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“Bean, baby, I need you to listen to me.”

I met Jarek’s eyes.

“You can change your mind at any point, okay? All you need to say is stop, and I will. If it doesn’t feel good, or if I do something you don’t like, or if you feel lost for a moment or confused, just tell me. This needs to be a special experience for you, something you love. If you don’t, then that’s okay.”

I nodded.

He settled between my legs, gently nudging them wider. Awkward, but I took a couple of deep breaths. A slick finger rubbed against me, not even pushing or pressing but gently tracing circles around my hole. Almost like he was massaging it, which helped me relax. When he did push, his finger slipped inwith ease. The man knew what he was doing, and that sent a rush of reassurance through me.

Soon, he was playing with my ass like he’d done before, pumping two fingers and curling them so he’d hit that amazing spot inside me that seemed to be connected to nerves in my entire body. Every time he hit it, pure pleasure spread like wildfire, setting me alight.

Two fingers became three, which stung a bit, but it didn’t last long. The full sensation was hard to describe, but it felt amazing, yet, at the same time, it wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I wanted him.

He rolled on a condom and coated it with some more lubricant, then checked in with me again. “You good, honey?”

A rush of warmth filled me, and in lieu of words—which were hard to form right now—I held out my arms to him. With a smile, he covered me, kissing me tenderly. “Can’t wait to be inside you, sunshine. You’re gonna feel so good…”

With one hand, he guided himself until he was positioned against my entrance.

“Breathe out,” he told me.

I did, and he pushed inside me. I had expected it to hurt, but it didn’t. It stung a bit, but not in a bad way. Somehow, that slight burn had the promise of pleasure, though I couldn’t explain it.

“I’m good,” I whispered, seeing the question in his eyes.

He went slow, moving carefully as he slid in a little deeper with each thrust. My body somehow gave way, welcoming him in. And when he was fully inside me, our bodies joined in the most intimate way, something connected inside me. This deep sense of rightness washed over me, this feeling that everything had changed now, that this was the start of something new and beautiful. That this was how I was meant to be.

That I was meant to be with Jarek.

I was in love with him.

Oh my word, I was in love with him.

“Bean?” Jarek’s voice was soft. “Are you still with me, sweet thing?”

I blinked. What was he asking? Was I with him? Heck, yeah. Now more than ever. “I’m good,” I finally managed. “I’m more than good.”

“Okay.” Jarek kissed me tenderly. “Just wanted to make sure.”

And then he started to move and all coherent thoughts vanished from my brain. All I could do was feel. The friction was exquisite, and he filled me so perfectly. Pleasure built in my balls and in my cock, spreading out through my whole body like a ripple on a pond.

I clung to Jarek, holding on to him like my safeguard in the storm of sensations that assaulted me. My head dazzled, and I felt like I was about to step outside my body with how tight my skin was. Everything tingled and shimmered and fizzled and itched as if something big inside me was about to burst.

I’d never experienced anything like it.

Was I supposed to do something? Because all I could manage was hang on and let Jarek do his thing. I was too overcome, too absorbed in all the sensations and emotions to do anything else. It was too much. It was not enough.

Jarek sped up, and that was when the fireworks started. Even with my eyes open, little stars burst in my vision every time he sank inside me just right, his cock rubbing against that spot inside me. My mind went blank as I rose above myself, letting go of everything else.

My balls contracted, pulled tight against my body, and my cock throbbed—though I wasn’t touching it. My breath caught in my lungs, my muscles contracted, and every cell in my bodyhung on that edge, waiting for release. I clenched my eyes shut, unable to keep them open.

I should touch myself to push over that last edge, but I couldn’t. No way were my muscles cooperating right now. I was too tense, too tight, too out of it.

Jarek wrapped his big, strong hand around my dick, and that was enough to set me off. My body shook and jerked as I released into his hand, my balls squeezing so suddenly it almost hurt. I cried out, the shout transitioning into a low moan that lasted until my voice broke. The orgasm took everything I had, and when it was finally over, I lay trembling, completely wrung out.

I hadn’t even noticed Jarek had come too, too focused on my own pleasure, but surely I shouldn’t feel guilty about that, right?

“This part is not fun,” Jarek said apologetically as he pulled out. He was right. I was sensitive now, and it was distinctly unpleasant.