Stolen by You (Fated To Love You)

Oh god, oh god, oh god.

Despite my internal freakout, I get brave enough to run my fingers down the warm grooves of his abs, which shift and bunch when he breathes. They’re the most fantabulous things I’ve ever experienced. My fingertips are practically orgasming, not to mention what the rest of me is doing. When I gain another burst of bravery, I trail my hand around his firm hip, then do the same with the other, and holy mother of bananas, I’m touching his bottom.

And it truly is the bottom of wonders because it’s wondrous, wonderful, and ‘wonderific.’ When I touch it, I can’t help but wonder how it can be such an incredible, wondrous wonderland.

Kirian’s hand is hot on my arm. He traces his palm up from my wrist to my shoulder, and I tremble madly. Then, he tips my chin up, and when he kisses me, it’s so hot that I’m transported to another galaxy altogether, where Kirian’s ass is the sun, and everything revolves around it.

There’s something hard digging into my stomach, so maybe that’s also the sun because there are clearly two suns in this galaxy.

I wrap my leg around his leg, which is as far as I can get to his hip because we’re standing up facing each other, and he’s about six hundred feet taller than I am. I don’t even care if it looks funny because it feels nice, and I’m not going to let anything in my head come between me and what I want.

Kirian picks me up easily, letting me wrap my legs around his waist. Since I’m not wearing panties, my dress rides up enough that my bare skin is on his bare skin. My pussy is basically on his abs, and I’m soaking wet, making him wet too. With a groan, he kisses me like it’s hotter than hell, like I’m hotter than hell, and like I might be the sun in his galaxy too.

All of a sudden, he twists deftly, and we fall back against the bed. We don’t bounce, and we also don’t sink. Because it seriously is the perfect amount of hardness and softness, and it’s just like hard and soft had a baby. Oh, wait. I guess that’s called medium, so medium-firm? Although, I swear it’s not called that.

Kirian’s wriggles under me, and I instantly forget about freaking mattresses because his feet are planted on the bed, my super soft duvet is like a cushion against my bare knees, and his very hard, very massive erection is now between my thighs.

I immediately become so wet when I look down and see how long and thick he is that I can practically smell the scent of my arousal. I can smell him too, and I can see the purple head of his cock throbbing. It really looks like it hurts. And then, as I watch, I swear it grows another freaking half an inch. Moisture spills from the tip, and saliva starts to pool at the back of my mouth.

I gingerly wrap my hand around Kirian’s cock and move my palm up and down slowly, stroking him from the tip of his dick all the way down to his base. I’ve never done anything like this, but something tells me to cup his balls with my other hand.

He throws his head back and lets out a groan so raw and primal that it hits me straight to my core, which feels very empty and lonely without him. He feels so good against me, his big legs trapped beneath me, his dick throbbing in my hand, his huge body underneath mine.

I lean forward, still stroking his dick, and he leans up. I claim his mouth, and my god, he tastes good. I love the taste and scent of him. Of his skin and arousal. I grab onto his shoulder with the hand I’m not using to stroke his dick of wonders—of course he has a dick of wonders since it matches his ass of wonders—and I kiss him harder, thrusting my tongue into his mouth and stroking it like I’m stroking his cock. I swear that by now, I seriously only have one brain cell left. The rest are solely devoted to thinking about how much I want Kirian inside me—devoted to aching, shivering, sweating, whimpering, arching, grinding, and all the other things I’m doing right now.

I know for sure I’m going to do this, and it’s not going to be vanilla. I will not turn the lights off, and I’m going to be on top. Yes, on top. I’m also going to get the hell out of this dress, and I’m going to let Kirian see, touch, and taste all of me. I’m going to do it proudly because I’m not ashamed of my body, I’m not ashamed of his, and I’m not ashamed of the pleasure we can give each other.