“If there’s something you don’t like, just say so, okay?” she asks, and I nod eagerly, my breath coming in ragged pants as my body responds.
“Okay, but I don’t think there’s anything you could do that wouldn’t blow my bloody mind.”
Her laugh is breathy, hitching even as she tugs on my briefs, dragging them down my legs. She yelps, falling to her side with wide eyes.
I shoot upright. “Everything alright? What happened?”
“I nearly lost a goddamn eye, Elijah. I didn’t realise it was spring-loaded!”
I clamp a hand over my mouth before the loud laughter can slip out, waking the whole building. “He’s just excited to see you,” I tell her once I've gotten my laughter under control.
She crawls back between my legs, finishing removing my clothes before settling her ass on her calves. “I mean, I’m pretty excited to see him too.” She reaches out, wrapping a hand around the base and squeezing way too hard for what my current stamina can manage.
“Too tight.” I gasp between gritted teeth. She lessens her grip, blood rushing to her cheeks. “You almost broke my hand with that grip of yours when we first met.”
“I was merely greeting a new friend,” she says, gesturing to my dick with her chin. Her nonchalance eases some of my anxiety; our easy banter, even in this, feels right.
I kegel against her palm, enjoying the way she flushes scarlet. “He says hello right back.”
“Alright, let’s steer clear of referring to your dick as his own person going forward.”
I chuckle. “Deal.”
She strokes my shaft with a tentative, trembling hand, and my back arches, bliss washing over me from the simple fact that it’sher.
“That okay?” she asks, her movements more assured as my body responds to her.
“W-wait, just one second.” I lean over, smacking my hand on my nightstand in search of my glasses. When I find them, I slide them on and whimper at the sight of her in high definition between my thighs.
“All better?” she asks.
“So good,” I groan out. “Sp-spit on it, Adhira.”
She scrunches her nose, but the movement is fleeting, replaced by her tongue wetting my cock. My intake of breath is sharp, my balls tightening at the feeling of her hot mouth all over me. She pulls back, sticking her tongue out, drool dripping from the tip and onto the head. She smears it over my slit with the pad of her thumb, the combination of precum and her saliva coating me as she resumes pumping her fist up and down my shaft.
“More. Oh fuck.” My eyes roll back, heat spreading from my groin to my limbs.
“More what?” she asks, tossing a leg over one of mine, rubbing her pussy against my thigh, and I’d be lying if I saidit wasn’t the single greatest thing I’ve ever experienced. To be used by Adhira for her pleasure is second only to what I imagine pleasuring her myself will be like.
“S-squeeze the tip m-more.”Oh hell. She’s so damn pretty. Her sleep-mussed hair falls around her shoulders,myshirt draped over her petite frame, dark eyes trained on my dick and what she’s doing to me.
“Like this?” She squeezes the tip once, dragging her hand back down and up again, pumping just at the tip before her other hand joins to cover my base, and I swear, I’m transported to the gates of heaven. She pants, brows furrowing in concentration as she continues to rub herself against my thigh, and I think my dick might explode.
“I read a few articles and watched a bunch of porn”—she flicks her gaze to me—“so I’d do it right when we got here. Don’t worry, it was ethically sourced.”
I jolt at that, muscles tensing as heat builds in the base of my spine. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck,” I mutter, heat and pressure taking over at the height of my senses as darkness stirs in my periphery. She bends down, spitting on my cock, and it more than does the job.
Stars burst behind my eyes as blinding pleasure consumes me, and I’m spurting all over her hands and my abdomen, the force of her admission sending me tumbling over the edge before I have a chance in hell to stop it.
“Was that?—”
“Perfect. You're bloody perfect,” I whimper, tendrils of euphoria still slithering through me.
“Elijah,” she moans, lip quivering. I blink, my vision clearing, heart in my throat at the sight of her. Her hands land on my hip bones as she presses herself more firmly against my thigh, tilting her head back. Her hips buck and grind, a little lineforming between her brows as a breathy moan leaves her lips, eyes clenched shut for a split second before they latch onto mine.
“Oh fuck, Elijah—” she cries out, and the remnants of my own orgasm pulse through me like aftershocks as I watch her come apart above me, unable to think, let alone act on my need to make her feel good. Not when she looks like a goddess of my own making, and especially not withmyname on her pretty mauve lips.
Holy shit.Did she just come from makingmecome?
