes are snapping open, blazing into mine just as he reaches up, grips my shoulder, and fucks into me with one powerful thrust.