When he finished, he held my gaze with a smirk as he lifted himself slightly, then began seeing to his pretty hole next.
I relaxed back on my haunches, stroking my now warm and slick length as he put on quite the show, opening himself up. He teased his rim and moaned out, before then thrusting two slick fingers in. Twisting. Pumping. Then thrusting rougher, harder, until his cock was bouncing on his glorious abs.
“You like?” he teased as he added a third finger.
“Yes,” I hissed, my serpentine tongue darting out.
So much so that the second he’d finished and eased his fingers free, I grabbed his hips and dragged him to me.
My hands tight around his thighs, I held him just above my cock, turned with his back facing my chest. “I loved your erotic show. Look at you all ready and eager to swallow my cock deep in your wondrous ass.”
“Yeah… fuck, yeah, Vax,” he panted, trembling at my words.
I relaxed my grip and held him with one hand as I stroked his shoulder blades with the other. “Good boy, sink down on my lap. Take me nice and slow. Feel me stretching this tight little hole, feel my need for you.”
A strangled noise escaped him and then he lowered himself, the both of us cursing in rapture as my crown pushed inside.
I kissed and licked his shoulders and back. “You’re doing so well. So very well.”
“Mmm…”
“My darling little Ifrit.”
He sank down further, bracing his hands on my thighs.
I gritted my teeth as bliss wracked my body with him clenching so fiercely. The urge to thrust up was… intense.Not yet. Not quite yet.
“Love your cock in me,” he panted.
“I love beinginyou.” I nipped at his shoulder. “All over you.”
He lowered himself further, until he had all of me.
Curses!I fisted the sheets, sweating with it, my tongue lashing out of its own accord.
“Mmm… shit, you’re fucking pulsing inside me, Vax.” He sank against me, his heated back meeting my flushed chest, my muscles drawn so taut it had to feel like a rock to him. “It’s okay,” he told me. “Fuck up into me.”
I ground carefully instead, not quite thrusting, but moving.
I grasped a fistful of his hair and pulled his head back, so I could see his expressive espresso eyes. They were hooded, droopy, as he gave me a dazzling smile. “Go on. Do it. Let loose. Fuck me.”
“We’re going to fuck each other, sweetheart.”
He jolted. “Shit, you said it again.”
“Yes,fuckback on me. No top and bottom rigidity, hmm? Just falling into it.”
He shifted a little, bracing himself with the flats of his feet to acquire leverage.
And then it happened.
He lifted off a little, I thrust up. A scream tore from him, melding with a growl from me.
And then we were thrusting and‘fucking’together beautifully.
To my surprise, he didn’t go hard, harsh, and rapid-fire. Slow and deep instead, meeting me so well, until I was growling and licking his cheeks, ears, and lips, as the easy pleasure of it consumed me, the sensual pace enabling us to feel every slight movement, every slide, every moment of pressure.
“It’s not just fucking… you wanted to show me…” he breathed, overcome, his eyes shining with emotion.
