Total pages in book: 127
Estimated words: 117992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117992 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 590(@200wpm)___ 472(@250wpm)___ 393(@300wpm)
He didn't respond with words, but the way he kissed me was answer enough and the relief of knowing this would continue was like a mini orgasm all in itself. Zach took his time working me back up, but just when I was ready to blow, he eased off and pulled his fingers free of my body. One of his arms went around my back and then he was gently moving me on the bed so my head was on the pillow. I was physically exhausted but still tense with need, so all I could do was lie there and watch Zach as he prepared himself. His moves were deliberate as he removed the rest of his clothing and donned a condom that he’d pulled from his wallet. It made me nervous that he could be so cool and relaxed, but then I saw the tremble in his fingers as he worked the latex down his hard shaft.
When he climbed onto the bed, I expected him to turn me over so he could take me from behind. But to my surprise, he lay down on top of me, his body settling between my legs. When he kissed me, it was passionate, hungry. Lube was getting all over my own dick and belly, but I most certainly didn't care. I kissed Zach back with newfound confidence that I didn't really know the origin of.
Zach's hand reached between our bodies so he could position his crown at my opening. He broke the kiss and murmured, "Bear down on me, okay?"
I nodded and curled my hands around his upper arms.
I did as he said but there was no denying that it did hurt when he started to push into me. But unlike the first time, my body didn't seem to resist the intrusion as much and while it burned, it wasn't the same level of pain I’d experienced the first go around.
"Breathe," Zach urged. He peppered my mouth with tiny kisses. In between, he told me what to do and when, and he praised me with the sweetest of words as he pushed deeper inside. He only went about halfway in before slowly pulling back out just a little. The move shot a tingle of excitement up my spine because it didn't hurt. The pressure was intense but something about that little glide had my faltering dick returning to attention.
Zach continued to move in and out of me slowly, going deeper each time. He reminded me to breathe at the same time that his hand began moving along my side. When he was finally all the way inside of me and I felt his balls pressed up against my ass, I wanted to die of happiness right there on the spot. I knew there was much more to come, but just knowing that I'd been able to do this and do it with Zach was a life-altering event in itself. No matter what happened after tonight, I'd always get to say Zach had been my first. That my first time had been with a man I loved. There were so many people who didn't get to have that kind of memory.
Zach continued to love on my body with his hands and on my mouth with his lips. I quickly became an active participant again. When I began kissing Zach back, he shifted his weight until he covered my body completely. His hand moved beneath my ass so he could lift my hips. That slid him deeper inside of me, and I gasped at the sensation.
Zach began to glide in and out of me in slow, long, smooth strokes. The friction with each powerful thrust tightened the coil of need in my belly and made the pressure in my balls almost unbearable. There were no more words spoken between us, but somehow it didn't matter. I saw everything I needed to in Zach's eyes and in the way he held me, and I wanted to believe that he could see the same in me.
As Zach's plunges began to grow harder and faster and the only sounds in the room were of skin slapping against skin and our labored breathing, I wrapped my legs around his hips so he'd have better leverage. His hand moved between our bodies to grip my dick. He matched the pumps of his hand to his thrusts into my body, and all I could do was hang on for the ride. We were drenched in sweat as we each chased our orgasms. I lost the ability to think or speak, so I just clung to Zach and trusted him to take us where we needed to go. I couldn't say how many more times he pounded into me or how many more kisses he stole as he stroked my cock, but when I reached the edge of that cliff, I found my voice again.