Page 79 of Brought By the Storm

He shook his head no. “Eric, this isn’t about me playing with a toy to give you a show. I wanted to get used to it so I could give you me.”

I scrunched my face from bewilderment. “I don’t understand. You always give me you… What are you saying?”

“Eric, I want you to make love to me tonight. I want you inside of me,” he explained.

I gulped. “Oh.” I swallowed again. “Are you sure? Carrington, I love you topping me, you know. You don’t have to do this.”

“Baby, please come over to the bed. I feel kind of vulnerable talking to you whilst I’m lying here on the bed naked with a butt plug up my ass—and you’re standing there looking like you just walked off the cover of GQ magazine.” He sighed.

To make him more comfortable, I whipped off my sweater and chucked off my pants, throwing them over a nearby chair. Then I climbed onto the bed with him and stroked his hair. “Better?”

He smiled. “Yes. Thank you.”

“Carrington, I know you’re a top. I am so happy every time I’m with you and I don’t feel like I’m missing anything,” I assured him. “We don’t need to do what you’re proposing. I don’t want something hurting you when we’re making love.”

He nodded. “I know. That’s why I’ve been practicing with the plug. I started with the submarine and worked my way up to the vibrator. I even tried the dildo a couple of times. I won’t lie, that was a total no-go on the first effort. I thought I was going to end up bleeding.” I gave him a look of horror. “No. It’s okay. My point is, I found that it was getting easier. I just needed some experience and a little…stretching.”

“But again, I didn’t ask you to do this.”

He put a finger to my lips. “I know. I wanted to. Eric, I want to know what it feels like to have you inside me, to have you come inside me. You’re my guy. I want you to be the only one who ever has me that way.”

They weren’t the words my mother had taught me were romantic things to say to a lover, but they brought a tear to my eye.

“Eric, I knew if you started to enter me and I felt pain, you’d want to stop. Hell, maybe I would have wanted you to stop. I knew I had to get myself ready in my head and for the bed. And tonight, whilst you were cleaning up, I took a hot shower and lubed myself up, stretching myself with this stupid butt plug. But Eric, now you can enter me and it won’t hurt. I’ll just enjoy the experience of having the man I love inside me. I want that.”

I didn’t say anything, overwhelmed. He mistook that as doubt on my part. “God, did I misread things? Do you not want me like that?”

I pounced on his mouth, thrilled by his wet tongue darting against my own. He pulled my body on top of his, and my hardness was crushing his pretty bow. “Oops. I forgot to unwrap you first.”

He laughed. “Please. It’s not the softest of material. I don’t want to end up explaining to a doctor how I got a ribbon cut on my dick.”

I untied the bow and pulled it away, salivating at the sight of his engorged dick and hefty nut sack. “You are so hot. I don’t think I’ll ever cease being amazed at how perfect you are, Carrington.”

“So, you didn’t tell me. Do you want to top me tonight? You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I’m always happy to make love to you, baby,” he promised.

My eyes went wide. “I love it when you top me, but I want to get inside you.”

He was shaking a bit under me, his smile a bit uncertain. “Good. I’ve been thinking about it for a while.” He grabbed both sides of my face and pulled me into another kiss. “Until a few months ago, I would never have contemplated doing this, but I want this now. You and I will only have had each other this way. It makes me feel like—we belong to each other.”

I nodded. “We do, though, don’t we? I want to belong to you, Carrington.”

He smiled. “Yes. And I’m yours too, baby.”

I reached down to pull the intrusion from Carrington’s ass. That elicited a slight hiss from him. I soothed him by rubbing his pecs and kissing his neck. I worked my way down his sexy torso, licking and kissing until I reached his aching shaft. I didn’t know if I could ever be enthusiastic about fellatio with someone else, but I thought about satisfying Carrington all the time. Having him in my mouth felt so intimate, and his warmth and taste were intoxicating. I had learned to take all of him without gagging, and knowing that entire beautiful cock was in my mouth and throat was a major turn-on for both of us.

This night, I slurped and sucked with lots of saliva, just as he liked it. When I pulled off him, the spit mixed with his own leaking liquid was drooling out of my mouth and down my chin. I knew it was a sight that sent Carrington into a daze, and tonight was no exception. His eyes clouded and his mouth opened like he just saw a vision. He grabbed me by my neck and pulled me back up to him so he could kiss me once more, licking at my messy lips.

“I’m going to start to get you ready, okay?” I whispered when he parted for air. He nodded, though I wasn’t sure if he was even comprehending. He was lost in lust. When he pulled my mouth back to his, I slipped a finger into his already slicked hole. Carrington moaned. Like an acrobat, I kept kissing him, fingering him, then used my right hand to grab the lubricant from the nightstand. I pulled away from him long enough to coat two more fingers. “Ready for more, baby?”

He nodded. I slid another digit into him, and he bit down, closing his eyes. I was relieved when he reopened them, giving me a small smile. “I’m good. It feels good.”

After stretching and probing him, I inched in the third finger, eliciting an ‘ooh’ from him while he wrapped his arms around my shoulders. “Tell me if it’s too much,” I coaxed.

“Not too much,” he breathed. “Pump me.”

I started to push my fingers in and out, which didn’t seem to cause him discomfort. His eyes were rolling and he was gasping, so I figured he was past feelings of discomfort. I placed one of the pillows under his bottom so I could angle my fingers better, hitting his prostate with every thrust. His cries told me I was striking the mark. “Jesus, Carrington. You could make me cry just from looking at you,” I gasped.

“I’m ready,” he almost yelled.