Charlie is beautiful, and yes, I know he's a man. But his beauty is unmatched for me. It's the way his eyelashes flutter with each shaky breath he takes and the way his body responds to me so deliciously. I watch every shudder and gasp that comes out of him with laser focus. The sounds go right to my cock, so I take my time with him.
"Blake…"
Fuck. "Yes, baby?"
"When are you…" Charlie takes a sharp breath as I curl my fingers again. "When are you going to put that…?"
I follow his gaze. "My cock? You want it that bad, huh?"
"I mean…" he stutters. How adorable.
I pull my fingers out, slow and deliberate as I watch Charlie's body deflate. He opens his mouth to speak, but quickly closes it again when he sees that I slip off my boxers. My hardened length jumps free and Charlie's jaw goes slack.
"That… I don't think that will fit."
"It will," I muse, already lubing myself up. "But if it hurts, I'll stop immediately. Just say the word, okay?"
He swallows, his lips quivering already. "Okay."
My expression softens. "I mean it, Charlie. If it hurts even just a tiny bit, tell me. Don't keep quiet about it."
Charlie nods, his eyes genuinely trusting me, but I see the slight tremors in his body.
"I'll make you feel good." I reassure.
I align myself up to Charlie's hole and his breath hitches. God, I'm holding myself back so hard from just shoving it in. I take a deep breath and slide my tip in. Warmth envelopes me and I nearly stutter. He feels good. So good.
A low groan escapes me. "Relax for me, baby… Unless you want to cut my dick off."
Charlie breathes sharply, squeezing around me even further. "I'm trying. But you're fully inside, right?"
I take a look with a chuckle. "Not even halfway in, baby."
"What?" he rasps, shifting. "You're kidding…"
I shake my head, feeling my chest puff up with pride. "I'm going in."
I thrust inside in one fluid motion, another groan leaving my lips as Charlie adjusts around me. He's still so tight. Maybe I should have prepped him more.
"Oh god!" Charlie gasps, his hips bucking forward. He's struggling, that much I can tell. Or feel at this point.
I reach out, grabbing his face in my hand. "Should I pull out?"
"No," he rasps, leaning into my touch. "Just… don't move yet."
"Sure thing, baby." I murmur and press my forehead against his. We stay like this for a moment, our breaths mingling together. My heart pounds against my chest and I'm pretty sure Charlie can hear it, because I can hear his. Loud and clear.
And god forgive me, I can't hold on any longer.
I trail a flurry of kisses along my boyfriend's jaw, then down to his neck. Each peck meant to mark him up.
I still don't move, but my voice comes out rough as I feel Charlie shudder beneath me. "Baby, I want to move. You can handle me, yeah? I know you can, please."
"Okay…"
I don't wait any longer. I slide out an inch and plunge back inside, gripping Charlie's hips harder. The broken whimper that comes from him sends a delicious jolt in me and I drive harder. I wanted to go slow, I really did. But Charlie's moans and shivers drive me insane. I need more of him. All of him.
"God, baby" I roll my hips, steadying my pace. "You feel so good. You're swallowing me right up!"
"Blake… oh, god!" My name keeps slipping from Charlie's lips like a mantra.
I wrap my hand around his length and stroke him slowly. His eyes roll back and I watch as he falls apart before me. I take Charlie's lips in a sloppy kiss, swallowing up his moans and he wraps his arms around me, holding me in a vice grip. He's close to hitting his climax. I can feel it in the way he tightens around my cock and his body tenses up.
My thumb swipes across the slit of his head, pre-cum already gathered there. I quicken the strokes on his dick and the pace of mine in him. "Come for me, baby. Let me feel you."
"Wait, ahhh!" Charlie whines as he hits his climax, hot cum spluttering over his chest. I follow right after, driving into him deeper until I spill inside him. Charlie's breathing hitches as some of my load drips from his hole. I don't pull out just yet, still riding out both of our orgasms.
"Blake…" his soft whimper breaks the sound of our harsh breathing.
I press a featherlight kiss on the corner of his lips and then finally pull out slowly, letting Charlie feel it all. He shudders ever so slightly, his body spent.
I lean in for another kiss, softer this time. "You did good, baby. Real good."
"Yeah?" Charlie breathes, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Yeah," I chuckle, my thumb catching a stray tear from the corner of his eyes. "You were perfect. So perfect."
His cheeks turn the faintest shade of red and I chuckle again. "Alright. Let me clean you up, baby. Don't fall asleep on me just yet."
Charlie nods and my smile widens. Next time I'll make sure he's got enough strength for a second round. Or three.