Obediently, I crawl up his body, straddling him.
“Is this what you want our first time to be like?” he asks with a smile. “You get to choose.”
I think about it. I’m sure there are many ways to have sex. I know of some, of course, and I want to try them all. Eventually. But tonight? Tonight I need release, and I know exactly how to chase it down when I’m riding my crystal. I have a feeling that riding Colden will make my orgasm even easier to claim.
“Idowant it like this,” I tell him, leaning down, pressing my naked body against his. “I need you deep.”
He slides his hands down my back and over my ass. “Put me inside you, then. Fuck me the way you wish.”
I reach between us and find that angling our bodies is far easier than I imagined. In seconds, I’m sinking onto him, the throbbing head of his cock opening me.
We both sigh at the joining. I rise on my hands and arch my back, rolling my hips, taking him inside of me inch by delicious inch. He teases my nipples with his tongue as I work around his hardness.
“Look at you taking all that cock,” he says against my skin. “Stretching that sweet little hole so I can fuck you so very hard.”
I quiver down to my toes. “I’m going to need you to talk to me like that every day.”
He laughs. “Like at breakfast? You want me to lean over and whisper filthy things in your ear? How I’d like to spread you across the table and tongue fuck you? Stick my cock inside you and fuck you in front of everyone?”
I take the last inch of him, filled to the brim, and I swear, I cannot think of anything else than the image he just placed in my mind, seeing him pinning me to the table, his beautiful cock thrusting in and out of me while everyone watches with lust in their eyes.
“What are you doing to me?” I whisper, my voice rough and trembling with need. “I feel ravenous.”
“Good.” He pushes his hands into my hair and kisses me. “Because I’m not going to stop until you’re thoroughly satisfied, which means we could be at this for a while.” He thrusts his hips, making me cry out. “I have no complaints,” he adds.
Again, he slides his hands down my body and grips my ass. I’m unprepared for the onslaught he delivers, the way he begins with a shallower assault that steadily deepens and quickens, each resulting thrust reaching the deepest part of me, a part I’ve never reached. It comes alive when the gentle curve of Colden’s cock strokes it.
He sucks my nipples, too, and dips a fingertip into the wetness we share before dragging that same finger up and over the hidden part of me that no one—not even me—has ever entered.
He pauses for a moment, rubbing the slickness onto me, and then pushes in. “Just a little,” he says. “Just to give you a taste. I couldn’t resist. Your ass is a temptation all its own, Nephele.”
I gasp for breath, my pussy clenching his cock, stimulated by an intrusion that doesn’t even involve those parts of our anatomy. There’s no pain, much to my surprise, but thereistorture. Because I’m already coming undone, becoming malleable and compliant under his talented care as he fucks me in two different ways, teasing with his finger and thrusting his cock in the most sensual rhythm.
“I think you like it,” he says. “I think you like your king fingering your tight little ass while he fucks that perfect pink hole, making you his plaything.”
I shake my head, feeling half-wild, feral. “I love it. I’m yours, Colden. Make me your whore.”
Colden looks into my eyes, and though I see a glint of deepest lust shining there, he says, “Never a whore. But you can be my paramour if it suits you. The secret can make it feel all the more exciting. Especially when I bend you over and fuck you spontaneously in the middle of the day, when anyone could walk in and see how thoroughly I’ve corrupted my favorite witch. Would you like that, Nephele? My cock in your cunny and my thumb hooked in your ass while you come all over me in the library? I would make you lick me clean.”
A sound leaves me that I don’t recognize, a guttural moan saturated with unquenchable longing. In response, Colden sucks my nipples again, flicking his tongue and biting harder this time, until my clit stiffens and throbs, pleading for the violent release I know lies ahead. It’s as if my body and mind are pleasure troves and Colden Moeshka knows exactly how to explore every nook and cranny.
“I’m going to come.” The words rush out of me, and for a moment, I wish I could suck them back in. I fear he’ll stop, and my orgasm isright there.I can feel it teetering, just waiting to obliterate me.
“Mmm, fuck me, then. Punish your cunny on my cock for waiting this long to tell me that you’ve desired me. Then I’ll punish it some more.”
The next few minutes feel like an out-of-body experience. I do fuck him, so hard, rocking and grinding on his dick until pleasure rips me apart.
I gasp around the sensation, my entire body seizing from the intensity. This orgasm is cataclysmic, more than anything I’ve ever been capable of giving myself. It’s as though nothing else exists but us, like I can pinpoint the height of every known desire to this brutal, pulsing pleasure, like the universe’s heart is pounding between my legs.
When it ends, I can barely hold myself up. I can feel Colden smiling, feel his hands soothing me, hear him praising me—good fucking girl, my sweet little vixen, my precious little witch.
I’m so lost in bliss that it takes a second to connect what he’s doing when he gently turns me onto the bed, on my stomach.
“I just need a few more minutes,” he says, hovering over me, rubbing his cock between my legs. He leans down and kisses my ear. “Can you take it?”
I feel like I’ve been turned inside out, my muscles lax, but I push myself up to my knees, dragging a pillow under my breasts so I can keep my upper body on the bed. “Always.”
Colden follows and rubs his hands over my hips. “Fuck, Nephele. Your ass is going to consume my dreams, I swear it.”
