Then she smiled, raised one arm, and crooked a finger…
… and my heart surged in my chest.
The whole thing was beyond reason. It made zero sense.
And yet for some reason I was approaching the bed, my feet once again moving with a mind of their own. I felt my inhibitions dropping away. My restraint dissolving like cotton candy in warm water, as I surrendered to this beautiful siren’s pull.
Peyton arched her back, and reached out to touch my face. And then she was kissing me, drawing me in. Somewhere behind her I was only vaguely aware of Ripley’s thrusts slowing enough to allow us this connection. But it was so incredible, so intimate; so raw and unchecked and completely wrong on every level that I ever knew… yet at the same time, deep in my soul, I knew there was nothing wrong about it.
I cradled her face with both hands and drank from Peyton’s lips, kissing her so deeply my heart hurt. I’d wanted this for so long. I’d imagined what it would be like to hold her like this; to sift my fingers through that silken cascade of shining gold hair. Our mouths moved slowly, our breath mingling as Itasted the sweetness of her tongue…
And then she surged again, moving forward and back. Rocking with the slow, deep rhythm of Ripley’s thrusts, as he began working her over again.
My eyes shifted upward, to meet his, and I was greeted only by a shrug. His body was taut and powerful; the hands gripping those magnificent hips strong and unyielding. I saw his fingers roll forward with all new desire, dimpling her supple flesh. And then I felt it — a gentle tug at the drawstring to my sweatpants. A small, delicate hand working its way inside, to push them down and pull my fully hard member straight through the opening in the front of my boxers.
“Jesus, Theo…”
Her voice was a soft whisper, but full of awe. She took hold of my manhood at the base, admiring it from different angles as she brushed it against her face.
“I had no idea.”
My dick was long — I knew that because other women had told me so. I suspected I didn’t realize the extent of things, though. In truth, I had very little experience in this department. My romantic encounters had been limited to a friends-with-benefits arrangement with a busty, doe-eyed lab partner, and a few short dalliances in the co-ed dorms while at MIT.
But I’d never,everdone anything remotely like this.
Peyton moaned softly as Ripley picked up speed, her beautiful bottom once again swallowing him as she rolled it sensuously backward. The hand wrapped around me began slowly moving, up and down. Her fingers rode the length of my shaft, top to bottom, as she dragged it against those plump, perfect lips.
Then she looked up at me, winked, and swallowed me whole.
