He lets out a sigh of resignation. “You have to stop if it hurts, OK?”
I have no intention of stopping, but I nod, wriggling out of my clothing. I whimper at the feel of the cool air on my skin. Bas moves as if he’s going to climb out of the nest to strip down, but I grab his belt. “Can’t wait.”
“Wha—?”
Before he can finish the question, I tug at the buckle and get that baby open in the blink of an eye. A moment later and the fastening of his trousers is undone too. I tear at them as helifts his hips to pull them down. I’m so eager to see and touch him, I’m sure I rip them in my haste. He doesn’t complain, though. When the trousers are off, I grab the waistband of his briefs and release his cock, but then I have to pause. Because the cock I reveal when I pull off his underwear deserves a pause—it deserves a full minute of solemn silence to be properly appreciated.
It’s beautiful.
I know some girls might say a penis can’t be beautiful, but right now I’d fight them all because I’ve never seen anything as mouth-wateringly perfect as the sight of Bastien’s hard, thick cock jutting up to meet me. He’s thick enough I already know my hand won’t wrap all the way around and so long I could stack both hands and he’d still poke out the top.
I stare at it and then him and then his cock again, unable to speak.
Bastien groans and tries to cover himself. Even he can’t hide it all with one hand, though. “I told you it was too big.”
“Are you crazy?” I pull his hand away and it springs up tall again. “It’s perfect.”
“It is?”
I nod.
He tries to speak, but I’m too obsessed. I’m kneeling between his thighs, so I lower my head and nuzzle my face along his thigh and across his shaft, savoring the heat and the way the powerful scent of him grows stronger as the tip drags along my cheek.
He lets out a choked sound and goes still again. So I take the opening.
While he’s lying there breathing hard, cock stiff and moist at the tip, apparently too stunned to move, I lift my leg and sling it over him, gasping with pleasure as I slide my sopping wet pussy right up the underside of his shaft, trapping it between us.
TEN
Bastien
My cock is a rigid bar of rock wedged tight between my belly and Vera’s wet, perfect cunt. My mouth is dry. I can’t speak. I can barely move.
She just called my cock perfect. Is there even a small chance she could actually take it? Tiny Vera?
For the next few seconds I honestly just lie there and pray to all the gods she doesn’t stop.
I should be praying for the opposite. There are so many reasons we shouldn’t be doing this. My mind draws a blank on all of them, though, when she rocks her slim hips and slides along my length, dragging wet slick along in her wake and coating me in it. Pleasure blazes through me like a motherfucking forest fire, and I am dangerously close to losing control.
I grab her waist, intending to lift her off me gently, but right then the tip of me glides against a point that makes her eyes flutter closed and her mouth drop open, and to my shame Iimmediately push her back and drag her forward again just to watch the way her chest rises and falls with her indrawn breath and her taut belly caves in on itself as all the muscles clench.
Oh fuck.
I didn’t know my body could do that to her. I didn’t know how much I needed to see her face contort into that particular expression somewhere between bliss and torture and know I’m doing that to her.
My hands tighten on her body so hard I’ll probably leave bruises. I’ve got to get hold of myself. Only her eyes open and she looks down at me and grins. And then she plants her hands on my chest and fucking goes to town, and there’s no hope for me.
She grinds over me in short, furious snaps of her hips. Her breath comes in shorter and shorter bursts. Her head tips back, and she lets out a half-feral sound that’s raw with need.
“Yes.” My word is a whispered prayer for her to continue. Adoration I can’t hold back.
I’m not even focused on my own pleasure any longer. Instead it forms a low throb somewhere in the back of my mind while my conscious thought narrows in to the rise and fall of her chest, the way her fingers thread through the fur on my chest, the way she sucks her lower lip between her teeth.
I have to concentrate on keeping my claws from lengthening from my fingertips and scratching her.
We move together, me holding and guiding her, and Vera rocking her hips in a rhythm that grows more frantic as her pussy gets wetter and wetter until the moist slide of her is audible in the dark, quiet space.
“Do it, Ver. Cum on my cock. Gods, you’re beautiful.”
