Then, she slipped her hand under it, weighing it on her palm.
Crois felt a little dizzy.
Maybe it was because of all of the blood rushing down to his cock.
Maybe it was just a dream come true, her hand on him like this.
Either way, he was hard and hungry before she even had him wrapped in her hand.
He groaned aloud when her tongue swept out across the tip his whole length twitched. When he saw the long silvery thread of saliva mixed with his pre-cum stretched between her tongue and his slit he lost the ability to breathe.
She smiled and he nearly lost it all over her face.
“Sensitive, aren’t you?”
“God, yes… with you.”
She leaned in and opened her mouth to take him in.
“Oh, shit…”
He felt her tongue on one side and the top of her mouth on the other and the edges of his vision went dark.
“I think…”
She pressed around him closer.
“I think…” he tried again, “I’m not going to last.”
She pulled away gently and he looked down to his his cock wet and heavy in her hand.
“If you don’t last,” she smiled and leaned closer, “we’ll just start again later.”
“I think you’re going to end up k-”
He clamped his lips together.
He had just about to say that she was going to end up killing him.
It was funny, he reasoned with the few brain cells he had left in his head, that people joked about death all of the time, but they had probably never faced the reality of feeling their own lifeblood flowing out of their bodies.
“I…” He shook his head. “I didn’t mean to joke about that.”
Harmony seemed to shake it off her with usual ease. “You can joke about what you want,Saint. I’ll love you anyway, because what I feel for you… is bone deep. So deep no one can reach it and cut it out of me.”
“No one can reach it, huh?”
She nodded, absolutely sure.
“I wonder if I can touch it.”
Harmony froze for a moment, her face showing her confusion. “Wha-”
Crois reached down and wrapped his hand around hers.
“Here,” he used their joined hands to stroke the length of his cock, “I bet I could touch it with this.”
HARMONY
