Winter tilted his head to take the kiss deeper as he slowly stroked his mate’s cock. To Winter’s delight, Dasani threw a leg over his, grinding his erection into Winter’s hand. He pulled back the arm he had under his mate’s neck and cupped the back of Dasani’s head, his fingers gliding through the long, silky strands. He knew he would have no problem playing in Dasani’s hair for hours on end because touching the silk fascinated him.
When Winter released Dasani’s cock and moved his hand behind his mate, separating Dasani’s cheeks and probing at his tight hole, Dasani stiffened.
“Relax,” he whispered into Dasani’s mouth. “Don’t be frightened.”
“I–I won’t.” Dasani breathed against Winter’s lips before he hesitantly pushed back on Winter’s finger. “It–it feels good.”
Winter nuzzled Dasani’s slim neck as he rubbed the tip of his finger around the tight entrance. He used the hand that had been playing in Dasani’s hair to reach under his pillow and extract the tube of lube. He squirted a good amount onto his finger before he pressed it back against Dasani’s hole.
“Kiss me,” he said. When Dasani did, Winter pressed into Dasani to the first knuckle. Dasani inhaled sharply but didn’t pull away. Winter kissed the man as if he were dying, trying his best to take his mate’s mind off of what he was doing.
Dasani ground his erection against Winter and then pushed back onto his finger. “Eager, bluebird?”
His mate’s skin flushed a gentle purple before he buried his face against Winter’s chest. “I just never thought…when I imagined sex…” Dasani’s words trailed off as Winter sank his finger deeper.
“That it would feel this good?” Winter asked, and then a rumbled chuckle worked its way up. “But we haven’t even started yet.”
“It still feels good,” Dasani said. “Better than I ever expected.”
If Dasani thought Winter’s finger felt good, the man was in for a shocker when Winter sank his cock deep inside Dasani’s tight ass. “Trust me, bluebird. It gets much better.”
“Better than this?”
“Oh, yeah.” After working his lone finger in and out of Dasani, Winter added a second. His free hand tugged at Dasani’s hair. When his mate leaned his head back, Winter became fixated on the rush of pleasure that washed over the man’s features. The expression was nothing short of breathtaking.
“I–I see what you mean,” Dasani stammered.
“Gets even better,” Winter teased.
“I’m not sure I can handle even better,” Dasani confessed. “My body already feels like it’s going to explode.”
Winter smiled as he pressed his nose against Dasani’s neck. “Such a quick trigger.” And then he added a third finger.
“Winter,” Dasani said, his tone growing frantic.
“Don’t fight it, bluebird.” Winter nipped at Dasani’s shoulder as he quickened his thrusts. Dasani’s hole tightened around his fingers. The man was close. Real close. “I want you to fly.”
Dasani cried out as he came. Warm jets of cum erupted between them. Winter inhaled the musky scent, and his own cock jerked hard at the aroma. He pulled his fingers free and turned Dasani onto his back. Lubing his cock, he pressed the head against his mate’s pulsing hole. He moved forward until the head popped past the tight ring of muscles.
Dasani gasped and shuddered before he reached out and gripped Winter’s biceps with such ferocity that his nails broke skin. His mate hissed and tossed his head back and forth before Winter leaned forward and captured Dasani’s lips, kissing him hard enough to make his mate forget the pain.
As Dasani kissed him with just as much desperation, Winter sank deeper. It wasn’t until he bottomed out that he eased up slightly from Dasani’s lips. They both panted, and Winter felt a fine sheen of sweat coating his body. He had to remain still until Dasani adjusted to his size.
“I’m well aware that I have no experience when it comes to sex,” Dasani said as he blushed. “But I was pretty sure there was some kind of movement involved.”
Winter laughed. Dasani smiled. The tension was gone.
“I was giving your body a chance to adjust.” Winter pulled out until only the head remained and then thrust forward. “Better?”
Dasani arched his back and cried out.
“Put your legs around my waist,” Winter instructed. When Dasani wrapped his lithe legs around him, Winter rested his arms on either side of Dasani’s head and began to move. His fingers slid through his mate’s hair, and then Winter lifted the strands, creating a black waterfall over Dasani’s chest.