I watched as the light played over his muscles, the purple tones of his skin exotic. At some point his braided hair hadcome undone, spilling over his shoulders. When he reached my side, I lifted a hand and fingered one of the silvery tresses, the strand slippery under my touch. I ran it between my fingers as he lay down on his side, his head propped up on one large hand.
I smiled at him, his adoring gaze instilling a confidence in me I’d never felt when naked with a man. I'd not had a lot of experience, but I wasn’t a virgin. Somehow, I knew that my previous boyfriends couldn’t hold a candle to Jon.
“What do you like?” he asked, and I was stunned by the lack of shame around the question. Nobody had ever asked me what I liked before. My hesitation must have shown as he asked, “Can you show me?”
I nodded. “Yes.”
His eyes heated at my answer. “Even better.” He lifted his hand and held it aloft. “Show me where you want to be touched,” he said, his voice a low rumble as he dipped his head near my neck. I tilted my head and shivered as his breath tickled me.
My hand shook as I gripped his, moving it to my breast. He was a quick study, touching me in exactly how I wanted. Palming the heavy weight of my breast, rolling my nipple between his fingers and thumb, and pinching with just the right amount of nip to cause pleasure with just a dash of pain to make me forget everything but what was happening between us.
I closed my eyes and arched my back with a groan, which dissolved into moans as he switched to my other breast, sending spirals of pleasure through me. His hand was so large that his thumb touched one side of my rib cage, and his fingers the other.
I felt tiny next to him, and I was far from petite.
I could get used to this.
I lifted my head to meet his eyes, lifting my hand from where it had been lying bonelessly on the bed and sliding my fingers into the silky hair at his nape. I tugged gently, and he let me pull his head down to mine. Our lips met, softly at first and then more demanding. We explored, giving and taking equally, until we were both panting.
He rose over me, one leg flung over my thigh, the weight of him not unwelcome. He deepened the kiss as his hands moved over my body, sliding down the dip of my waist and lifting my far thigh to slide his hand underneath my arse and squeeze.
I gasped as I felt the hard ridges of his cocks press into the softness of my belly. I pulled away from our kiss, making space to look between our bodies at what most interested me.
I grasped them both in one hand. Or tried to.
It was impossible to wrap my hand around the girth. The two cocks were stacked one on top of the other, and I explored them both with my fingers. I wrapped my fingers around the base of the lower one, sliding my fingers down its length. I was curious at the differences between them, using my other hand to explore the upper one. The thick veins that spiraled around the outside of the lower one seemed intriguing, and I wondered how that would feel when Jon was inside me.
But it was the top one that interested me the most. It was still girthier than what I imagined most human penises, though it wasn’t quite as thick as the bottom one.
But it wasn’t its size that interested me the most. It was how it felt in my hands.
On the underside there was the most intriguing array of irregular knobs and ridges. They had a slightly stiff feeling,like cartilage, but not so hard that they would hurt when inside me. I wondered about their purpose.
That wonder was enough for me to overcome any remaining shyness and undertake some worship of my own.
I pushed Jon onto his back, gently, and rose onto my knees.
“Is this okay?” I asked, shooting a quick look at Jon, who nodded rapidly. I blinked, really taking in his countenance. His hands were fisted by his sides, his teeth gritted. “Oh. Are you in pain?”
“No, not pain.”
I stopped and pulled my hands away from him. But he grunted and thrust his hips toward me. I giggled. “Is it a bit too much?” I asked, biting my bottom lip and trying not to grin.
He shook his head, and the change from him being in control to being so close to the edge made me feel powerful. “Promise me you’ll let me know if it is?” I asked, pleased to see that he nodded.
Now that I had permission, I really began my exploration. I bent my head to get a closer look. The blood that had rushed to his groin and engorged his cocks, and had made the heads darker purple. The top one was more bulbous than the lower one, which was more angled. It appeared to be slightly smaller at the tip, widening at the base, a hypothesis that I confirmed with a thorough exploration with my hands.
I bent my head to get a closer look and caught his scent. Spicy caramel with a hint of something entirely foreign, but absolutely delicious. I closed my eyes as I breathed deeply, committing every touch, smell, and sound to my memory.
How can I stand to let him go?
My chest tightened, and I opened my eyes to look up atJon, who had patiently endured what must have been the sweetest torture. His lips were pressed into a tight line, his breath coming in short pants. His hands were gripping the sheets, twisting them as if that was the only thing stopping him from reaching for me.
I smiled, enjoying feeling in control of this giant of a man. I bent my head and lightly licked the head of his topmost cock. A bead of pre-come spilled from his tip and I licked it up. The flavor burst in my mouth, stunningly sweet and not salty like I was expecting. The one time I had done such a thing before, it had been an entirely forgettable experience. But with Jon? I felt like I couldn’t get enough.
Maybe I didn’t have to let him go?
I bent my head to lick him again, but suddenly I was lifted in the air and on my back, Jon hovering over me with his hands supporting his weight on either side of my head. I let out a surprised gasp and raised my hands to his shoulders.
