He eventually stopped with a light peck on my hole and rested me down on the bed once again. I was disappointed but ready for more so I didn’t pursue the issue. He leaned down so he was laying on top of me once more and I could feel his extremely warm chest on mine and our mouths found each other like long lost friends. Shortly after the oral dance had started I noticed that his dick was wedged in between my butt crack. Once it was nicely situated he ground into me and every so often it would rub against my hole. I would moan and he would grind harder. His mouth broke from mine and went to my neck where he kissed, licked, and even at once point bit. It just so happened that at that instant his dick was grinding fairly hard into my hole and I moaned hard. I just knew that he smiled then, even though I couldn’t see it and he ground harder and bit down harder. I could only flex my body into his. “My body is going to be so sore tomorrow, it’s not used to this bending and flexing and my poor back from all this arching.” I moaned. He flat out laughed at that. I couldn’t understand why but I was about to find out.

His mouth found mine again as he stopped grinding and rose just above me with my legs still spread around his waist. That sexy smile and those subtle lips was all I could focus on as I felt more pressure on my hole. “I hope your okay with bareback but I can’t wait any more.” My mind went blank all of a sudden then erupted with streams of questions. How far can a sphincter stretch? How far into my intestines is he going to go? Would it help if I spread my legs or arched my back more? How could I relax those muscles to prevent tearing? Should I ask for a condom? What are the signs for STD’s? Should I have gotten tested? Should I ask him if he has? How much will it hurt? Will I scream? Should I put something in my mouth? Where do I put my hands? Is there something I should say? Should I tell him I love him? Do I love him? Does he love me? Does he even care for me? Am I just a fuck to him? “Babe, you okay?” My thoughts stalled as I looked up to those perfect hazel eyes that have never been clearer and a face of pure concern. “I’m scared.” Was all I could say. His smile came back and he leaned down and kissed me. This kiss wasn’t one of passion and lust that we had been sharing for a while but one that explained the meaning of what was happening into me. It was a kiss of trust, of strength, of weakness, of meaning, of love. His face stayed very close to mine and he whispered “You will be fine. If I go too fast just tell me. I don’t want to hurt you so relax. If it’ll help you can hold onto me. Put your arms around my neck. Now arch your back like this so I get a good angle. Let me lube