Almost violently, he rolls over onto me, his hands landing on my body with restless, hungry movements, squeezing, massaging, kneading my ass, slipping fingers under my pants. When he slides them between my legs, he finds the pool of slick there, and I can’t help smirking. Yeah, I’ve been naughty-heaty.
Eliano flashes that same knowing smirk, then leans in and kisses me deeply.
This time, it’s less bite-y, more… passionate, intense.
Fuck, I love it this way. It makes me a little fuzzy, almost lightheaded. Like I’m trying to peel myself away from my own body, just a tiny bit. But why? Maybe it’s because kisses have always lived in my head as this love-only thing, not just sex? The fact that Eliano reaches for them so easily is both thrilling andunsettling.
Still, against my better judgment, I melt into his arms, his mouth on mine lighting me up all over, making me crave even more. I wrap my arms tight around him, pull him in, my legs lifting almost on their own. Eliano’s fingers wander along my sides to my hips and find their way to my hungry hole. Theyslide in, clearly to stretch me, though it feels like my strange heat thing makes the job easy.
"I’ve brought condoms," he murmurs.
Of course he did.
We strip off quickly.
Eliano climbs on me and starts pressing his cockhead against my pink star. The stretch is easier now, though I can still feel a faint oversensitivity lingering from our first time.
His cockhead feels so thick, slick, and insistent, and I exhale slowly as he starts to ease in, just the tip at first, breaching my tight, slightly sore ring with a gentle nudge. Luckily, it’s not that sharp a burn, like yesterday. My body’s starting to adapt.
Still, on instinct I grip his shoulders, nails digging into the solid muscle there, and he pauses right away, his golden eyes locking onto mine, searching for any sign of pain.
"You okay?" he whispers.
I nod, swallowing hard, because yeah, I'm okay, more than okay, even if it stings a little. The fullness starts to build as he inches forward in a controlled way, his girthy shaft sliding past my rim, going deeper. My walls part around him, sensing every vein, every ridge, and I feel that hypnotic pull already, like the world is narrowing down to just this connection.
He stops at about two-thirds, like the first time, leaving that last bit untouched, obviously mindful to keep things slow. The pressure sits there, stretching me, but without overwhelming, my hole clenching experimentally around him, testing the fit.
And here it is again.
Eliano leans down, capturing my mouth in another kiss. Why does he keep doing it? It’s playing with fire. This one is much slower, his tongue tracing mine with lazy strokes. I kiss him back, like an idiot basking in this sensation, with that weird flutter in my chest kicking up.
Hell, it’s too much, too intimate, the fucker is stripping down my layers. The way his mouth moves against mine, in a soft, tender but erotic way, is pulling me under, dammit. I part my lips wider, letting him in, and the stress of the shitstorm waiting for me ahead… fades for a few seconds.
He starts to move inside me again, softly rocking, subtle shifts of his hips that make his cock glide in and out in teasing strokes.
In… out… just a little, enough to drag along my sensitive inner walls, sending sparks up my spine. My channel pulses as if it’s becoming alive with the sensation, and I break the kiss to gasp, my forehead pressing against his shoulder.
"Eliano…" I murmur, my voice muffled against his hot skin, not sure if it's a plea or a curse.
He answers with a low AO sound, which I understand again, it’s a softer version of 'Appreciation', then comes another kiss, this one to my jaw, then back to my mouth, drawing it out until I'm dizzy, my thoughts scattering like wildflowers tossed by the wind on the meadow.
The rhythm is unhurried, almost meditative, his body swaying over mine, hips circling in a slow grind that rubs his dick against that spot inside me, not missing even a single time. I feel it intensely building, that low hum of pleasure rolling tighter with each pass, every withdrawal leaves me aching for the next push. He slides in again, pausing halfway to let me breathe, his hand stroking my thigh in soothing circles. My body is greedy. My cock, hard and leaking against my stomach, twitches with the motion, a bit forgotten but desperate all the same.
We kiss through it all, long and deep, his mouth claiming mine over and over. I’m almost pissed at how, for Eliano, sex seems tangled up with kissing. It shouldn’t be, because those kisses are wrecking me. Each one chips away at the wall I’m trying so damn hard to keep up, it makes me angry and… way toovulnerable. I don’t want to need this, need him, but here I am, wrapping my legs around his waist, dragging him closer even while my brain keeps yelling to pull back.
But the pleasure wins out. I lose myself in him, in the wet slide of our tongues, the shared breaths, the way he groans softly into my mouth when my hole flutters around him.
The first wave of climax hits me sharp, my channel spasming in a quick, shuddering clench that milks his cock. Pleasure is rippling out from deep inside, but without fully satisfying me. I moan into the kiss, breaking it just to pant, my eyes snapping shut as the aftershocks tingle through me.
Eliano stills, letting me ride it out, his forehead pressed to mine, whispering nonsense words of encouragement. "That's it, Salt… just like that, baby."
He doesn't push harder; instead, he resumes that slow sway, withdrawing almost all the way before easing back in, the head catching on my rim each time, popping past with a slick drag that makes me gasp.
Time blurs like that, minutes stretching into what feels like hours of this gentle rocking, our bodies locked in a hypnotic dance. In and out, the stretch blooming anew with every entry, my walls gripping him greedily, pulsing in rhythm with his thrusts.
Another mini orgasm sneaks up on me, just a flutter of ecstasy that leaves me trembling, slick gushing around his shaft. I cling to him, kissing him fiercely now, yes, me, pouring that confusion into it, the thrill of the intimacy warring with the unease, but Fate, it feels so right, almost necessary.
The dramas outside can wait; right now, it's just us, this slow burn consuming everything beautifully, sweetly.
