Page 81 of Never Will I Ever

He knows I’m ready too; he’s been the one working me open with his fingers over the past few weeks, after all. But like me, he’s scared.

The only difference is, I’m not willing to let the fear stop me anymore.

“You’re the only thing stopping us,” I whisper.

At this point, I fully expect him to shut it down. To say no, not yet, and give more reasons why we should wait. So when he picks up the bottle of lube again and pops the cap, my throat constricts around a ball of emotions.

His eyes stay locked on mine as he spreads lube over his fingers, coating them with the liquid.

“If it’s too much at any point—”

“I’ll tell you,” I finish for him.

Tension radiates off him as he slips his hands between us, the lube-covered fingers finding my crease. He swirls them around and presses them against my rim, massaging the muscle before slowly sinking them inside. A low moan rips from my chest at the burn of them breaching me, but it’s a feeling I’ve grown accustomed to. One I’ve started to crave, knowing how quickly it morphs into pleasure.

My heart hammers against my ribs, sending my pulse into overdrive as his deft fingers fuck me with long, tortured strokes. And like I knew it would, the pain subsides, and I start pressing back against his fingers. Seeking more pleasure until a needy frenzy takes over, leaving me panting and quaking beneath him.

“Kaleb,please.I’m ready.”

I’m not above begging right now.

I’d do just about anything to have him inside me.

His nostrils flare as he pulls from my body and grabs the lube again. I watch, enraptured, as he douses his cock and spreads the cool liquid down his shaft in a few slow strokes. My desire kicks up another notch when he slowly lowers himself over me, resting his weight on one elbow to align himself. The head of his cock nudges against my hole, sending a bolt of lust and anticipation straight up my spine, but just when I think he’s going to finally press inside, his entire body stills.

“What’s wrong?”

A few silent seconds tick by before his forehead drops to mine, and I swear, I can feel him trembling against me; shaking as he struggles with whatever is happening inside his mind.

“Don’t make me regret this,” he utters, barely audible even in the stark silence.

My forehead rolls against his when I shake my head. “Never will I ever.”

Taking the words at face value, his hand slides into my hair and he crashes my lips to his. They’re soft as they move against mine,and I cup his jaw to run my fingers through the short beard I’m thoroughly obsessed with.

Then his hips move forward with a gentle thrust, the head of his cock sliding past my rim a few inches, finally giving me what I want. And if I was on fire before, I’m standing on the surface of the sun now. Burning alive, engulfed in heat and flames. The throbbing pain intensifies as he pulls back and presses in more, still barely penetrating me, and my hand moves to the back of his neck to hold on for dear life.

“Oh, fucking hell,” I moan, eyes sinking closed.

From the tension I feel beneath my palm, he’s doing his best to keep it together himself. But instead of thrusting in deeper, taking care for only his pleasure, he snakes a hand down and grips my cock. The lube still on his fingers makes it easy for his hand to glide up and down my shaft.

“Tell me what you need, baby,” he murmurs, fist moving in long, slow pumps over my length. “I want you to feel good. As good as I do with my cock inside you.”

My dick throbs in tandem with my ass, and it doesn’t take long for his ministrations to shift my focus from pain to pleasure.

“Keep doing that,” I pant, my head, falling back against the sleeping bag. “It helps.”

He hums softly, his hand moving a bit faster now. His lips find my collarbone, raining down kisses against my skin until I start relaxing beneath him. It’s only when I begin sighing and panting, the pain a distant memory, that he fully surrenders to his own desire.

Pulling back his hips, he gives another tentative thrust forward, allowing his cock to slide in deeper than before. Another wave of fire lights up my body as he slowly pumps his hips again and again, all the while murmuring praises against my skin.

You’re doing great, baby.

We’re halfway there.

Just relax and let me in.

Every bit of encouragement, paired with the way he strokes me while kissing my neck, dulls the sting while he slowly works himself deeper. To my surprise, any burn I was feeling is completely gone by the time his pelvis presses against my ass, seating himself fully inside me.

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