That last thought brings me down a little, but I shove it away and stay in the moment, focusing on the sensation of Brant’s movements inside me. With each thrust, he picks up a little more speed, but every few thrusts, he tries to slow himself down again.
“Fuck, Alyssa,” he says, and I can feel him wrestling with his self-control.
I’m tempted to unleash him, wanting to please him, but I don’t want him to hurt me more than necessary, either, so I let him take it slow for now. It takes a few more minutes of steady, patient thrusting before I’m confident I can handle it if he speeds up. I’m still not comfortable, but I don’t expect I ever will be. If my first experience was any indication, anal sex is never anything like comfortable, but if you’re careful enough, it can be bearable, even somewhat enjoyable.
Brant starts testing out my limits without having to be told he can pick up the pace if he needs to. His deep thrusts start coming faster and faster. It feels strange, but I like the feeling of being possessed by him enough that it starts to feel good.
His sounds of pleasure help. I enjoy making him feel good, so by the time his thrusts grow sure and confident, I start getting into it.
“Sit up on your knees,” Brant says all of a sudden.
“Huh? Are you sure?” I ask; doggy style is the only position I’ve tried.
“This is too impersonal for something so fucking personal,” he tells me.
I couldn’t agree more, but I don’t feel as confident in what I’m doing if we switch positions. Nevertheless, he plants a hand on my hip to guide me and I ease up onto only my knees. Brant locks one arm around my waist and pulls me back against his chest, then he tilts his head and kisses the curve of my shoulder.
“Oh, this is nice,” I tell him.
“Much better,” he agrees, sliding his other hand around to cup and squeeze my breast as he drags his lips across the insanely sensitive back of my neck. I shudder with more pleasure than I can stand, and he’s only just started kissing me.
“I’m very, very, very, very sensitive right there,” I warn him. “Don’t kiss me there unless you want to drive me out of my mind in a quite literal way.”
“Oh, really?” he murmurs with interest.
“Don’t you do it,” I warn him.
“You can’t just give me a weapon like that and expect me not to use it,” he says before dropping another kiss at the nape of my neck.
Another tremor of pleasure moves through me, lighting up all my senses with so much stimulation, it makes me crazy. “Brant,” I whine, reaching back and looping an arm around his neck. “I’m letting you stick your dick in my butt—be nice to me.”
That startles a laugh out of him. “I can’t argue with your logic,” he admits, bringing his kisses back to the curve of my shoulder where they feel lovely but don’t make me lose all my faculties.
“Thank you,” I murmur, turning my head and stealing a little kiss.
“I need to move now,” he tells me.
“Go ahead.”
While still invasive and a strange new sensation, when he starts fucking me while holding me like this, the intimacy of the position makes the sex so much better. He’s right in my ear asking me what feels good and what’s okay as he’s learning this new way to access my body.
When he gets enough answers, he stops asking and starts fucking me with a kind of mastery no one should be able to pull off their first time doing something.
He’s so damn impressive, I can’t even handle it.
I thought anal sex was interesting the first time I tried it, but it’s incredible with Brant. Despite his unavailability, it’s so clear in the way he takes me that he cares about taking care of me. Instead of getting sucked entirely into his own pleasure like Theo did, he found this more intimate position so we could be closer. He asked me what I liked so he could fuck me without worrying he’d hurt me.
I expect him to chase his own release and for me to get some interesting stimulation, but then he does something else Theo never bothered doing—he reaches around and starts playing with my clit.
I was not prepared for that on top of the foreign sensation of his dick moving in and out of my ass, but as my pleasure and my heart rate escalate along with his thrusts, there’s no more pain and the slight discomfort hardly matters, because there is so much pleasure. I’m floating in a pool of it, enjoying new sensations along with ones I’m already familiar with. Every step of the way, Brant is right there behind me so I can lean on him, my beautiful, reliable, solid wall of a man.