Note: Thanks for the nice comments on this so far. In response to what you said/asked... on the POV issue, I've been experimenting with different ways of writing and I've not always written the other side, certainly not like in the first stories I submitted. This story does have some of Rob's POV, it's Chapter 5. Which means to those of you who said I'd left you hanging on the last one, I should just say sorry now for the ending of this part!
And on the timing thing and writing faster... I'd love to spend more time writing, honestly, but my bosses aren't going to pay me if I do! I'm trying to strike a balance between finishing the two stories I'm posting now, writing some of the other 8 I'm working on so I've got something to post after this, and occasionally having a life away from the computer!! I love writing, and having you guys read it and care about it too really means a lot.
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4
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“Let's go to bed,” I whispered in his ear. I was fairly sure his shiver was at my words rather than the cold, especially as he stood straight away, me still held in his arms, and carried me off to his bedroom. He placed me down on his bed so gently I felt cherished, and I knew that I was making the right decision being with him no matter how long we had together. His eyes though were raking over my naked body with need and desire still, and the tent in his trousers was still very evident.
He tried to join me on the bed but I stopped him with a hand on his chest.
“I need to see all of you.”
He smiled at me and straightened up, and my hands followed him, settling on the buttons on his jeans. I heard him suck in a breath even though I hadn't touched him anywhere sensitive. I was quite close to his dick and I figured he must be really turned on my now. I couldn't resist lightly stroking one finger down the ridge I could see, but he grabbed my hand to stop me. His voice was strained and deep with lust.
“Don't tease.”
I didn't want to, I was just fascinated. This was my first time being able to feel a real cock other than my own, and I was torn between desperation to touch and taste and taking the time to savour it. I had a feeling that Rob would prefer the quicker approach. I fumbled as I undid his buttons, my hands shaking with a combination of anticipation and nerves. Time to find out whether any of the stuff I had read online and practised with my toys had prepared me enough to make this good.
His cock sprang out as I freed it and pushed his trousers down and he managed to step out of them. I was facing the most beautiful sight I had ever seen, all his tight stomach muscles and the trail of golden hair leading down to his long thick erection that bobbed in front of me, begging for my attention. Precum glistened on the tip of the rosy head and his foreskin was pulled right back. He moaned just at it being freed, and again when I licked to taste some of the salty sweetness. I moved my tongue down to lave the shaft, tracing the vein I found and he grabbed my shoulders to steady himself. He didn't let me sit down, so I wasn't going to let him either.
I nibbled on the head with my lips for a moment, licking to gather up the drops he was already leaking for me, before covering my teeth and starting to take him into my mouth. One long moan met my ears and I would have joined him in it if my mouth wasn't full already. The feeling was incredible, and I had never expected it to be so good for me to have a cock to taste. I kept my tongue moving, caressing wherever I could as I slid further down and then made a seal so I could suck on the way back up. My hands moved so I could jack what was left of him in time with my movements.
From the sounds he was making I figured I was doing at least okay, but to be honest I was more entranced by the feel of him in my hands and mouth. His grip on my shoulders seemed to be tightening and although
that was starting to hurt I didn't want to stop what I was enjoying so much. I didn't even know how long I had been doing it, but I became aware of his cries and him stiffening in his body and his cock became almost impossibly hard. I managed to look up just as he arched back and I was treated to stream after stream of his warm cum. I moaned as he filled me and I swallowed what I had been offered. It tasted different to my own, more sweet, and it was much better direct from the source.
He let go of me and collapsed onto the bed at the side of me. I lay back myself, still savouring my tasty drink. He just lay and groaned. It was worth me paying more attention, because his gorgeous tight ass was now on display, and it was more impressive than I had imagined. My own dick was already rising again, encouraged by what I had done and the sight of him lying sated beside me. His eyes opened blearily and he looked across at me.
“You sure you haven't done that before?”
“Not on the real thing, no. I loved it!”
“Me too. That was great.”
I beamed a smile at him. It crossed my mind that he might be lying, but it had worked so I couldn't have done too badly. His arm came across me and he motioned me to turn over so we were facing each other again and his lips pressed to mine. There was less urgency this time but still lots of passion, and we were soon wrapped around each other again. This time he was totally naked in my arms and I couldn't get enough of holding and stroking his body. I couldn't believe I was able to do this when last night I had thought it would all be over before it began. I couldn't allow myself to think about the future, but at least I could enjoy what we had right now.
Even though we were both hard again we just lay there and kissed, exploring each others' bodies with our hands slowly. After the first explosive moments neither of us seemed to want to rush things, or certainly I didn't. His body was so hard and toned I could spend hours touching it even in a non-sexual way and I trailed my fingers across the hard planes, particularly enjoying the feel of the side of him where his waist tapered down to his stomach and hips. I was slim, but this was the kind of body every man wanted, and at least being like this I had the next best thing to it being my own. I could have that body to bring me pleasure.
He pulled back from our kisses and just seemed to stare at me, his hand stroking the side of my face gently as he looked into my eyes.
“Are you okay baby?” he eventually asked. I loved hearing the endearment but wondered why he was asking.
“I'm a long way past okay,” I replied softly, my hands still running over his body.
He smiled. “Yeah, me too. I didn't realise how much I needed this.” His eyes flicked closed for a second and then he looked back to me shyly, an expression I wasn't expecting, and then corrected himself. “I didn't realise how much I needed you.”
My hands froze. That was too close to an admission that there was a lot more to this than a bit of fun for a few days, and as much as I knew I wanted that, it was something we couldn't have. He noticed my discomfort and kissed me again.
“Sorry,” he murmured.
“Let's not...”
He nodded, somehow understanding what I was saying. We had to keep emotion out of this, because if we didn't the end would be a lot harder. I knew I wasn't going to want to leave him and I was already aware that my feelings went way beyond what I had told him I needed. I guess he realised that, and felt it too, but I couldn't bear to hear it out loud.
“What would you like to do now?”
A wealth of possibilities ran through my head, but I'd already mentioned my favourite to him earlier as I whispered in his ear. What I wanted most was to feel him filling me, pressing me down into the mattress with that glorious body and pounding me into ecstasy with his hard cock. I gave it a couple of soft strokes before I answered, noting how he gasped and his expression changed with the pleasured feeling he was getting. I still felt shy about asking, but leaned across to whisper in his ear.
“I want this. I want you to fill me and fuck me with this.”
Again, my words made him groan. His hand came down to stop me stroking him, and he entwined his fingers with mine.
“Are you sure? It's a big step and I don't want to hurt you.”
“You won't. I've played with toys and I know I like it, I just need the real thing.”
His grin made me shiver. “Trust me, toys have nothing on the real thing. This is going to blow your mind!” Then his face fell. “Shit. I haven't got lube or rubbers. We'll have to wait until we've done some shopping. Damn!”
I kissed him quickly, pleased that he was so disappointed because that meant he really wanted to do this, and even more pleased that I had (unknowingly) packed a lot better than he had.
“Stay there,” I said, then headed out of the room, my dick bouncing before me. It wasn't going to go down in a hurry, even kissing Rob had me hard. I quickly found what we needed and headed back to his room, almost forgetting what I'd gone for when I saw him laid out on the bed. He was beautiful, and I took a good long look at him laying in bed waiting for me, to make sure the image would stay in my mind forever. His hard dick pointed to the ceiling and too long looking at it reminded me what I wanted from him. I headed back to the bed and handed him condoms and lube. He looked at me in question.
“I was a boy scout,” I told him, grinning.
He looked as though he didn't believe me, but asking more questions was going to delay what we both wanted to do now.
“Lie on your front and spread your legs, I'm going to get you ready for me.”
I moved fast and got myself in the position he had instructed, hard and needy but a little nervous and feeling vulnerable. This was why I needed someone I could trust, I was fully opened to him and if I hadn't believed he'd take his time rather than just shove his way inside I'd never be able to do this. I shook as his hands moved across my back and over my buttocks. Even that felt really good, I had no idea what everything else would do to me, although I suspected he was right that it would blow my mind.
