Where Nerves End

to drop another kiss dangerously close to my rock hard cock, “I wanted to return the favor.”
With that, he went down on me, and my back lifted off the bed as my fingers grasped the sheets even tighter. He was cautious at first, steadying my cock with his hand as he ran his tongue along the underside, around the head, back down. When he put his lips around the head, I moaned softly, and he took me deeper into his mouth. Not deep-throating—didnt imagine he was ready for that—but holy shit, he did just fine like this.
His hand slid up and down my side as he sucked my cock with insatiable enthusiasm. I closed my eyes, arching my back and letting myself get lost in everything he did. With the way he kissed, it shouldnt have surprised me he was this good with his mouth. But he said hed never done this before, so he shouldnt have known exactly how to do this, how to circle the head of my cock with his tongue or squeeze just right with his lips and his hand, but he did, oh, God, he did.
Combing my fingers through his wavy hair, I dug my teeth into my lip and struggled to stay still, to keep from forcing my cock into his mouth like I desperately want to do. I wanted nothing more than to fuck his mouth, but he wasnt experienced— Jesus, you’d never know it from the way he sucks cock —so I held back. Tried to, anyway. My hips moved with no conscious effort on my part, lifting just slightly off the bed and keeping perfect time with Michael.
All at once he stopped, and before I could protest, he pushed himself up on his arms and came up to kiss me.
“I cant wait,” he said, panting between kisses. “I need to fuck you.”
Even if my mouth hadnt been occupied just then, I wouldnt have been able to form any coherent words, so I just deepened the kiss and moaned an affirmative. A low growl emerged from Michaels throat, and he pressed his hard cock against mine. I didnt care how inexperienced he was, he knew exactly how to drive me insane, and I wanted more, more, more.
He broke the kiss just long enough for me to whisper, “Michael, please…”
Grinning, he came down and kissed me once more, briefly this time, before he lifted himself off me.
“We need a condom.” I started to get up, but he stopped me with a hand on my arm.
“Ill get it.” He kissed me lightly. Then he released my arm and leaned toward his bedside table. When he came back with a condom in his hand and a barely-used bottle of lube, some of his earlier uncertainty crept back into his expression.
I sat up. “Hands and knees?”
He gulped. “Can your shoulder handle that?”
I cupped his face and kissed him lightly. “If it cant, we can always move. But I like it like that.”
A smile flickered across his lips, and a second later, fully came to life. “Just tell me if you want to change positions.”
“I will, dont worry.” I kissed him again, and then sat back while he put on the condom and lube. Once everything was in place, I moved on to my hands and knees.
He knelt behind me, resting a hand on my hip. For a moment, I thought hed hesitate, that nerves and inexperience might hold him back, but then the mattress shifted slightly beneath us, and a second later, he pressed against my ass.
Closing my eyes, I exhaled, willing myself to relax because I needed him as soon as—
Ooh…
He pushed in slowly, carefully.
Oh God…
Michael wasnt my first by a long shot, but I couldnt remember the last time a man took my breath away with that first long, penetrating stroke. My elbows shook beneath me. My spine threatened to collapse into tiny electrified bits. My eyes watered as he pushed deeper inside me, and I whimpered as he slid across my prostate.
“Like that?” he asked.
I nodded, rocking back against him, and he moved faster. His hands ran up and down my back as his hips picked up speed. I was right about his legs. Sweet Jesus, the man could thrust. Hard, deep, fast, exactly how sex was meant to be, and still I whispered, “Faster…fuck…oh, fuck, faster…”
He gripped my hips and fucked me faster. A vague twinge in my shoulder threatened to ruin everything, but I shifted my weight on to my other arm and used my now free hand to reach down and stroke my cock. I held my breath and fought to keep from coming, but stroked myself anyway because the need to come was nearly unbearable, and I teetered on that fine line between holding back and giving in. The man whod walked shirtless up and down my hallways, driving me utterly insane with pure,