My head tilts back and my eyes close as a moan flows past my lips.
Then he’s covering me. His perfectly sculpted chest presses up against my breasts as his mouth finds my mouth, and our tongues connect. Twisting together like our fate. Twirling around like the spinning world we live on.
His cocks rub against my pussy. And I have never wanted anything in life the way I want him inside me, just the way he described.
“Are you ready?” he asks.
“Oh, yes,” I say. “I’m ready for everything you want to give me. I want it all. Every single bit of you inside me. Any way you want to do it.”
His wide, sly grin is worth every bit of that sappy, love-sick declaration.
I mean it, anyway. I don’t care how he wants to take me. He can do it.
His hands grip my ass and slides me up the smooth silver covers until my head hits the pillows.
I giggle, because he took me by surprise and because the silky softness of the covering felt amazing on my back.
While I’m busy enjoying that move, he opens my legs and brings my knees up to my breasts. Leaning his face down, tongue extended, as our eyes lock on and never let go. Even when his tongue swipes across my pussy, we do not break contact.
But then… then it’s too much. His tongue begins to twirl and dance the way it was in my mouth just a few seconds ago, and I lose control.
I close my eyes and just float… and enjoy the way he pleasures me.
Soon, he’s putting his fingers inside me too. Pumping them back and forth. I am so ready. So slick and wet and ready… I want to beg.
I do beg. “Now,” I murmur. “Now, please. Inside me now.”
He shoves his fingers in. Hard. Making me gasp. “No.” I laugh. “Not like that!”
He pumps them in and out. Slowly. Twisting his hand a little with each back-and-forth motion. “You don’t like it?” he asks. “I thought you wanted everything, princess?”
“I do,” I say. “I take it back. Do whatever you want!”
He laughs, withdrawing his fingers. They shine in my soft glow as he brings them up to my lips. I do not even hesitate. I take them in my mouth and taste myself on his skin, licking, and twirling my tongue, just the way he did.
“Dead,” he says. “I’m so dead.” He inches his knees towards me, fisting his cocks again. And I will never, ever get tired of watching him jerk off both those fat cocks. My pussy is humming and thrumming, impatient for what comes next.
He lets go of the top cock and points the lower at my pussy, inserting it, just a little. Just enough to drag the sweet wetness inside me down to my asshole. He does that a few times and it feels excruciatingly good. Agonizingly good.
Then, when my ass is good and slick, he begins to massage it with his finger.
It’s tight. So tight at first. Small, shooting pains make me gasp. But he says, “Shhh, Lyra.” And the sound of my name, in combination with his probing finger, is enough to make me relax enough for him to push it inside a little more.
I’m the one who will die, not him. He feels too good to be true. He feels like an erotic fantasy come to life.
And he is, isn’t he? A mythical, two-cocked, erotic demon come to claim me from my awful life and lock me up in his tower of sexual pleasure.
His cock probes the entrance to my ass, presses up inside me. I buck my back, but just as I do that, his other cock slips into my dripping wet pussy and that’s it…
I. Am. Full.
“Lyra,” Serpint groans. “Fuck yeah, you feel good,” he growls, moving his hips back and forth, in and out. Slowly, at first. So fucking slow. Then quicker as I begin to relax and ease into our new rhythm.
And for a second I feel it.
That light from the first day. The pent-up brilliance inside me begins to build and I think… there it is. That’s the light that Serpint wanted. That’s the light that was almost missing last night.
I get even more excited about the burst of star shine that’s about to explode, moaning, “Yes, yes, yes,” as I dig my nails into Serpint’s muscular shoulders and urge him to go faster.
“Yes!” I say again.
He is grinning down at me. His violet eyes burning with the heat of our passion.
And just when I think we’re about to explode together…
It stops.
It stops building. In fact, it not only stops building, it declines a little. My clit is still humming and throbbing and he still feels amazing, but it’s different now.
“What the fuck?” I say.
“What?” he asks, halting our lovemaking. “What’s wrong? Am I hurting you?”