The Snow Prince - Raleigh Ruebins Page 0,75
Henry.”
He slowly pushed in and out of my hole until I was ready and begging for more.
“I want you to fuck me,” I whispered. I heard him let out a low moan, leaning against my back. He kissed the top of my shoulder.
“Will you say it again?”
“I really want you to fuck me,” I said.
“I have wanted to hear that for so long,” he said. His voice was low and gruff, and I could feel his erection pressed up against the side of my body.
“I have wanted it for so long,” I murmured.
His fingers slid out of me, and behind me, he rolled the condom over his cock and slicked himself.
I swallowed hard. This was all so new to me. Even if sex wasn’t new to me, sex with Henry sure as hell was, and I wanted everything to be perfect for him. I bit my lower lip, watching him while simultaneously attempting to bend over, look sexy, and push my ass out for him.
“You’re kind of freaking out, aren’t you?” he asked.
“Why do you ask?”
He swallowed, his eyes dancing over my body. “Because I kind of am, too.”
“You?” I said, incredulous.
“Yes,” he said.
“Why? You have no reason to be nervous.”
He was staring at me intently. “I want to make you happy, Sebastian,” he said. “I… God, I don’t want to hurt you—you’ve never done this before, and—”
“Henry,” I said firmly. “I realize I forgot to show you my sex toy closet when you were staying in my room, but believe me, I’ve had many things up my ass, even if I’ve never been fucked by a man before.”
An expression of wonder came over his face. “You have an entire closet for sex toys?”
“A small one, but yes,” I said. “And we are absolutely going to explore it together, at some point. But right now, I need you to stop worrying that you’re going to hurt my little virgin asshole, or something.”
He let out a laugh. “Not so virgin.”
“Not really,” I said. “But I’ve never had you. And Jesus, I want you.”
He leaned down, catching my lips in another deep kiss. He stroked his open palm down the center of my back, which made me shiver.
I felt him press up against my hole, and then slowly, he began to press inside. He was hesitant—much more than he needed to be—but I appreciated it on a bone-deep level. He cared so much about me. He was clearly so concerned about making this good for me.
As if it could ever have been anything else.
“Yes,” I whispered softly in encouragement as I felt him push a little further in. I relaxed as much as I could against his size, and pressed my palms up against the cool glass.
Henry let out a long, satisfied sigh as he finally pushed all the way inside me. He stayed there for a minute, running his hands up and down the sides of my body.
“Are you okay?” he asked.
“I’m more than okay,” I said. “You’re inside me.”
“I am deep inside you,” he said, squeezing his fingers against my hips. “And I fucking love it.”
“So fuck me harder,” I said, teasing him a little, now.
“Mmh.” He slid out of me, then pushed back in, a little less tentatively.
“You can go faster, y’know.”
“No I can’t.”
“You can,” I stressed.
“No, because then I’ll come in two seconds flat, baby,” he said.
My cock jumped, both from the idea of him coming and the sheer fact that he’d called me a simple, stupid term of endearment.
“I’ve always hated anytime anyone’s called me ‘baby,’” I said.
“I can stop.”
“No,” I said firmly. “I love it when it’s you.”
“Fuck,” he hissed as he thrust deep inside me again. “Christ, Sebastian, you feel so good.”
“Don’t worry about coming too quick,” I muttered. “I feel like I could come and I’m not even—I’m not even touching my cock.”
“Your body fits mine so perfectly,” he said.
“We should have been fucking for years,” I said. I was trying to make a joke, but I realized as soon as I’d said it that it made me a little sad.
We really should have been together like this for years. How many orgasms had we lost out on? How many times had we missed out on sleeping in the same bed, or cuddling, or kissing each other before we fell asleep?
“We’re going to make up for the lost time,” he said. I knew he could tell I was thinking about it, and that he was, too. “I love you.”
“God, I love you, too,” I