“Baby, lay on your back.”
I did as I was told, bending my knees with my feet flat on the bed. Nick knelt between them, his face a picture of concentration as he squeezed lube onto his fingers. He circled my hole slowly, not pushing in.
I arched my back with pleasure. Then, when I needed more, I lifted my legs towards my chest. “Nick, more, please. I… I use toys sometimes. You’re not going to hurt me.”
Lifting his head to meet my eyes, he pushed one finger in, agonizingly slowly. Nick’s fingers were slimmer than mine and certainly smaller than the small dildo I had played with, but having someone else doing it was mind-blowing. “God, Nick, that feels good. So good. I’ve never… never had someone else’s fingers… I...”
My mind went blank, and jolts of electricity ran through me when Nick crooked his finger and found my prostate. “I… oh God… fuck… Nick… Jesus.”
My rambling continued as he rubbed slow circles over my prostate. I groaned in protest when that magical finger disappeared, but then he eased two fingers in and out. By the time he added a third, I was a mumbling mess interspersed with a moan when he brushed his fingers in exactly the right spot. “Nick, more, please, you. More of you.”
Nick eased his fingers from my body and added a little more lube to his cock, stroking slowly up and down to make sure it was coated. He leaned forward and lined himself up.
“Nick?” I whispered.
I didn’t want him to stop; I wanted to see his eyes. He must’ve known because he lifted his eyes and held mine as he pushed forward, too gently at first and then a little more so he popped through that ring of muscle. Breathing through the ache, I nodded for him to continue. His eyes never left mine as he slowly pushed all the way in until his hips were pressed against mine. Then he closed his eyes and lowered his forehead to my shoulder.
Before he moved again, Nick opened his eyes and looked at me, trying to gauge my reaction. He slowly rocked his hips before pulling out and pushing back in. I felt so full, but I had honestly never even imagined it being like this. There was none of the pain I remembered. Sure, there was definitely a bit of a burn, but it was a welcome burn, and I needed even more. It wouldn’t have been like this with anyone else, but why had I waited so long with Nick? The warmth, the burn, the fullness pushed me to crave more. “More, fuck, Nick. More.”
To try to get him deeper, I tilted my hips up, and he adjusted his angle to hit my prostate. I almost couldn’t keep holding my legs as the light burst behind my eyes and the electricity flowed through me with each thrust. “Oh God, oh fuck.”
As Nick’s thrusts sped up, I continued to mumble curses. Nick pushed my legs even higher, allowing him to go unbelievably deep. I reached my hands up and braced against the headboard. Sweat dripped from the tip of Nick’s nose onto my chest, and his groans and moans turned to curses. “Shit, baby, grab your dick. I need you to come. I can’t hold on. I need—fuck, so hot, so fucking hot. I need to come—”
Just as desperate as Nick sounded, I reached down with one hand and had barely grasped my cock when he hit my prostate again and again. My vision blanked, and my body tensed as I came in waves, shooting across my stomach, my chest, my shoulder.
I cried out a curse as Nick’s thrusts became erratic, and then he tensed and held himself inside me as deep as he could go while he released.
As he came down from his orgasm, Nick released my legs and slumped down on top of me, oblivious to the fact he had landed in my cum. My legs dropped to the bed, and I cringed at the mild cramp in my hips. I tried to adjust my position to relax my hips, but Nick was still on top of me, still inside me, and I winced at the pain when I tensed my muscles to try and move.
Chuckling, Nick reached down to hold the base of the condom as he pulled out slowly, then fell onto the bed beside me. He groaned as he pulled the condom off. We lay there panting, trying to get our breath back, before Nick’s hand reached over and squeezed mine. I squeezed back, and we lay in silence for a while longer.
Nick rolled to the edge of the bed and stood, glancing back at me. “Do you want a shower, baby?”
“Sure,” I replied. “Can you just bring the shower in here, though? I’m not entirely sure I am going to be capable of that whole ‘being upright’ thing you have going on for quite a while.”
He chuckled and walked out towards the bathroom. A few minutes later, he returned with a warm washcloth and a towel. He gently wiped me down and then dried me. The sweetness of the gesture created a lump in my throat. Once done, he tossed the washcloth and towel to the floor and laid back down beside me. I rolled onto my side, wincing a little at the slight pain of movement, and we lay there looking at each other but not touching. It was incredibly intimate and comforting.
After a while, I broke the silence. “Thank you. For everything.”
He reached up and cupped my cheek. Nothing else needed to be said.
Despite Nick’s nerves, meeting Mum and Tim went just as well as I knew it would. Well, after my initial horror at what Tim had done. Once we’d made introductions, Mum offered to get us drinks while Tim directed Nick and I through to the deck. As we walked through the lounge area, I froze in horror. Nick looked up to see what had caught my attention and tried to stifle a laugh. Sitting on the armchair facing the entranceway was a brand new cushion with the words WE HAD SEX HERE in bold print. I hung my head as Tim’s evil grin widened. He stepped past me and glanced at the lounge, where there were two more cushions that each said AND HERE.
I groaned loudly, and Mum passed me with a few glasses and a bottle of wine in her hand. Looking at me innocently, she leaned towards me and stage-whispered, “Be thankful I moved the ones off the dining table.”
Nick watched me with wide eyes as I shook my head. Laughing, Tim led us outside and opened the bottle of wine.
Mum adored Nick, and Tim was on his best behaviour for the rest of the afternoon. Well, except when I hesitated sitting at the hard wood chairs at the outdoor table, and Tim sniggered asking me a little too innocently what was wrong. When Mum asked him what was going on, he continued the wide-eyed innocent act. The afternoon was spent chatting and laughing and drinking, and despite the odd embarrassing story, I really enjoyed myself. I had never brought anyone home to meet Mum and Tim before, never had anyone to consider it with, but this felt… right.
I told Mum I had training at work on the morning of her birthday, but maybe we could go out to dinner. Nick knew we were trying to sort out a nice dinner, as well as the short trip with Tim for a surprise, and joined in, following my cue. “Oh, you have a birthday coming up?”
Mum just brushed it off as usual and said she was more than happy to just have a casual dinner and insisted that Nick come too.
Tim and Mum asked about Nick’s work and about London. Mum oohed and ahhed and asked a million questions. “I used to love English TV shows. I always wanted to visit. God, it would be so amazing. And France. Oh my God, Paris. Is it possible to be any more romantic?”
I had warned Mum family was a sore point, so they avoided that topic and asked about friends instead. Tim showed Nick around the house a little, and Nick commented on the library in the spare room just as Mum and I joined them. Tim shrugged. “Most of them are Rhi’s. I read when I get time, but she reads obsessively. I think there are some of Ky’s here, too.”