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“Blue.” The color of my love’s eyes.
She smiles at me lovingly. “Do you want foreplay first?”
I look down at my painfully stiff cock, then back at Sin. “Some. Please.”
She gets closer, runs her hands up my chest, lets them curl around the back of my neck and pulls me to her, capturing my lips. I dip my tongue to meet hers, slide it into her mouth with ease, grip her breasts then and squeeze them, massage her globes of flesh in my hands as she moans into me.
Her perfume blooms around me, mixing with the scent of her arousal, and I know she’s slicked up nicely. So I drop to my knees before her, spread her legs and dive face-first into her pussy, lapping at the delicious wetness she’s producing for me.
Sin moans as I flick the tip of my tongue over her clit then roll it back to her entrance, sticking it inside of her and curling, then going back to her clit. She grips my hair and I cup her ass, help steady her, pull her cunt to my lips so I can feast until she’s screaming my name, slick gushing on my face and down my chest, pussy clenching on air at my chin.
When I’m on my feet again, I realize I damned near came from pleasing Sin, and I haven’t been touched yet.
“That was very good.” She’s breathless. “You deserve a reward.”
A jolt rushes through me. “Where?”
She knows what I’m asking, and points to the arm of the couch. “If that’s okay?”
I’m already moving, positioning myself to bend over the arm in a way I can still handle my cock. When I’m finally situated just right, I let my forehead rest on the seat cushion in front of me.
Sin has moved away and returned, and I hear some shuffling, a few things tap on the small end table nearby. The pop of a cap.
“Do you want a blindfold?”
I hadn’t even realized I’d closed my eyes. “No. No this time.”
“Okay.” There’s silence for a beat. “I’m going to touch you now. Are you okay with that?”
“Blue,” I breathe.
Her fingers run along my ass cheeks gently, so lightly that I have to concentrate to feel they’re there. “Is this okay?”
“Blue.”
A little more pressure now, a bit of a massage, still light, but I feel it more, and my cock begins to weep, making me moan with pleasure.
“Blue,” I say again, before she can even ask.
A bit more pressure now, fingers digging into my flesh, top and bottom, circular motions.
“More,” I moan. “It feels so good.”
“I’m going to spread you now, Garen. You know your safe word?”
“Yes. Bloody guava. But don’t stop.”
She pulls my cheeks apart now as she massages me, lets the air hit my back hole in a way so delicious, my cock begins dripping onto my fingers where I pinch the head, trying to keep my reactions under control. Trying to last.
“How do you feel?”
“Blue.” My responses is a desperate groan, my hips rolling forward.
“I’m going to apply some lubrication now.”
And that’s what the cap pop had been. The liquid that drips onto my asshole is cool but not cold, yet it still makes me hiss. Makes me wonder what ice would feel like there.
“Are we okay?”
