I move my hips back.
“A little more.”
I draw out further.
“That’s it,” says Pink. “Now, slide all the way back in.”
I do as instructed and am rewarded with a soft, quiet moan.
“Perfect! Now do that again, but a little faster.”
My cock is throbbing. My hips are trying to take control. My animalistic lust wants to thrust fast and hard. It is demanding to fuck, to take up a primal, feral rhythm.
But I ignore it. I’m giving Pink what he wants. My urges can wait. If they are unsatisfied after Pink has peaked, I can use my own hand.
“Again!” Pink cries out.
I’m very happy to oblige. My body settles into the required rhythm. Pleasure surges through me. Warm pressure is dragging along my cock. I lose myself to the sensation.
Pink starts to moan. His hips begin to lift up to meet me. His head thrashes back and forth.
“Try,” he pants. “A different angle.”
I aim my thrusts to rub higher within him.
“Ahh!” he cries out. “Different!”
My hands are braced on either side of him. I shift their position slightly. I change the angle of my hips. I wish I had paid more attention to the study of anatomy, but I know roughly where the prostate is and I imagine that is where Pink wants me to apply pressure.
I try a few different angles. On my third attempt, Pink cries out and his back lifts off the bed.
“There!” he wails unnecessarily.
Grinning, I get to work. Now I have found the spot, I won’t miss it.
I thrust and thrust again. Pink moans, beautiful noises spilling from him. His head tilts all the way back.
Suddenly, he clenches tightly around my cock. All his muscles go rigid. I watch in awe as he writhes through his orgasm. It is such a beautiful sight that I barely notice my own peak.
Pink’s magic pours from him. I beckon it towards me and it rushes in eagerly. The sensation very nearly gives me a second orgasm.
Oh my. That was so much better than our first time. If sex keeps getting exponentially better, I really won’t be able to control my emotions.
I already know it is going to be very, very hard to not fall in love with Pink. But I’ve never failed a single thing and I will not fail in this. Pink needs me to keep my distance. So that is exactly what I am going to do.
I have carved the command on to the fabric of my soul. I am not going to fall in love with Pink.
Chapter six
Pink
Oh lord, my body is still trembling and spasming. My mind is still stunned by the thousand fireworks that just exploded inside my head.
What the hell was that? That wasn’t sex. I have had sex countless times, with very many different people. Thanks to my magic, I’m no stranger to orgasms either.
But nothing has ever, ever felt like that. The pleasure was so intense it feels like it has ripped all my layers away. I’m lying here in Monty’s bed, exposed and raw. Vulnerable.
It wasn’t just my body that orgasmed. It was my soul and my mind. Every part of me was scattered and has been rearranged.
