I wonder if Amazon do a pyjama subscription?
Hex pulls me even closer and kisses me even deeper, and I forget all about nightwear logistics.
He caresses me everywhere all at once, in that way that he does. The cool, mist-like feel of him somehow heating my skin until it burns. His embrace is like electricity in the way it lights me up. He makes every single one of my nerve endings sing.
He is kissing and kissing me, as if my lungs contain the only oxygen in the whole universe. While my nipples are being rhythmically squeezed, twisted and flicked. A tendril of shadow is sliding along my crack, rubbing over my hole and nudging my balls.
My cock is pressed against his very firm and very unshadowy feeling stomach. His skin is soft and very warm. I’m grinding against him shamelessly, and he doesn’t seem to mind at all.
Tendrils wrap around my neck and tilt my face to a better angle. His tongue slides deeper into me. I moan in bliss.
The world tilts. Because he has moved us. He has pulled me up and now I’m on all fours.
I groan. My cock leaks. My hole twitches. My body remembers this position. It’s carved into my soul.
Hex drifts down my body. He takes up position behind me. I think he is kneeling.
His fingers run through my hair. With gentle pressure, he pushes my head down until my face is on the pillow while my ass is up in the air.
He pauses. I’m getting the impression that he is staring at my exposed hole. Like, really staring at it. As if it is a nice thing to look at.
I try to hold still and not squirm too much.
“You are so perfect, My Love,” he whispers in a tone of awe.
Then hot, wet heat is gliding over my hole. I jump and yell and nearly cum all at once.
Hex shows no mercy. He doesn’t give me time to recover, no time to pull myself together. He just… devours. Eating my ass like it’s a fantastic feast. Sloppily and extremely enthusiastically.
His lips and tongue are everywhere. A hint of teeth. A burrow of his face as if he is desperate to get even closer.
Noises are pouring out of me. Obscene ones, even more obscene than the wet sounds coming from behind me.
It’s incredible. All of it. Sensation and pleasure are surging. My heart is pumping joy instead of blood. I’m soaring, flying. Free and exalted.
He stops eating my ass. I make a sound of profound displeasure.
Hex chuckles. “Patience, My Love.”
My eyes roll back and I gurgle as he starts giving me his cock. Hot. Heavy. Enough stretch to burn, but sliding into me easily because he is not fully formed. Nor at his full size.
He eases in deeper and deeper. Feeding me inches and inches. He hits something far up inside me. I wince. He stops.
Oh lord. I’m pretty sure he can make his cock as long and as wide as I need.
Sure enough, I can feel him swelling inside me. Increasing in girth. Stretching and stretching. Filling and stuffing.
I groan, and then I wince. He stops.
“Too much?” he asks.
I’m pretty sure my hips are dislocated. I can’t really feel my legs. All I can feel is his cock stretching me impossibly wide, filling me incredibly deep.
I shake my head, but I’m smooshed against the pillow so it doesn’t work.
“Not too much! Perfect!” I gurgle and splutter.
He chuckles again, and I don’t even mind. He deserves to be smug and cocky. Even arrogant and insufferably confident. In fact, I don’t understand why he doesn’t swagger more.
