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I feel like I should have expected this. Like, seriously. Whenever he had that secret smile on his face or whenever he stayed unbelievably quiet throughout a heated debate, I had a feeling that behind those beautifully expressive eyes, there was a whole world to discover. Something special to behold.
When I met Blue, I knew he had secret sides that only I knew. A caring, loving side. A funny, mischievous side. A teasing side. And a very rarely shown but much appreciated sexual side that could throw me off my guard in every situation.
Who would have thought that all those aspects of Blue would fit so perfectly into wonderful Bram with the soccer calves and athletic body? I can’t even begin to understand that this is the boy I’m dating, because really! He is kind of the whole package. Whenever I look into his eyes, I fear that I’d lose myself in their depth. Bram smiles very much whenever I tell him so.
Sometimes I kind of hint at this when I’m with my friends but they rarely believe me when I tell them how much of a character Bram Greenfeld really is. Only Garett seems to know him like that. And – of course – no one, not even Garett, knows about the other Bram. My sexy boyfriend, who can talk dirty so easily and who loves to experiment and test all the boundaries he can find when it comes to driving me wild.
After our wonderful first time on my bed – initiated by a book nonetheless – our sex life started graduating slowly. Unexpectedly, at some times. Beautifully, at all times. One day, after we had started getting physical, we were alone at his home. Studying, of course. Only, our books were left forgotten on the floor. I found myself in his lap, sitting on the bed. Suddenly, simple kissing turned to making out. We kissed and kissed and kissed.I remember how hard I was. How desperately I held onto him.
I don’t know why I was so wound up that day. More so than usual. I made the most embarrassing sounds when he took off his shirt and then took off mine and kissed my nipple. I always make a lot of noise, but I reached new high when he bit me. When my gaze fell to the floor, shy and so insecure, he his hand raised my chin. He looked me in the eyes and smiled “Si, look at me. You are so hot. So sexy.” I blushed hard but couldn’t not look at him. Whenever there’s a nervous energy around, I get fidgety.
Then, he added. “Don’t you dare to be quiet, ok love?”
Bram continued trailing downwards, kissing and licking and sucking and biting me with ardor. I was completely high and above before he even reached my groin. When he stopped to look at me, there was no chance in hell I could be anything but loud. I just wished that it’d sound more sophisticated but all that came out was a very undignified mewl.
Bram bit his lower lip and smiled. “Words, love. Use your words to say what you want.” He can be so mean when he wants to.
“Bram, oh my God, please.”, I begged. “Please, please, please.”
His colder hand soothed my damp forehead. “Shh, I got you, love.”, he whispered and swallowed me in one swift motion. I cried out, and there were no words in me except his name. “Oh Bram, oh…”
His head moved slowly, softly. There wasn’t much suction but it felt so good to be treated like something breakable, like something precious. Bram looked at me again. “Hey, Si, would you let me play a bit? Pretty please?”, he asked and how could I ever say no to him?
“What did you have in mind?”
“I’d like to properly finger you.” He hesitated, “Not like, preparing you, but really take my time.” Oh. Wow, that was new. We had been talking about this and I had been cleaning myself with extra care since that very day (just in case), but we’d never done it like this. I was getting even harder instantly.
“Yeah. I’d – that’s, I mean, I want that.”, I said. “And I’d like to take it very slow.”, he reminded me.
I chuckled under my breath. “I’m not sure that’s going to help. But yeah, alright.”
“Tell me if it’s too much, ok? I want you to enjoy this.”, he said. “Also, tell me if it hurts. Even if you think it’s still bearable.”
He got some lube out of the nightstand, and some tissues. I was nervous but Bram moved with a confidence that was so calming and helped me relax. He kissed my inner thigh again and licked up my hardness. I could feel one slicked up finger make its way behind my scrotum, massaging my entrance.
“Gosh, that feels so good. “, I moaned.
“Believe me, it looks even better.”, was his answer. His fingertip entered and I cried out. “You look so pretty, Si. All wanton and hot. I’m so happy that I can do this to you. That I’m the one who get to see you like this.”
The pressure increased. His mouth covered my penis completely now and the first digit slipped inside of me. “Ah, oh my God. So good, Bram.”
“Yeah? You feel incredible, Si. So tight and soft. I want to do this forever, touch you everywhere. ”, he told me before he took me in his mouth again. See, that’s the thing about Bram. He really has a way with words. When his finger was all the way inside of me, he started to carefully move it. In, and out. So slowly. Then, he found the little something and put on some pressure.
Well, I don’t know where the border between moaning and screaming lies, but I think I was crossing it there. “Ah, yes. Oh my God. Don’t stop.”
My pleas seemed to inspire him. “Wow, love, this is so amazing. Can I go on slowly? Please, I don’t want you to come yet. You’re so beautiful like this. Please, please, please, don’t come yet.”, he asked me with puppy eyes.
I blinked. I had to think about this. Which was kinda hard, considering the situation we were in. Could I really hold it? Did I want to try … well … I think the word is edging or edgeplay. It’s a typical tag in fanfiction. In theory, it sounded impossible to me to not let go, but now that we were here – it felt like this could be good. And Bram looked like he was about to explode from just doing it.
Since I was hesitant, he backtracked. “Hey, Si, you don’t have to do this, ok? If you aren’t into this, it’s totally fine. We can just go on and you can come, alright. I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.” He seemed really nervous so I tried to calm him down. Luckily, his finger was still inside of me and it still felt great.
“Babe, it’s totally ok. Seriously, I love your kinky side. I just don’t know how to – well, not come. Holding it is pretty tough like this and I love that you think it’s so hot that you want to make it last. I just don’t know how.”, I admitted, sounding sheepish.
His smile was back. “Well, how about this: You tell me whenever you’re close and then I slow down so you won’t come. We’ll do this as often as you’re comfortable with and when it’s too much, you tell me and I’ll let you. Sound fair?”
It sounded very tempting, if not complicated. But I was super curious now and I wanted him to have this. “OK, let’s try this. I’m not making any promises, though.”
“I didn’t expect you to.”, he told me and came up to kiss me deeply while his finger started moving in me again and his other hand caressed my hard-on. Everything felt tingly. I moaned again when he found that spot.
“Gosh, Bram, is this – is this –?”
“Oh, this?” The pressure increased.
“Ah, oh my….yes, this. Is that my…oh my God!, prostate?”
The thing is, of course we both knew what the prostate was and that it could be used. But those few times we had had sex before hadn’t been enough to get properly introduced, you know? Like, we had bumped into it (stupid joke, I know) accidentally, but were more concentrated on not coming straight away to really make good use of it.
“Hmmm. It is, I think. Just a little bump inside but I guess you like it massaged?” I nodded and told him to stop with his left hand. “I’m too close.”
“Ok, then I’ll just concentrate on you prostate now, ok love?”, he said. He kept moving his finger in and out and I love it. “Bram, babe?”
“Yes, love?”
“Can you…add another finger? Please?”
With two fingers inside of me to massage my prostate, the pressure was close to unbearable at first. Bram, attentive as he is, saw right through my attempt to just bear through it and stopped moving his hand completely. His left hand caressed my thighs and I relaxed. “You can…move again. It’s better now.”, I told him.
He continued his massage. Slowly and steadily. He talked me through every minute, telling me how beautiful I looked, what a lovely sight I made, how he couldn’t believe I was his… I had to tell him to stop several times, because it just became too much to handle and my control started to slip away. And, every time, he praised me, told me the most beautiful things. After, like, half an hour (that felt like much, much more and was probably much, much shorter), I started to get completely woozy and everything felt sort of blurry. The whole world felt sort of foggy.
“Bram?”, I whimpered.
His hand stilled. “Yes, my love? Had enough? Shall we end your torture?”, he asked with such adoration in his voice that I was close to considering letting him continue for the rest of the day. But other parts of me weren’t too eager to please Bram in that moment.
“Yes, please. Can I come? Please, please, please.”, I heard myself beg and it was like every sense was veiled and dimmed. Except for my desperate need to come, of course.
Bram shushed me. “No begging, love. There is no need for you to ever beg. I’ve got you. You are so perfect.“ Now, his fingers moved faster, pressed deeper and he leaned down to kiss my leaking penis.
“Oh my God.” There were three fingers inside me (when had that happened?) and they pressed and circled and massaged my inner walls. All the highs I had felt before seemed like tiny waves compared to the tsunami I was facing now. The tide was rising up and up, taking me higher and higher. For a short moment, I was scared it would crush me, bury me; but the wonderful boy in front of me reached out to hold me steadily.
“It is ok, Si. Look at me, love.” He was so beautiful. “You are doing so good. We’re nearly there. You can let go, love. I will catch you, ok?“ His hand moved and he kissed me again and then…
I was falling, falling, falling. The room was filled with my screams. I was shaking so badly all over my body. Everything seemed tight and contracted. And it didn’t stop. I mean, I knew what coming usually feels like. But this, this was … like a completely different stratosphere. I swear, there were stars dancing before my eyes. It took forever until the last wave had ebbed.
I was in the most bizarre state after that. My head was filled with cotton and there was a neediness in me that, well, it was really strange. Everything seemed so slow, like I was under water. And, if someone had asked my anything – literally anything – I wouldn’t have been able to answer. Not even my own name.
The world still wasn’t back in its axis but Bram held me close We cuddled forever and I had the strangest feeling that I might cry. Which was silly, of course. I told Bram I was a little emotional and that – promise! – it had absolutely nothing to do with him or with what we just did (well, I was wrong on this one, but how could I have known?) and that I just needed to be held a little longer than usual. Bram – gem that he is – just pressed me against his warmth and whispered loving words into my ears until I felt my head getting back to normal.
We sure did our research after this.