Crazy In Love | Buggy

s i x t y - n i n e

[Content warning : smut]

To my surprise, Buggy had set me down on the bathroom sink. There was enough surface area for me to sit there comfortably, so I didn't mind.

He grabbed a towel and, as he did, I got a better look at his now entirely naked body. He had a truly incredible body. He had some muscle definition but not too much. He was still soft to touch, which was something I loved about him.

His face was bear. I loved seeing him without make-up. He was such a genuinely gorgeous man. I knew he was still insecure about his nose but that was one of the things I loved the most about him. He was just so beautiful.

My eyes also found themselves looking lower. He was fully erect. I had a better look at it in that moment than I ever had. I knew then that I needed to feel him inside if me.

Sitting on the bathroom sink, legs slightly open, felt like the perfect opportunity. I just had to work up the confidence to get us there.

He sauntered over to me with the towel, started to dry my hair. I bit my lip, nervous.

I decided to just go for it. I took him in my hands. It was big enough to require two hands to hold on to it entirely.

He gasped suddenly, dropping the towel, which fell to the floor.

"Fuck, Betty," He moaned.

There was something about the sound of a man moaning. I loved it. I loved it even more when it was Buggy doing it. His voice would go so deep, so ragged.

"Is this okay?" I asked, not wanting to do anything that he did not want me to.

He smiled at me, as if it was a dumb question. "Of course it's okay. Just maybe give me a warning next time."

"You didn't give me a warning," I reminded him, beginning to stroke his member.

His body straighten up, he blinked a couple of times, as if trying to keep his composer. His member was big, but not scarily big. My guess would have been about six inches. I used one hand now, to rub up and down.

I used my free hand to tangle into his long wet blue hair, using the grip to pull his head closer to mine, so that I could kiss him. His mouth tasted amazing. He groaned against my lips. Now, I knew why he liked feeling my moan against his lips. It felt quite powerful.

I wanted more than this though. I didn't want him to finish, because that meant we couldn't go further. I had to work up my bravery to ask.

"Buggy?" I questioned against his lips.

It took him a second to answer me. "Betty?"

"I want you..."

I couldn't finish the sentence. I couldn't think how to word it. I wanted you to fuck me felt too vulgar. I worried it would be too much to him. I want you inside of me felt off, too. I want to have sex with you felt too direct.

It seems that I didn't have to finish the sentence because Buggy knew exactly what I wanted.

"Are you sure?" He asked me, softly. His fingers suddenly cupped my face. It felt as if he was trying to be delicate with me, but he was accidently being rough.

I nodded, "Yes."

"I know you consented before but you don't have to just because - "

I silenced him with another kiss. It was a hungry, desperate kiss. It felt like a haze. I wasn't sure if the kiss lasted one second, or five minutes. It felt like an eternity.

"I'll be as gentle as I can," He reassured me.

Nerves set in now. Sex had never been something that had went well for me. All of my exes did not care about my pleasure nor my pain. It usually hurt. It usually wasn't pleasant for me.