I felt like I should have. I mean, from what I had heard, anal sex was supposedly insanely uncomfortable or downright painful or impossible to go through with. But maybe that was just because the men didn't take the time, didn't listen to the womens' bodies. That wasn't the case with Byron. He was in-tune. And when he was uncertain, he checked in. So once the strange initial feeling ebbed away, there was nothing left to need a minute for.
"No."
He didn't need more than that. His hips rocked gently, barely a movement at all, making his cock just withdraw an inch and press back in. When I didn't stiffen or object, he rocked a little harder, pulling halfway out and pushing back in. And I found out right then that he was right. I would have been missing out.
It was different. It wasn't the same sensation as one felt with normal sex, but it was akin. It was a close cousin. And it didn't feel any less good. And because it was new, it was almost overwhelming as my hips started asking for more, asking for whatever he could give me.
"Yeah?" he asked and I could hear the smile in his voice.
"Yeah," I agreed, rocking into him as he thrust deep, a little harder.
"Good. Then," he said, his voice wicked. Then I felt myself rolled onto my stomach, his body covering mine. But only for a second as he sat back on his ankles, still inside me, pulling me onto my knees with my hips, ass up toward him. I moved to plant my arms and press up and felt his palm flatten between my shoulder blades. "Head down," he demanded, his bossy tone back in his voice and the sound made my insides shiver. Satisfied I wasn't going to disobey, he released my shoulders to track his hand up the back of my neck, going into the roots of my hair near the crown of my head, curling in, and yanking hard enough for me to yelp. But damn if it didn't send a flood of wet between my thighs. And damn if he didn't know it would do just that.
He fucked my ass then. Hard. Rough. Fast. As wild as he pleased. And everything in me responded to it, to the unusual sensations, to the forbiddenness, to the seemingly impossible budding of an orgasm. Impossible, but happening. I could feel my sex tightening, the muscles contracting, getting ready to spasm through my release.
"You like my cock in your ass, don't you?" he asked, his voice a raspy growl. His hand moved from my hip and slipped between my legs. "Yeah, you do. Pussy is fucking drenched. You gonna come for me?" he asked, each thrust making my body jolt forward and I had to put my arms out in front of me and press them against the headboard to keep me from moving across the bed.
"Yes," I moaned, feeling the tightening proceeding my orgasm. Then his finger pressed into my clit and I came, hard enough that my whole body shook almost violently through the first waves of pleasure. Byron was close behind me, his hand yanking hard on my hair as he slammed deep, jerked upward slightly, and cursed viciously as he came.
"Christ, babe," he said a second later, sounding winded, still inside me. His hand loosened a bit in my hair, but pulled enough for me to realize he wanted me to move up. I did, my legs a little shaky in the aftermath of more phenomenal orgasms from him. "Come here," he coaxed when I stopped with my palms on the mattress. His hand released my hair and folded across my belly, pulling me up until my back was against his chest. His heart was slamming as hard as mine, his breath erratic, but he closed his arms around me and squeezed. "That was the first time, right?" he asked close to my ear.
"Yeah."
"Gave that to me."
"Yeah," I agreed, realizing that was true. It was another thing to add to the list of reasons I could never forget him. Damn it.
"Made it good."
I felt my smile spread. "Yes," I said, turning my head on his shoulder and planting a kiss on his jaw.
"Wasn't my first," he told me unnecessarily. "But it might have been the best," he informed me, his hips dropping slowly so he slid out of me. "Relax," he murmured when I could feel myself tense up at the weird feeling.
With that, he slipped out of me and I quickly reached down to snag my panties from around my knees and dragged them back into place. Byron was in my bathroom, door mostly closed, and I could hear the water running. Even after it shut off, he didn't come out for a long minute, giving me just enough time to feel the satisfied post-orgasm feeling slip away and get replaced with anxiety.