Page 65 of Trick or Treat Nurse at My Feet
"I want to make this good for you," he says, his mouth trailing down my chest.
"It already is." No hesitation, no second-guessing, just the truth.
Reaching for the lube, I pop the cap. "I'll show you how to get me ready," I say, guiding his hand.
Tyler watches intently as I squeeze lube onto my fingers. "Tell me what to do," he says, his voice a mixture of nerves and eagerness.
"Start with one finger," I instruct. "Go slow. There's no rush."
He nods, positioning himself between my legs, watching as I slowly circle my entrance. I've never been watched this intensely and must admit I feel pretty powerful that this man needs me to teach him what to do with another man.
"My turn," Tyler says, suddenly eager. He reaches for the lube, but in his excitement, he squeezes too hard, and a large dollop spills onto the sheets.
"Oops," he says, looking chagrined.
"Well, there was going to be a wet spot anyway."
He joins my laughter, and something about the moment, both of us naked, laughing, comfortable enough to be goofy together, feels right. His touch is gentle, almost too careful as he circles my entrance.
"Like this?" he asks.
"Just like that," nodding my head, I almost gasp out, "You can push in now."
He does, his finger breaching me slowly, his eyes fixed on my face. "Are you okay?"
"I'm perfect. Please keep going."
Tyler is a quick study, following my instructions andreading my reactions. When his finger brushes my prostate, my back arches off the mattress, a moan escaping me.
"There," air rushes from my lungs. "Right there."
"Found it," he grins, looking ridiculously pleased with himself. He strokes the spot again, watching me squirm. "That's amazing."
"Add another finger," my need makes the words come out more demanding than intended.
He complies, stretching me carefully. "You look so beautiful like this," he says, his voice thick with wonder. "Opening up for me. Trusting me."
His words are as arousing as his touch. "I do trust you," I say, surprised by how true it is.
Tyler takes over completely, his confidence growing as he works a third finger into me, stretching carefully. "You feel so tight," he murmurs. "I don't want to hurt you."
"You won't," The words come out steady, sure. "I'm ready. I want you inside me."
His eyes darken at my words. He reaches for a condom, tearing it open with slightly trembling hands. I watch as he rolls it on, then adds more lube, coating himself generously.
"How do you want me?"
"Just like this," he says. "I want to see your face."
The request makes my heart stutter. Ryan always preferred me face down, avoiding eye contact. Tyler is full of happy surprises.
He positions himself between my legs, the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. His eyes lock with mine. "Tell me if it's too much," he says.
Chapter 16
Mind = Blown
TYLER
