Page 24 of The Lost Art of Woodworking and Taking Risks
“Do you think I could ride you, sweetheart?” Bennan asked. “Would you like that? Show you how good it feels?”
They’d done just about everything short of penetrative sex, and Chamis was pretty sure the lingering butterflies fluttering in his stomach were just anxiety about a new experience and the possibility, however remote, that he would finally disappoint his partner.
Bennan had been patient and eager and wonderful in every single thing they’d done so far. There was no logical reason to think this would be different.
Chamis’s palms had still gone all sweaty.
Whenever he’d thought about it in the past, he’d always imagined he would be doing the, er, riding, but the thought of Bennan taking him made heat suffuse Chamis’s body.
Part of Chamis felt like this should really be done in the dead of night—but he was pretty sure that was just his nerves talking. He loved Bennan stretched out naked in bed, able to see all of him in perfect detail thanks to the afternoon sun shining in the window, and Bennan had been explicitly clear on more than one occasion that he liked the same from Chamis.
He was pretty sure that meant this was just regular nerves, and he wasn’t hesitating for any sort of logical reason.
“Would you like that?” Chamis asked, biting his lip. “Are you sure?”
Bennan flashed him a bright grin. “Am I sure I’d like to ride your great big cock until you make me come? Oh, Chamis, I’m definitely sure of that.”
Well, that was pretty direct.
Bennan showed him how to help stretch him, a tangle of fingers and oil as they got him ready together.
“Got to get me nice and loose because you’re so big, aren’t you?” Bennan purred.
“Uh huh,” Chamis agreed, concentrating on the feeling of his fingers sliding with Bennan’s in and out of that tight heat. They’d usedfingers before, and he loved it. It was hard not to feel deeply intimate when parts of you were buried so deeply inside someone else.
When Bennan was stretched wide on four thick fingers, he declared he was finally ready, and he got Chamis lying down, his cock jutting proudly into the air.
Bennan oiled him up, making Chamis groan at the touch. Bennan squeezed his base, just a little, smiling at him. “Can’t come yet, sweetheart.”
Chamis nodded, panting a little. “Gonna try not to, but you’re so amazing, it’s pretty hard.”
Bennan pumped again. “Itispretty hard.”
Chamis rolled his eyes, because that wasnotwhat he’d meant, but Bennan just laughed and then straddled him, sliding back until Chamis’s cock was nestled against Bennan’s ass. He reached behind himself, parting his cheeks and lining them up, and then he bore down.
Nothing in his life had quite prepared Chamis for the moment the head of his cock began to slide inside Bennan. The smaller man groaned, long and low, the sound going straight to Chamis’s cock. He continued to drive himself down, taking Chamis all the way in until Chamis was buried inside Bennan as deep as it was possible to get.
“How’s that feel?” Bennan asked.
“Like you’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me,” Chamis gasped out.
Bennan’s eyes flew to his, a smile lighting up his face, and he leaned down to kiss Chamis, making them both groan with pleasure.
“So good,” Bennan breathed out. “You fill me up so good, sweetheart.”
They kissed for long, slow moments, just basking in the sensations. It felt so good when Bennan was sucking his cock, but there was somethingabout being buried inside the man like this that was even better. Chamis hadn’t known that was possible. Maybe it was the fact that they could just rest like this, that Chamis wasn’t cutting off any breathing or worried that Bennan’s jaw was going to get sore?
Maybe it felt a bit less one-sided, though Bennan had never been shy about telling him just how much he enjoyed sucking him. It was true that Chamis very much enjoyed sucking Bennan—and he’d gotten much better at it, though Bennan had praised even his initial, very hesitant efforts—but he always worried a little that Bennan’s pleasure was in doing something that Chamis enjoyed not in his own experience. Together in this position now, it was impossible to miss how much Bennan enjoyed being filled by Chamis’s cock, and every bit of Chamis was suffused in pleasure.
But this connection felt even deeper than that, the two of them joined together more completely than they ever had been before.
After several more long, languid kisses, Bennan sat back up, and then he started to move. And Chamis realized that all his thoughts about how good this felt had barely scratched the surface, because itgot better. Bennan knew exactly how to move, how to rise up and then slide back down Chamis’s cock over and over again. The tight heat was overwhelming, but in the best way.
Chamis was sure he wouldn’t ever grow tired of all the physical sensations, but he also delighted in just watching Bennan, hearing his moans of pleasure and praise for how big Chamis was and how good he felt and how much Bennan loved this and wanted to do it over and over and over again.
Yes, Chamis could be pretty confident that Bennan was enjoying this very much and didn’t find Chamis’s sizea problem.
“Oh, yes, sweetheart, feels so good, you’re going to make me come, you’re so amazing.”
