One hand holds me firmly by the hip while the other plays, adding another finger and then another, the lube making an obscene noise in the still room. Our panting breaths are loud as I start to ride his fingers, forcing them in further and crying out as he crooks them and massages my prostate.

“Oh shit,” I gasp, pressing my forehead into his shoulder. “That’s so good.” I look up at him to find him examining me. His colour is high, and his eyes are almost dazed. “Want you to fuck me, Zeb,” I whisper and his eyes flare.

He pulls his fingers out slowly and I moan at the loss. He hitches me up slightly, and I hear the snap of the rubber before he lowers me again, and his cock nudges my entrance. For a second, I blanch at the thought that it’s much bigger than his fucking fingers.

“We’ll go easy,” he says hoarsely as if he’s read my mind. “Tell me to stop and I will, darling.”

For a second we both still at the endearment. He looks shell-shocked, while I feel a wide surge of pleasure. I want him to call me that again and again in that hoarse voice. I wriggle, bringing his mind back to the task, and then I feel his cock start to enter me.

It hurts. More than usual, but then he’s big. However, I’m one of those men who love the burn. I like to feel the pain as I stretch around him because the pleasure afterwards always feels more intense.

I grit my teeth and bear down on him as he slides slowly into me until finally my backside meets his lap, and I feel the crinkle of his pubic hair.

We hang there for a second panting and twitching. I wriggle experimentally, and he groans.

“Alright?” he asks gutturally, and I nod, too overcome to find my words. Instead, I pull his head towards me and kiss him feverishly. At first, he stays still, apart from the movement of his mouth, and then gradually he starts to thrust upwards in gentle movements like the tide. I’m sitting on him, my backside tucked neatly into his lap and stuffed full of cock, and it’s almost overwhelming,

Then his cock brushes my prostate, and I shout out loud, which acts like petrol on the fire for him. He seizes my mouth in a fierce and dirty kiss, our teeth clashing. He pulls back. “Okay?” he asks through gritted teeth, and I nod furiously, starting to ride him, lifting up so that his cock almost comes out and hovering there, feeling it stretch my rim and then pushing down so it tunnels back in.