“Is that so?” Arwyn whispered, bending over enough to press his forehead into mine. “And dare I ask what you are going to do to me?”
“Lie on the floor,” I said, lips brushing his. “And find out.”
Arwyn didn’t need to be told again. Releasing me physically, but not from his attention, he lowered himself onto the cold floor of the old pub. His hard cock flopped up onto his stomach, far surpassing his belly button as it lay in wait for me. I spotted where he’d discarded the bottle of lube. Quickly picking it up, I popped the lid open.
“Strawberry flavour,” I announced, noticing the label as I emptied three very large pumps onto my open palm. “My manipulation of this reality ran deeper than I thought.”
“I put you down for a banana-flavoured person,” Arwyn added as he stroked himself.
“Is that supposed to be a dick joke?” I asked, adding another pump and a half of lube into my palm because… well, Arwyn was the biggest man I’d ever taken inside of me. Goddess knew I’d need all the help I could get.
“Maybe,” Arwyn said with a wink.
“You have so much you need to learn about me,” I replied. “I’m surprised my choice of lube wasn’t already outlined on the list your father has about me.”
Arwyn winced. “Perhaps we don’t talk about my dad either… especially just before I fuck you.”
“Point taken.” I closed my eyes, envisioned the symbol for fire, and clung to it. My intention wrapped around the element,thrusting it out across the pub’s room until the hearth, and every single candle Romy had gathered, billowed in newly lit flames.
Heat bathed us in a wave.
Arwyn released a pleasured sigh. “That’s much better.”
He wasn’t wrong. The kiss of flame itched over my damp skin, sending every hair to standing. With the old magic still thrumming through my veins, I spun around until my back was to Arwyn.
“What are you doing?” he asked.
I bent myself forwards, spread my arse with my lube-slick hands, and began massaging it… everywhere. And I meanteverywhere. I carefully slipped fingers into my entrance, preparing my body for what was to follow. Usually sex prep would result in a single finger, but since I was about to sit down on Arwyn’s dick like he was a throne, I opted to use two.
“Fuck,” Arwyn muttered, no doubt stroking his cock as he watched. I couldn’t see him from this angle, but I had no doubt that he was looking at nothing else but my arse as I coated it in lube. His heavy breathing sang across the quiet pub, filling the shadowed corners with unspoken wants and needs.
Once I felt as though I was ready, and had given myself a wordless pep talk, I turned back around and walked over to where Arwyn lay.
I straddled his waist, got my position right, and then slowly lowered myself atop him.
His cock rubbed against my lubricated entrance as I leaned in and kissed him.
Arwyn lost himself to the taste of me, moaning as his tongue picked up the slight sheen of lube that I’d rubbed over my lower lip. Arwyn clearly liked strawberry, because he was devouring my mouth like it was a starter, main,anddessert.
As Arwyn distracted himself with my lips, I reached back, positioned the head of his cock against my slick entrance, andlowered myself on him. It took me time to relax the muscles in my body enough to just let him in. Then I made sure I got used to the pressure of him, not rushing myself as I so desired. Soon enough Arwyn’s entire length was inside of me, comfortable as if he was made for me.
“You okay?” he asked, forehead leaning against mine.
“Oh mygod,” I cried out as his member added pressure against my prostate. He didn’t even need to move to give me the pleasure I wanted so much.
“That’s not my name,” Arwyn said, lips bruised from our kiss, eyes glittering with his own pleasure. “I think you’ll need to try that one again.”
“Arwyn,” I cried, beginning to rock myself atop him. “Is that… better?”
“Much.” His hands drifted down my curved spine, stopping when they reached either side of my arse cheeks. He pulled them apart enough to help ease the tension, then started rolling his hips to help me acclimatise to him. “You feel so tight. You feel so… divine.”
It was so natural for me to squeeze those small muscles inside my arse together, adding to his enjoyment. Arwyn’s eyes rolled into the back of his head, his fingers imprinting into my flesh. No doubt he’d leave bruises. To be honest, it was what I wanted. I needed Arwyn to mark me as his in any way he deemed fit.
“I want you to fuck me, Arwyn,” I said, a hint of begging in my tone. “I want you to fuck me until you cum. Don’t stop until I’m completely filled with you, until there isn’t a single corner of my body or soul that isn’t familiar with the way you make me feel.”
His thrusts quickened at my request. His grip tightened. I closed my eyes and saw a rainbow of colours in the dark, each one conjured by the man who was pounding into me.
I swore that my reality warped as Arwyn started to grunt. Especially because every time the curve of his cock smacked into my sex, the real world started to fade away, taking with it all the worries and anxieties that surrounded us.
