anything other than how amazing Anderson felt, but it was difficult when the man was so close and insistent. When my hips touched his ass, I sighed and dropped on top of him, burying my face in his neck.
“Tell me when you’re okay; when you’re ready.”
“I’m ready.”
I snorted and pushed up to look down at him. “No you’re not. You’re wound tighter than a rattlesnake ready to strike.”
Anderson groaned while turning his head away and then started chuckling. “You’re right.”
“My dick is in your ass, Anderson. I know you’re not ready. What was it about a promise you made me. The one about never causing pain? I don’t want to hurt you any more than you do me. This is supposed to be enjoyable.” I moved my hips backward, ready to pull out because he was so incredibly tight and wasn’t relaxing.
“No,” Anderson said and pulled on my hips. I moaned while he gasped.
“Dammit. Don’t do that.”
“Don’t leave. Just move slowly.”
“You sure?”
Another nod and the tight grip on my hips were all I got, so I pulled out a couple of inches before pushing back in. I moved as slow as I could, my patience paying off because after a few minutes of slow, shallow thrusts, I felt Anderson’s body relax and he sighed.
“There you go. You feel so amazing. Thank you for trusting me enough for this,” I whispered before my lips met his, and I pulled out just a bit farther and pushed back in. I set up a slow rhythm knowing that was all I could do because I was already skating on the edge as it were.
Anderson’s hands left my hips and wrapped around to my ass where he grabbed ahold and squeezed before he started pulling my hips forward with more force than I’d been giving him. Taking the hint, I pulled out slowly and snapped my hips forward, dragging a grunt from him.
I pushed up onto my arms to make sure he was okay, and what I saw stole my heart. The look of pure trust, acceptance, and need in Anderson’s eyes caused me to groan as my balls pulled tight and tingled.
“Anderson,” I said before I leaned down and gently bit his shoulder. I thrust my hips several more times, each push harder before I couldn’t hold it anymore and I came, buried deep in Anderson’s body.
“Fuck, I’m sorry,” I whispered as his arms wrapped around my back and ran up to my shoulders, holding me to him tightly.
“Why?”
“I didn’t last very long, and you didn’t get to again. I’ll take care of you though, give me a second.” I tried to push up so I could pull out, but Anderson held me tightly to him, not letting me move.
“I’m okay and only half-hard anyway. In case you didn’t notice, my orgasm earlier was pretty intense.”
I had noticed, but I still felt at odds because he didn’t get to a second time.
“Stop overthinking things, Dax. I loved every second of this, and I want to do it again and again and again.”
He did let me push up when I tried again, but only far enough to meet his piercing gaze.
“I enjoyed this and I wanted it. I wasn’t sure if I would come again because it was pretty intense. My prostate is quite sensitive, and I could have easily come again if things had been different, so don’t feel that you did a bad job. You didn’t. You were wonderful,” Anderson said as his hands framed my face and then he pulled me in for a gentle kiss.
I pulled out, grabbing the condom because I’d already started to soften, and when I pulled free, I looked at Anderson one last time before I crawled off the bed and made for the bathroom. Not only did I need to get rid of the condom, but I needed a few moments to wonder what the hell was happening. Anderson as a man was simply intense, and he’d quickly brought out feelings that were new to me.
“You okay?” Anderson asked as he walked up behind me, his eyes meeting mine in the mirror.
“Yeah. Just…overwhelmed, I guess. You tend to do that to me, and I’m trying to figure out how to deal with it.”
“Good overwhelmed or bad overwhelmed?”
“Is there a difference?” I asked as I stood up and turned around. I leaned against the cold granite countertop and flinched at the drastic difference in temperature. Anderson saw and pulled me away from the sink and into