I was wrong.
CHAPTER 27
Tisera
Daz leanedover and kissed me, softly at first. Slowly we opened our lips to each other as he showed me the fullness of his passion in that one lingering, deep kiss.
Then… he seemed to split. He lifted away, but an afterimage of him remained, still kissing me, lips pressed to mine.
It was curious and strange, but I didn’t question it. Daz was powerful and mystical, and if he could be kissing me and doing other things at the same time, something told me I wasn’t going to mind too much.
The second Daz slid his hand up my side to a breast, pushing up the responsive swell as he brought a second set of lips down upon it. He kissed it then took it into his mouth, sucking while running his tongue around the sensitive nub.
Again, a fragment of him moved away while one remained. His hand and lips still caressed and stimulated one breast while the third Daz moved to the other side. A third set of lips brought me to dual, nipple-standing arousal and remained there, while yet another Daz moved on!
More and more of him appeared, lips kissing, hands pressing and caressing and I was beginning to wonder why I didn’t have multiple men tend to meallthe time.
This was absolutely amazing!
I relaxed into his caresses, letting him stimulate every inch of my oh-so-sensitive skin.
When he sought my folds, I felt not only his kissing lips and the slip of his tongue, but the press and probe of his fingers, not just from one hand, butboth. All of it, impossibly in the same place at once, working in tandem to stimulate me beyond reason.
I couldn’t quite tell when blistering pleasure finally peaked into a prolonged orgasm. My bliss didn’t spike, so much as it expanded to encompass all of me, thrumming through my body and filling my spirit with heavenly delight.
I moaned and mumbled as elation washed over me like waves on a beach. And the tide was coming in, those waves growing ever more powerful as my pleasure only seemed to build.
And when the second — far more powerful — orgasm hit, I cried out, writhing and squirming in uncontrollable ecstasy. But even then,it didn’t stop.
My cries turned to tremulous, gasping breaths and between them I begged.
“Please,” I whispered. “Please, please, please!” It became my mantra.
“Yes?” The hot breath of my lover on my ear sent a new thrill through me.
“Please, fuck me! I want to feel you. I want you to come. I need you! Please!” I’d never begged for a man before, never been this open and vulnerable and vocal.
In the next instant the many mystical Daz’s faded back to one, still lying beside me. I was left panting and tingling as I lay amidst the exquisite bliss of that last powerful release.
Daz rose and shifted, moving between my legs. I opened myself to him as he knelt low. Then he grabbed my thighs and pulled me down to him. I yelped with the movement, a gleeful, playful noise, knowing I’d receive what I’d asked for very soon.
I looked down at the proud tower of his erection, throbbing and hard. His cock was robust and tall, with a heavy, flared tip. I couldn’t wait to see what he could do with it.
He bent over me, kissing one taut nipple. One of his arms slid under my butt, lifting me, as his other hand made sure his cock found my folds.
I was so very aroused and ready for him after everything he’d done. When he pressed and pushed inside me, we both gasped with impassioned surprise. He stopped there, his gloriously large tip pressing wonderfully against me. I wriggled around, teasing his cock with my writhing hips, and loving how he felt, rolling around inside me. Daz smiled as he pulled up and away from my breasts, kneeling straight.
Then he grabbed my hips, bracing me as he drove his cock deep into me.
I cried out with bliss, wrapping my legs around him.
He rolled his hips, thrusting with each motion. He pressed a hand down over my curls, his thumb slipping down to stroke my clit in time with his thrusts.
Given everything he’d already done, that was more than enough to whip me into a third body-clenching orgasm. I clamped down on him, hard, milking his cock, wanting him to come… but he only grinned down at me and whispered, “Not yet.”
I wanted to beg him to come, but I couldn’t speak. That last release had stolen my voice and nearly all of my breath. Instead,I spoke with my body, bucking and writhing around his cock as best I could, hoping to tease a release out of him. But he remained strong and hard inside me.
“No,” he whispered. I barely heard his words through my haze of bliss. “Other men have taken you here. I wish for my first time with you to be a first for you as well.”
