“How about I do something to make it up to you?” he asked, reaching behind him to swipe a condom off the bed.
“I’m, er… I’m still a bit…” I cleared my throat, and I could feel myself flushing. “Tender,” I murmured.
“This isn’t for me,” he chuckled before he ripped it open with his teeth. “Lean back, handsome. Let me show you something good.”
Dom
“How do you want to do this?” I asked.
“Um… What do you mean?” he stammered.
“I mean, I’ve been thirsting after your dick for ages, and it’s time to try it out.”
Harry’s eyes widened, but the second he understood what I meant, heat flooded his gaze, and his back straightened.
“I don’t know what to do,” he said cautiously.
“Really? Because, as far as I’m aware, you’ve had a lot of time to experiment - at least on yourself.” I got the condom ready as we talked, and I loved how he shivered the second I pushed my shirt to reach his cock.
“No, I didn’t. Not when you were away.”
“Not even once?” I ask, cocking a brow. Considering how horny he was the whole time we'd been texting, I thought he would still give it a go. But maybe pity wanks weren’t his thing.
“Well, once or twice.” Harry’s head dipped as he looked away, but that could have been because I was sliding the condom onto his cock slowly to try to wind him up further. “But it was too painful…”
My eyes shuttered closed at his confession, but I didn’t want to spoil the mood and make it serious again.
“Then, why don’t we put those rusty skills to practice?” I said, stealing a kiss. “Are your fingers still working?”
“Yes, no problem there.” He gave me a shy smile, and I softened into him.
I dropped the lube on the bed beside us and edged back. His gaze was fixed on me, so I deliberately stretched out to show off my body. Head on the pillow, feet almost touching the end of my bed, and my cock already, just how he liked it. His short intake told me I had guessed right.
The heavy shoulders, the wide curve of his stomach, and thick thighs that had gripped my hips so tightly when I made him moan last night. I wanted to do it again and again, but I needed to feel him inside me first.
“Do you think you can move?” I asked.
He nodded, nervousness still lighting his eyes as he crawled over to lie down beside me.
“I've been fantasising about having you top me, as well.” I smirked. “But don’t worry, I can guide you through it if you need it.” I took his lips again, languid strokes of my tongue pulling sounds of pleasure from him until I needed more.
The way I saw it, last night I took his virginity, but it was only half of the picture. Fucking me would bring it full circle.
“Okay, come on then. Where do you want me?” I asked.
His eyes flicked to the pillow next to him, and I saw a new determination cross his face. “On your stomach,” he ordered. “Ass up, like you made me do when we were texting.”
“Mmmn, yes. Perfect.”
I did exactly as he said, shooting him a wink as he rose and I got comfortable on my front.
“Arms by your sides,” he said as he popped the cap on the bottle of lube. “Open your legs for me.” His commanding tone returned, and he became the Harry I was used to, where he had his business face on. He was so fucking hot when he was in charge.
My right ear was against the mattress as I watched him out of an eye. My chest stayed pressed down as my ass rode high, waiting for him to make a move.
I loved the eager look on his face as he spread lube over his fingers, and I hummed happily. His hand trembled as he reached out with that look of focus he always got when he was trying to finish a task. If he wanted my ass to be his task, he was welcome to go right ahead, but I was going to make him enjoy it as well.
His fingers threaded between my ass cheeks, and I jumped as his cold, lube-topped fingers pressed against my hole.