“I touched you to make you feel good, not to make you come. That doesn’t always have to be the goal. I don’t need to put my dick inside you. Period. Sex is more than penetration. Ifyouwant to bottom, we can work our way up to it, but don’t you dare do it because you think I need it.”
“I want it for me.” That preference hasn’t changed, just because my body changed. I love being filled. I need it. Prostate orgasms have always done a lot more for me, and I love coming hands-free. He knows that too, but I appreciate him leaving that goal up to me.
“Then we’ll get you there, but there’s no pressure from me, and you can change your mind anytime. All those tests showed you have normal blood flow and function, so itshouldwork. Zarah said there are plenty of treatment options if you struggle, right?”
I nod glumly. “Right.”
“Remember how I took care of you when I fucked you the first time?” Velvet slips into his voice. He slides his palm up my thigh. “You were just as impatient then, just as hard on yourself. But I was in no hurry. I loved exploring your body, finding out what made you feel good, slowly opening you up more and more.”
Heat simmers back into my bloodstream.
“I’m going to love rediscovering you all over again.” He pinches my chin and leans in, so close his lips graze mine as he says, “Trust me to help you take my cock because I’ve done it before.” He strokes my bottom lip with his thumb. “Tell me you trust me.”
Calm settles over me. “I do.”
“Good.” His tongue delves into my mouth, and traces mine tantalizingly.
All the blood that fled my cock zips right back down. He pulls back and we both watch as my cock fills, bobbing higher with each beat of my heart.
“Look at you, so responsive and sexy.” His back shields my lap from the shower’s reach, so there’s no hiding the slick pre-cum his praise summons. “How much more pre-cum can you make for me?”
My dick twitches at the suggestion, and not long after, more pre-cum oozes out from my slit.
“See. You’re so perfect, listening so well, showing me how much my words affect you.” He swipes pre-cum from my tip and rolls it between his fingers, then gathers a tendril that only severs when he licks it.
I watch on, hypnotized as he wraps his palm around the underside of my cock, keeping our view unobstructed, and milks another tendril of pre-cum, then leads my fingers down to scoop it up. He guides my hand up to my mouth. “Open.” Thenhe dips my own fingers inside my mouth and paints my tongue with my pre-cum.
My mouth salivates, my thoughts turn fuzzy around the edges as he uses my body as an extension of his.
“Suck.”
I relax into submission, and do as he says.
“See how delicious you taste?”
I nod, short and stilted, just enough to answer without breaking the seal because he didn’t tell me to stop sucking. He takes down the handheld shower attachment, and kneels before me again. Starting with my traps, he gives me a soothing massage at close range. I tilt my head back and hum. Water cascades down my front, licking at my nipples. His other hand returns to my cock. He’s not stroking. It’s not rhythmic. There’s no goal beyond exploration.
My eyes fall closed as I melt under the heat and steam, giving myself over to the sensations rippling through me, still mindlessly sucking.
“Sweetheart?”
I open my eyes.
He takes my fingers out and holds his palm in front of my mouth. “Spit.”
When I do as he asks, he diverts the water away from my body, uses my spit for lube, and nudges his finger against my rim. He slowly presses in, stopping before he breaches the tight ring of muscle, and cups his hand in front of my mouth again. I don’t spit until he tells me to. I’m his marionette.
“Go ahead,” he says.
Once I’ve complied, he spits into his palm, mixing our saliva together, then pushes his finger inside. It stings a little, but I know he won’t hurt me, and I’m grateful as hell that he didn’t ruin the moment by leaving for lube. While his finger steadily enters me, he drifts the shower head southward, teasing around my cock and balls.
His finger grazes my prostate. Ecstasy echoesthrough me. His dilated pupils flare wider. “Take a deep breath, and keep your eyes on me.”
I do, expanding my lungs fully. He edges the shower head closer and roams over the lower half of my cock, raining pleasure everywhere water touches, while avoiding my sensitive head. I exhale a long moan.
“That feels so…”
He steals my words as he applies gentle pressure to my prostate. “Mm. You squeeze me so sweetly.” He dips his head and licks the pre-cum from my tip. “Take another deep breath for me and relax.” When I do as he asks, he strokes my cock from root to tip with the shower head, easing back when I tense, massaging my prostate once I relax again.