It hit her with heat and a blissful surge of radiance, almost like he was injecting a narcotic into her veins.
She relaxed, her discomfort melting away. ‘I could get addicted to you, hell, I’m already obsessed.’
He chuckled, sliding closer, nibbling her earlobe.
‘Hey,’ she murmured, her utterance dropping to a provocative whisper, shifting her hand to his nape, sinking her hands into his thick fall of hair. ‘Take me out of my mind, transport me out of these voices crowding me, shatter me with your touch.’
‘Fokkwoman, you take my breath away,’ Idan rasped as he turned to her, his diamond-hard cock searing her stomach. ‘I’m the one who’s so high on your aura and essence.’
Sheba shifted, slipping her thighs over his, straddling him until she pinned him down, hands splayed over his sinewed, muscled chest, where his sigils flared with desire.
‘I can see waves of heat radiating from your skin, Idan,’ she muttered, in wonder as her desire ratcheted. ‘I hear the blood rushing through your heart like a flooded river. It’s so wild, I want to explore all your senses and dive deep into the crux of you.’
Bending over, she seduced the remaining sleep from his limbs with a slow, deliberate series of kisses that traced the sinewed muscles of his chest.
They stripped the little clothes they wore between them, before falling on each other once more.
Idan cupped her tits, suckling on her hard tips, lashing them as her pussy, wet and ready, swirled over his throbbing cock.
When he finally flipped her onto the pillows, the experience fractured into a kaleidoscope of sensory extremes.
The contact of his skin against hers sent jolts of static electricity through her nerves.
The Ssignakht magnified every touch until her entire body tingled with a hyper-conductive energy.
When his thick obsidian-tipped phallus slid into her, she had to suppress her screams.
The sensation of being stretched ripped out of her in waves that seemed to surge beyond the edges of the universe.
As they moved together, the room dissolved into a spectrum of incandescent light.
Sheba didn’t just feel the slickness of his skin; she discerned the atoms storming beneath his dermis, as their passion ratcheted.
She caught the sound of soft abrasion of the sheets, as if it were the crashing surf.
Sheba perceived the rhythmic contraction of his muscles as a series of glowing, topographical shifts.
Her psionic anchors held firm against the galactic noise, but they quivered with the sheer force of her own pleasure.
Sheba arched her back, her fingers digging into the hard slabs of her lover’s shoulders as a surge of crystalline white light flooded her vision.
The diamond dust in her pupils flared, aligning with the radiance of his sigils that cast a pulsating, strobing glow on the walls.
Every nerve tip felt as though it had been flayed open and rewired with liquid starlight.
From her toes to her lips and even the tip of her nose, she tingled as the oncoming deluge of bliss rolled over her.
She let go, screaming harder than she ever had as she bucked through her ecstasy.
Over the next few minutes, her body shuddered and trembled as she writhed through a series of never-ending orgasms.
Afterward, as the intensity ebbed into a warm, humming afterglow, Sheba lay tangled in his arms, her heart hammering, chest heaving.
‘Wow, that was the most intense, freakin’ mind-blowing, incandescent, star exploding ecstasy-filled savagery I’ve had,’ she breathed, still reverberating all over.
‘Still want to give the mask back?’ Idan whispered into her hair, his hand cupping her breast, his thumb teasing her still-swollen nipple.
Sheba followed the shimmering particles of light dancing around them, still trying to make sense of her profound experience.
