He groans, and his grip tightens. “Alette. Oh, fucking gods, Alette.”
I know I’m soaking my underwear. There’s no way I can’t be. Seeing him like this. Feeling him like this. Knowing I’m turninghim on… it satisfies some part of me I never even knew was there.
He pushes me further and further onto his cock until the tip of him hits the back of my throat. I gag a little, his sweet, salty taste feeling my mouth, but he pushes in deeper. And then… he’s pounding in and out of me. His hand tangled in my hair, keeping me in place.
I try to suck him every time he thrusts, but I have no clue what I’m doing. All I’m sure of is that he likes it. Suddenly, his whole body tenses, and then he explodes into my mouth. I’m shocked as his sweet, salty taste fills my mouth.
“Swallow,” he commands, keeping me in place.
I swallow, shocked by how much he’s turning me on.
He pulls me to my feet, even while my legs are shaking, and pulls up my skirts. “Do you want my cock inside of you?”
I nod, knowing that’s exactly what I want.
“Say it.”
I take a deep breath. “I want your cock inside of me.”
He shudders and reaches down with quick movements, yanking off my underwear. Then, grabbing me by the ass, he lifts me up, and I gasp. My back hits the stone wall, and my legs wrap around his back.
“Are you ready for me?” he whispers, his breath hot in my ear.
“I’ve been ready for you all day,” I admit softly.
His tip presses into my folds. He rubs himself around, making my muscles jerk with anticipation, with the soft caresses to my sensitive area. Then, he pushes inside, and my head rolls back.
“Oh my gods, Oberon!”
“You like that?”
“Hell, yes!”
“So I just need to fuck you to get you to swear, huh, sweet thing?”
He starts pounding into me. It’s harder, rougher, than with Cassius and Sylvian, but I love it. I love every moment of his long erection rubbing through my body, touching every sensitive nerve. I love his muscles pressed against my much smaller body. I love the way his breath feels on my neck.
Kissing my lips, he locks eyes with me. And then, goes wild. I feel like I’m being pounded into dough. Except, it’s with a penis.
My orgasm starts building, higher and higher before it comes, dragging me away like a rough wave. Every muscle in my body tenses. Every nerve screams with pleasure, and my vision goes between black and white.
When I feel him explode inside of me, it feels so good. Like he’s claiming me as his own, and I really like it for reasons I don’t understand.
Then, we’re done, and there’s nothing but our breathing and the sound of our hearts racing.We just had sex. Me and Oberon, we just had sex.
We linger, catching our breath. His forehead rests against mine, his eyes closed, his expression soft in a way I rarely see.
“I can’t believe we did that,” I whisper, my heart full, my body spent.
Then, without a word, he takes my hand, intertwining our fingers. It’s a simple gesture, but it feels monumental. “I can’t believe it took us this long,” he says, his voice gentler now.
He goes and grabs a cloth and gets it wet. Kneeling beneath me, he cleans his cum off my thighs and pussy. His touch is gentle. Almost reverent.
When he’s done, he fixes himself, and my underwear and dress, then stares at me for a long moment. I feel like he has something he really wants to say, but he seems to wrestle over it before saying, “Come on.”
We step back into the hall, the air cooler against my flushed skin. The sounds of the storm echo faintly through the stone corridors, a reminder of the world outside our bubble. I want to cherish this moment, this feeling of safety and warmth forever.
As we walk, my fingers laced with Oberon’s, a faint sound catches my attention. It’s a soft, muffled cry. I stop, my heart skipping a beat.
