I was nervous as I lay on my stomach, my heart racing as I felt his hands on my back. I had wanted to try this for a while, but I was nervous about letting someone touch me like this. I took a few deep breaths as my partner, Jake, began to rub my shoulders, his strong hands working out the tension in my muscles. I felt my body start to relax under his touch.
“You’re doing great, babe,” Jake said softly, leaning down to kiss my neck. “Just relax and let me take care of you.” I nodded, my eyes closed as I focused on the sensations running through my body. Jake was 25, about 5 years older than me, and he knew exactly what he was doing. I trusted him to guide me through this new experience.
As his hands moved lower, I felt him gently massaging my hips and thighs, his touch firm but gentle. I let out a soft moan as I felt my body responding to his touch, a warmth spreading through my core. Jake smiled, knowing he was having the desired effect on me. He continued his slow, sensual massage, his hands gliding over my skin, making my breath quicken.
Then, he gently parted my cheeks, and I felt his finger tracing circles around my entrance. I tensed up slightly, but Jake shushed me, kissing my back softly. “It’s okay,” he whispered. “I’m going to make you feel so good.” I trusted him, and I wanted to feel everything he could offer, so I nodded, biting my lip in anticipation.
I felt the slick tip of his finger press against my entrance, and he slowly pushed inside me. I gasped at the sensation, it was unlike anything I’d ever felt before. Jake added a second finger, scissoring them to stretch me open, and I couldn’t help but moan loudly. His fingers felt so good inside me, hitting spots I didn’t know existed.
“You like that, huh?” Jake teased, his breath hot on my ear. “You like having your prostate massaged?” I could only nod, my face buried in the pillow as he worked his fingers inside me, rubbing that spot that sent sparks of pleasure through my body. I felt my cock twitch, already hard and leaking, as he added a third finger, stretching me further.
Then, without warning, he curled his fingers forward, and I felt an electric jolt of pleasure shoot through me. My eyes widened as I cried out, my body tensing as a wave of pleasure washed over me. “Oh my God,” I breathed, trying to process the intense sensation. “Keep doing that, please!”
Jake obliged, slowly thrusting his fingers in and out, curling them to hit my prostate with each thrust. I was a quivering mess beneath him, moaning and begging for more. I’d never felt anything so intensely pleasurable, and I couldn’t get enough. I felt completely open and vulnerable, but in a strangely empowering way.