Still, I’m very happy to accept this apology.
The aftershocks of pleasure are still zapping through me, but they are fading. But what about Rhydian? Is he lying here next to me with a massive erection? I don’t think he came just from blowing me, but he is just lying quietly, seemingly content. It doesn’t seem fair.
“When do I get to blow you?” I blurt suddenly into the dark.
Rhydian lets out a surprised chuckle. “Hungry for me, are you, my sweet pet?”
“I want to try all the tricks Dyfri taught me.”
Rhydian sits up. “What did my brother do to you?” he growls, amber eyes glowing in the dark.
“Bananas!” I clarify. “He showed me with bananas. Nothing else.”
Rhydian’s eyes narrow, but he lies back down. An uneasy silence falls. His outburst has made my insides feel all tingly. He already knows Dyfri taught me blow job tricks. On the day, he remarked that it was typical behaviour from his brother. Yet still, he just became all flustered and outraged. Have the events at the party got to him far more than he is letting on? Have his feelings for me grown to the extent he can no longer think clearly?
My heart flutters, and despite having only just cum, arousal is beginning to stir again.
“I do want to blow you. You never…”I trail off.
I felt him cum inside me when he fucked me, but other than that, for all the countless orgasms he has given me, I think that is the only one I have ever given him. He told me on my first day here that fey can’t masturbate, but have a high sex drive. So it all seems very unfair. I am his pet, after all. Surely it is what I am here for.
“I get everything I need from you, little pet,” he says. “Everything and much more.”
His deep voice rumbles in the dark and vibrates through me. The tone, the cadence, the meaning, it all seeps into my soul and reignites my lust and heady arousal to dizzying heights.
“Please fuck me,” I whisper hoarsely.
I need him. I want him. I crave him.
He stares at me for a long moment. I wonder what he is seeing. Can he even see me well in the dark? Eventually, he nods and reaches for the bottle of oil. He must have seen something that satisfies him. I blush a little to think it might have been my eagerness that has swayed him.
My legs spread wide for him and I tilt my hips up. His long, slender fingers go straight to my hole. I murmur at the feel of his touch and the glide of the warm, slick oil.
His fingers flutter and tease at my entrance. His touch is soft and tender. Sensation shoots through me and awakens the embers of pleasure that are coiling lazily in my gut.
A whimper escapes me. My hands grab for the furs beneath me. He has barely touched me and I’m already smouldering. By the time he is done, I’m going to be a raging wildfire.
One finger eases ever so gently inside me and I sob. The feeling is a taunt and a tease of what I am yearning for,yet the way he is treating me with such care, as if I am something precious, is threatening to unravel me utterly.
He says so much with his touch, that he can never say with his words. Here in the dark of his bed, I get to see the real Rhydian. As no one else does. It feels like an honour and a privilege and I cherish it.
A second finger enters me. The exquisite beginnings of a stretch, a hint of fullness. My teeth grind and my jaw clenches.
Soft, soft lips brush over my jaw line. “Let yourself go, little pet. I want to hear you. All of you.”
My mouth falls open at his command, and I wail into the night. He murmurs in appreciation and his fingers start to slide in and out of me. Adding gentle friction to the fullness and the stretch. The oil is so deliciously warm. His fingers so delightfully firm. I’m in carnal heaven. I’m breathing in euphoria and exhaling ecstasy.
Lust, desire and pleasure are blooming and growing within me. Swelling and gathering. I am a storm. A sea. A raging fire. I am everything that is wild and free. I am glory and passion and everything that is good and pure in this world.
A third finger has me keening and calling out to the stars. My hips are rocking and he allows it. He lets me raise my hips up to seek more of him, to get him deeper into me.
It’s still not enough. I need him. I want his cock. I yearn for my pleasure to be his pleasure and for our bodies to entwine.
His fingers leave me. His body moves. He is over me, and now he is sliding home. He opened me up well. With oil and care and time and devotion. There is no pain, no discomfort. There is only sheer and utter rapture. His cockis hot and heavy. It fills me completely, in a way nothing else ever has.
He is wide enough for the stretch to burn pleasurably. He is long enough to reach deep inside me. He is hard, yet also soft. It is everything, and I never want this to end.
Sudden movement has me yelping. The world is spinning. I gasp as he goes even deeper into me. He is on his back now and I am above him. Straddling him. I moan. I have never felt him this deep before. It feels incredible. Just on the very teetering edge of overwhelming. The slightest bit more and it would be too much. But this. This is perfection.
