As if lurking under beds is totally normal behaviour. Which I know it is for shadow beings, but still, it’s a lot. And not something I expect from a being that has reached adulthood.
I suck in a breath and try to compose myself.
He pours out from under the bed. There is no other way to describe it. Thick, black shadows billowing and then reforming into Hex, standing in front of me. All ridiculously tall, and stupidly good hair and criminal bone structure and flirtatious smile and smouldering eyes.
“You scared the crap out of me!” I wheeze, because I’m not going to let him distract me.
He inclines his head. “My deepest apologies.”
I frown. I don’t think he is sorry at all. I think he is amused. I’m pretty sure he finds it hilarious. Because that is what he is like. Chaotic and unrepentantly gleeful. It’s insufferable.
“Allow me to make it up to you.” He glides forward. Closer to me.
My heart starts racing for entirely different reasons. I suppose an apology wouldn’t go entirely amiss.
Hex smirks. He glides even closer. Right up to me. Close enough that the chill of him is brushing against my naked chest.
I shiver. My nipples pebble. Goosebumps dance along my skin. The towel drops to the floor with a dull thud. I don’t even think about reaching for it.
His lips brush against mine and my mind melts. Hex is kissing me and every single one of my brain cells gives up. I don’t blame them. It’s entirely forgivable.
Time ceases to exist. Reality becomes fluid. Even gravity no longer knows what it is doing.
Hex is the only thing that makes sense. His touch. His caresses. The pleasure he is coaxing out of my body. The desire he is igniting in my soul. The lust he is flooding my veins with.
I surrender to it fully. Embrace it with open arms and allow it to take me far away.
I’ve never experienced this before. This ability to trust. To let go. To fall apart while having utter faith that I will be caught.
I am in Hex’s arms, and that is the same thing as being safe.
After a long while, I’m able to make sense of things again. Sensations can be identified and named. Awareness can coexist with the mind-numbing euphoria.
Slowly, I start to categorise the various sources of the joy that is consuming me.
Hex’s lips are sealed over mine, still kissing me deeply. Pleasure is also sparking from my ass. It feels like Hex is stuffing me with at least three fingers, and drawing soft circles over my prostate. It also feels like a soft, shadowy hand is gliding up and down my cock.
But I’m pressed against the wall and my legs are wrapped around his waist, so I’m not sure how anything I’m feeling fits together and is anatomically possible. But then again, Hex is literally a shadow, so I guess flexibility is one of the perks.
Suddenly, his fingers curl, and I stop questioning and go right back to enjoying. I rock my hips shamelessly and cling onto him eagerly.
My orgasm starts to rise up. Almost gently. Coaxed out of me with tenderness and care. It rises and rises and then finally, inevitably, it spills over.
I’m moaning and groaning right into Hex’s mouth, and he is greedily drinking every noise I make down.
The orgasm rolls on and on. My hips are thrusting. My cock is spurting. My muscles are locking and contracting.
It begins to recede. Then Hex bumps my prostate and my orgasm flares back to life. I wail into his mouth. He drinks the sound down so absolutely that nothing echoes around the room. The bedroom is silent. No slapping flesh, no grunts, no squelch. Just silence. Quiet, when my ecstasy feels big enough to fill galaxies.
My orgasm starts to wane. Hex presses down on my prostate again. Fireworks explode behind my eyes, my pleasure is renewed and my orgasm revives with vigour.
We go on and on like this, Hex refusing to allow my orgasm to fade, until the pleasure skims over to pain and my throat is sore from my silent screams. Every single inch of me is unbearably oversensitive.
He shudders. He groans. The wall behind me shakes. Dust falls from the ceiling. The floor creaks ominously.
He exhales. His shoulders relax. His fingers pull out of my ass. His hand leaves my cock.
Finally, his lips leave mine.
