“We are one and the same,” I whisper, kissing him softly. “One cannot exist without the other.”
Shane kisses me back, squeezing my ass again as he deepens the kiss. His tongue flicks into my mouth, and I answer it with my own, devouring him in return.
“But my question, my king,” I whisper. “I asked, what is your will?”
He pulls back a little, his eyes dancing with warmth now, like softly swelling currents in a perfectly blue bay.
“On your knees,” he says.
I comply eagerly, grabbing the waistband of his jeans as I quickly kneel. He covers my hands with his, his blue eyes burning through the dark like flames from a sacred pyre.
“Slowly,” he says.
I graze the skin of his belly with my fingertips, slowly teasing the button of his pants with my thumbs. It pops open, and I stroke my hand gently down the zipper, teasing up and down before I actually grab the tag to open it.
Reaching up, I slide my hands across his hips and lean back to see his face. Shane is looking down on me, his mouth slack and his eyes wide, the blue softening to the mild depths of a summer sky.
I dance my fingers back across his belly, feeling goosebumps rising under my touch as I come back to the zipper. I pull it down the rest of the way, tugging his jeans down. Shane groans, leaning his head back as I slide my fingers into the opening and stroke his hard cock.
“Oh my fucking God, woman,” he mutters. “You’re killing me.”
“But you said to take my time,” I remind him, giggling. “Isn’t this what you want?”
I tease my fingers up and down the shaft, feeling tension singing through his body in response.
“Forget that,” he hisses. “Put it in your mouth right now.”
“As you wish,” I whisper, grabbing his cock and wrapping my lips around it.
Shane moans, almost buckling at the knees, and I grab his hips, rocking back and forth as I slide his cock in and out of my mouth. I keep moving back and forth in long, slow strokes, running my tongue along the shaft. Every now and then, I pause, sucking on the head before gulping the length of him down my throat again.
Shane’s cock gets so hard in my mouth, I can barely stand it. I pause, pulling back. Shane drops to his knees and hurls me back against the ground, pouncing on me. His hands roughly push up my skirt, and he dives into my pussy, his tongue immediately finding my clit.
A shriek bursts out of my throat as I thrash on the ground, feeling Shane’s weight holding me down. He sucks slowly on my clit, running his tongue down the slick folds to bury it deep in my pussy. With a groan of satisfaction, he runs his tongue back up again, coming in for soft kisses and licking up my juices. When he reaches my clit, he teases it with the lightest flicks of his tongue before sucking on it as hard as he can, punishing me with hard laps from the flat of his tongue.
I arch and moan under him as a massive orgasm crashes through me, waves of pleasure cascading from deep inside, scattering all the way out to my fingers and toes. When I can remember to breathe again, Shane is on top of me, his face inches from mine.
“I love those sounds,” he says.
I put my hand on his cheek, losing myself in the deep prisms of his blue eyes. I shake my head a little, the love inside me so powerful that I can’t describe it. There are no words in me that could match the emotion swelling in my heart.
Shane blinks, and I know he understands and feels exactly the same. I smile gently, kissing him and wrapping my body around his.
Shane grabs my shoulders and thrusts his hips forward, and I feel his hard cock sliding against my wet pussy. I bend in his arms, opening my thighs and begging for him to come inside me. He teases me, pressing his hips forward, then pulling away again, until I wrap my legs around him tightly, desperate to pull us together.
“Please,” I gasp. “Please fuck me.”
“That’s all I needed,” he whispers, a mischievous tone in his voice. “A magic word.”
I dig my fingers into his shoulders, ready to show him some real magic if he doesn’t immediately let me have his cock. He grips my hips and sinks lower onto his knees, thrusting his cock inside me.
I writhe desperately against him, locking my ankles and my hands across his back to work my hips up and down until his cock is as deep inside me as it can possibly go. When he finally touches the tender point at the end of me, shudders run up my spine, and I cling to him weakly as all my perception narrows to the place where our bodies are entangled.
Shane strokes my sides, and I stroke him back, feeling his cock grinding against me. Gasping, I tighten my knees around his waist, leaning back to invite him even further inside. A pulse shocks through me, my deepest muscles gripping his cock and sending waves of pleasure rippling through me. I collapse backagainst the ground, gasping at the sky as Shane tightens his grip on my shoulders and begins to thrust.
He starts off slow, treating me to every single inch of his cock with each stroke. Tremors cascade inside me, multiple orgasms bouncing off each other, renewing with every thrust. Once I’ve come so many times that I can barely stay lucid, Shane finally braces his knees, clamps his hands down on my shoulders, and rams into me hard and fast.
Trapped between the grip of his hands and the pressure of his thrusts, I writhe under him, clinging desperately to his shoulders even as my limbs grow weak. My inner muscles spasm again, gripping his cock as he swells inside me. His thrusts become wild, erratic, and deep, until tension streaks through his whole body and he crushes me to his chest, a groan ripping from his mouth as his cock blows deep inside me.
