Chapter 146: Teach me, touch me -4

When I started to slide down the bed to take him in my mouth he let me, with his fingers threading gently through my hair.

I was better at it now - lips tight, tongue working the underside, taking him deeper without scraping.

He groaned low when I hollowed my cheeks, hips shifting restlessly against the mattress.

After a while he pulled me back up.

"Lie on your stomach for me," he murmured. "Put the pillow under your hips."

I did as he said, turned my face to the side and my cheek against the sheet.

I heard the click of the lube bottle. The first touch of his slick fingers between my cheeks made me flinch - not from pain, just from the newness of it.

He circled the tight rim of my hole slowly, spreading the cool gel, not pushing in yet.

"Breathe," he said. "In through your nose... out through your mouth."

I tried. The first finger pressed in carefully. The stretch burned in a dull, unfamiliar way.

My body clenched hard around the intrusion. Kelvin stayed still, only the tip inside, waiting.

"You’re tight," he said softly. "That’s normal. You’re a virgin. Just keep breathing. Push out a little against my finger - like you’re trying to let me in."

I did. The burn eased enough for him to slide deeper, slow millimetre by millimetre, until his finger was fully inside me.

It felt strange. He moved it carefully, curling just enough to press against something deeper that made my cock twitch against the sheets.

A second finger joined the first after a long time. The stretch was sharper. I hissed through my teeth. Kelvin’s free hand stroked up and down my spine.

"Talk to me."

"It burns. Not sharp. Just... a lot."

"Okay. We stay here." He kept the two fingers still inside me, only rocking them the smallest amount, giving my body time to accept the width.

Minutes passed. The burn slowly dulled into pressure. When he scissored his fingers gently I felt myself open a fraction more.

A third finger was harder. I had to bury my face in the pillow and breathe through the intense stretch, eyes stinging.

Kelvin waited again, patient, his voice low and steady the whole time.

"You’re doing so well. Almost there. Tell me when it eases."

Eventually it did - enough. He pulled his fingers free. The sudden emptiness made me feel oddly exposed.

I heard the condom wrapper tear, the wet sound of more lube being spread over his cock. Then the blunt, thick head of him pressed against my hole.

"Ready?"

"Yeah."

He pushed. The pressure was immediate and overwhelming.

My body resisted hard. The head of his cock felt enormous compared to his fingers. I clenched without meaning to and a sharp sting flared.

"Fuck...wait..."

He stopped instantly, only the tip inside. Sweat had broken out across my back. My cock had softened from the intensity.

"I’ve got you," Kelvin said, voice tight with control. "Push out for me. Same as before. Nice and slow."

I forced myself to bear down. The head of his cock slipped past the tight ring of muscle with a sudden give that made me gasp.

He held still, buried just inside me, letting me adjust to the sheer size of him.

It hurt - a deep, burning stretch that radiated through my whole pelvis.

Tears pricked the corners of my eyes. I gripped the sheets until my knuckles ached.

Kelvin’s hand found mine and laced our fingers together. He stayed motionless for a long time, only the thick head of his cock inside me, waiting for my body to stop fighting.

"Breathe with me," he whispered. "In... out. You’re okay. I’ve got you."

Gradually the sharp edge of the pain dulled into a heavy, full ache. I nodded against the pillow.

He eased forward another inch. Then another. Every small advance stretched me wider than I thought I could take.

By the time his hips finally rested flush against my ass I was shaking, sweat-damp, breathing hard through my mouth.

His cock felt impossibly deep, thick, claiming every bit of space inside me.

"Full," I managed. "So fucking full."

"I know." His voice was rough.

"You feel incredible. So tight around me. Just stay with it. We don’t move until you say."

We stayed like that - him buried to the hilt inside my virgin hole, my body slowly, reluctantly softening around the intrusion.

When the worst of the burn had faded into a deep, throbbing pressure I whispered,

"Okay... you can move. Slow."

Kelvin pulled back only a little, then slid in again. The drag of his cock against my inner walls pulled a broken sound from my throat.

He kept the pace glacial - short, careful strokes that never slammed, never rushed.

Each time he bottomed out the air left my lungs. My cock had started to harden again against the sheets, the pain gradually mixing with something hotter and heavier.

He reached under me and wrapped his slick hand around my cock, stroking in time with the slow thrusts.

The dual sensation - being filled so completely while he worked my cock - made my vision blur.

I pushed back to meet him without thinking. The movement drove him deeper and a raw moan tore out of me.

"There," he murmured against my shoulder. "That’s it. Take what you need."

He fucked me like that for a long time - slow, deep, steady - until the stretch no longer felt like invasion and started to feel like something my body was learning to crave.

Sweat slicked both of us. The wet sound of his cock sliding in and out of my hole filled the room.

Every time the head of him dragged across that spot inside me my cock jumped in his fist.

"I’m close," I choked out.

"Come whenever you need to. I’ve got you."

The orgasm hit hard and sudden, ripping through me while his cock was still buried deep.

My hole clenched rhythmically around him as I spilled over his hand and the sheets.

The tight milking of my body pulled a low, guttural sound from Kelvin.

He thrust a few more careful times, then held himself still as he came, cock pulsing inside the condom while he groaned against the back of my neck.

We stayed joined for several long breaths afterward. When he finally eased out of me the emptiness felt strange and sore.

I winced at the dull ache. Kelvin disposed of the condom, cleaned us both with a warm cloth from the bag, then pulled me against his chest under the blanket.

My body felt used in a way I had never known - tender, open, still faintly throbbing inside. Kelvin’s fingers stroked slowly through my hair.

"How do you feel?" he asked against my temple.

I thought about it. The soreness. The residual stretch. The way my pulse was only now starting to slow.

"Like I just did something I can’t take back," I said honestly. "But... not in a bad way."

He pressed a soft kiss to my forehead.

"You don’t have to take it back. We go at your pace. Always."

I closed my eyes and let the solid warmth of him settle around me.