Page 109 of Dreamscape Therapies

When his hand closes around me, I nearly come off the bed.

“Easy.” He laughs softly. “We're just getting started.”

I groan and close my eyes.

He strokes me slowly, maddeningly, while his other hand reaches for the lube. I hear the click of the cap, and my breath catches. His wet hand wraps tightly around my cock, stroking and pulling until I’m a writhing, panting mess beneath him. He takes his time, making sure I’m ready for what comes next. When his touch moves lower, my entire body tenses instinctively.

“Relax,” he whispers. “I’ve got you.”

His slick fingers trail down, circling my entrance teasingly.

“Breathe, Jagiya.”

I gasp for breath as his finger breaches me. He helps me adjust to the unfamiliar sensation, kissing my neck and rubbing my still throbbing cock. The pressure is strange, and the stretch is intense, but it isn’t painful.

“Okay?” he asks, stilling.

“Yeah.” I swallow roughly. “Keep going.”

He works me open with care, patiently adding a second finger when I’m ready. The stretch burns a bit, but it’s not bad. Every time my body tenses, he slows down. Every time I relax, he pushes a little further. And when he crooks his finger just right, I practically shout, my hips jerking.

“There it is,” he says, satisfaction creeping into his voice. “Even alphas have prostates.”

“Shut up.”

His grin is unmistakable. “Make me.”

He keeps teasing that spot until I’m squirming beneath him, my fingers digging hard into his slim shoulders.

“Jay, please.”

“Please what?”

“I need. I need you.”

His expression softens. “You have me.”

He takes his time making sure I’m ready, stretching me gradually until the anticipation is almost unbearable. He adds a third finger, and I moan.

“I'm ready. I’m so ready.”

“Soon,” He promises, scissoring his fingers to stretch me further.

I’m practically sobbing by the time he finally pulls his fingers out. I hear him stripping off his pants, the sound of more lube being applied, and then he’s positioning himself between my legs.

My heart pounds.

“Look at me.”

His eyes are dark with desire, but underneath it is the same love I’ve seen every time he looks at me.

“I love you, Jagiya.”

“I love you too.”

He pushes in slowly, giving me plenty of time to adjust. The stretch is intense, but I hold onto his shoulders and breathe through it.

“You’re doing so good,” he murmurs. “So good for me. Just a little more.”