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HECTOR
There wasn’t room for any thoughts as Arwyn drove his cock into me. The languid thrusts of his hips drove me wild with lust. It had been a while since he’d climbed into the bathtub with me, and we were still at it. Bodies, minds and souls connected on a level we’d never shared before.
Sex with Arwyn Hopkin was out of this world, but whatever dance we’d entered into this time was so different. Elevated, perhaps. Steady and gentle, as if I was a piece of fruit for Arwyn to savour.
And savour he did.
Arwyn practically carried me out of the bath, and positioned me over the edge of the porcelain lip. He buried himself in me from the back, a low growl emanating from his parted mouth. I watched my distorted reflection in the murky water, delighting in my front row view. My mouth was open and panting, my thighs burning pleasantly from being kept in this position for a while.
I arched my back as Arwyn leaned down and planted soft kisses across my spine. His murmurings of sweet nothings warmed my skin. If my mouth wasn’t gasping with orgasms,perhaps I would’ve said something back. Instead, I did the only thing I could do with confidence—I used my hands.
My touch was the conduit to display everything I wanted to say. My hands reached back and gripped thighs of iron, nails sinking into flesh as if I could anchor myself to Arwyn forever.
“My love,” Arwyn sang in beat with his fucking. “My great love, myonlylove. You feel so fucking good… you have no idea… I’m mad for you.”
I’d long given up touching myself. My lack of personal pleasure was certainly sending me on a treacherous road to blue balls, but I didn’t want to risk finishing first. Honestly, I didn’t want this to end at all. But if he spoke like that to me again, I didn’t think I’d need a helping hand to cum all over the side of the bath.
Apparently, Arwyn was suffering the same fate. He withdrew his cock from my arse suddenly, like a sword to its sheath. He spun me around to face him until the room blurred. I cried out at the hot pleasure of his exit, before the sound was captured by Arwyn’s lips.
He was starving, and so was I. Desperately. I wrapped my arms behind his neck, locking them in place. The floor fell away from me as he hoisted me up, his guiding hands encouraging my legs to wrap around his waist.
“How are you feeling?” Arwyn asked the second he tore his lips from mine. “Think you can keep going?”
Breathless, and damp hair a mess, I barely could get one word out, let alone a full answer. “Heaven. If that… makes sense.”
Arwyn chuckled softly, jewels of sweat beaded down his brown skin. “It does. Vividly actually.”
I cocked my head back as Arwyn dove into my neck, feasting on my skin. His teeth nipped dangerously, followed by the long drag of a tongue over newly tender flesh.
“Why… have you stopped?” I forced out, eyes closed as the euphoria of his devouring burned a fire in my groin. “I don’t remember telling you… to stop.”
“Simply taking my time, little kitty,” Arwyn eventually replied.
It was at the use of my nickname that I realised my nails were, in fact, wrecking his muscular back. I eased off, only for Arwyn to tell me otherwise. “Mark me.”
I dug my nails in deeper, leaving claw marks across Arwyn’s tattooed flesh.
“Good boy,” Arwyn moaned.
I couldn’t take it anymore. His praise practically knocked my head from my shoulders. I needed him… right then and there.
“Fuck me,” I counter-demanded. “I can’t bear to exist without you deep inside of me.”
Arwyn growled into my neck as the room shifted. He carried me, effortlessly may I add, until my back slammed into a wall. He shifted our bodies enough that the wall behind me acted as support. Then the burning pressure of his hard cock met my arse once again. This time, when he entered me, it wasn’t slow. It was fast and hard, stopping only when he was a good nine-and-a-bit inches buried.
“Fuck,” I cried out, eyes wide to the word as pleasure rocked through me. “Oh, Arwyn. Fuck me. Fuckme.”
An indulgence rippled up my spine, spreading across my back like wings. Thank Hekate that Arwyn was holding me, because my legs wouldn’t have worked in that moment. This position was the gratification I needed. Each press of his long dick against my pleading prostate was enough to make me limp.
“My beautiful, confident,tightboy,” Arwyn said between grunts. His focus was split between the enjoyment on my face, and his cock as it worked inside of me. If I wasn’t drunk on sex, I would’ve counted the muscular mounds that protruded from hisstomach. Lined with tattoos, the dips and curves of his chest was enough to drive me crazy.
He was, as ever, a god.
My god.
