“Holy fuck,” I mutter, my hands immediately gripping her head as her lips seal over my shaft and I slide deep into the back of her throat. For a moment I’m lost in the ecstasy. My eyes close and my head tips back as she works magic with her tongue. Her hand slides up and down my shaft as she plays with the tip of my cock and even though I want this to go on forever, if it goes on much longer it will take all the fun out of what comes next. Because I will explode inside her mouth.
So I kneel down, forcing my cock to slide from between her lips, and even though she moans a protest, I cut it off with a kiss as I push her back onto the soft mat of long grass.
She squirms and wriggles underneath me, giggling a little as I pin her down with the weight of my body, then nudge her legs open with my knee.
Pie responds without hesitation, her hands gripping the muscles of my shoulders, her nails digging into my flesh just a little. I reach down, slide my hand between us, and slip my fingers into the waiting pool of wetness between her legs.
Pie bucks her back a little, biting her lip and moaning. Her eyes open now, looking straight at me. She flickers in the candlelight—dark, then light. Dark, then light.
Her hands come up to my face and she holds me like that, her eyes gazing into mine. This is how I enter her. Looking straight into her soul. She gasps as I fill her up, once again digging her fingernails deep into my flesh.
I want to fuck her hard. I want to make her moan, and whine, and keen from my rough handling.
But even though that sounds fun—and I’m sure it would be something Pie would enjoy—I would rather make it something more. Something meaningful.
So I slow down and let Pie catch her breath. “What’s wrong?” she whispers.
“Absolutely nothing. I’m just gonna take my time, if that’s OK.”
She smiles at me in the yellow-orange glow of candlelight. Then she reaches up to my horns and gently strokes them as I carefully and slowly attend to her needs. I push up inside her—deep inside her—but I take my time and let her fully experience the sensations. Her hands grip my horns and she slides them up and down the same way she did my shaft a few minutes earlier.
This friction heats them up and they begin to glow with bloodfire. New shadows of red and black play across Pie’s face as I ease back out of her, just leaving the tip of my dick in that glorious pool of wetness. Her hips thrust up against mine and I smile.
“Go faster,” she says. “You’re teasing me.”
But I decide to give her one better. I wrap my hands around her waist and roll us over, so she’s on top.
I decide to give her control.
Pie chuckles as she lifts up her hips, pressing her palms flat on my chest, and then sinks down.
I slide inside her and she throws her head back. This makes her breasts perk up and nipples tighten. I thrust up, making her tits bounce. Then I grab them with both hands and squeeze. Pie’s excitement is building and she begins to bounce on her own, allowing me to slide deeper and deeper inside her.
My fingers trace down her stomach and land right between her legs. She opens her eyes, watching as I flick the tip of my thumb back and forth across her sweet nub.
There is a moment when she goes still. Her face tight, biting her lip.
And then it’s like an explosion. She moans out into the darkness, her body tensing up, then falling forward on top of me as her pussy squeezes my cock. It’s an irresistible invitation—much like that moment when she took my dick in her mouth. And even though I would like this to go on forever, I can’t help myself.
I wrap my arms around her waist, pulling her tightly to me. Her mouth finds mine and we kiss as I come inside her.
It’s a moment that seems to last a lifetime but also goes by far too quick. We linger there in the afterglow of sexual heat, sweaty and panting hard.
I trace a finger up and down her spine as her body becomes relaxed and lazy on top of me.
Her breathing slows, and so does my heart.
Finally, she says, “Pants are kinda dumb.”
And I laugh into the night.
At some point, we must’ve drifted off. Because the next thing I know I’m waking from slumber. Pie is sitting up next to me. And there is a new kind of glow all around her. My movement makes her turn and when I see her face, I see her smile. “Look, Pell,” she whispers. “Look at them.”
I look up at the air just over her head and find the source of the new glow.
Then I sit up, rubbing the sleep out of my eyes. “What are they?”
“Fireflies,” she says. Then she opens her palm and points it at me. Tiny orange fireflies burst into the night, growing bigger as they get further away. And then they light up a golden yellow and flicker dark and light. Dark and light.