He grunted in pleasure, and the feeling of his hand in my hair tightened. His fingers gently pressed into my cheek, pulling me closer to him. I opened and sucked the head into my mouth, the heat and silkiness of him along my tongue an aphrodisiac, and I moaned around him, taking more of the head into my mouth.
“That’s it,” he murmured, praised. The motion of him pushing my head down, then using gentle pressure in my hair to lift me back up, told me nonverbally what he wanted.
I took over after that, bobbing my head up and down, taking as much of his thickness as I could. But there was just too much dick, the stalk so thick my jaw ached as I sucked on Fen.
“Run your tongue along the underside… yeah, that’s it… right over the vein.” He groaned. “Yes, Prima. So good. You’re doing so good that I won’t last.”
I did what he asked, running my tongue underneath, feeling the thick vein pulsing beneath. I hummed, moaned around him, his hips jacking up, more of his cock being pushed into my mouth. I felt even more saltiness bathe my mouth, and I greedily swallowed it, hungry for more.
“Move your palm up and down.” He took my hand and curled it tighter around him, stroking it up and down, showing me what he wanted me to do. “What you can’t reach with your mouth,” he gritted out, his voice thick and tense, “touch with your hand.”
I tightened my hand around him and did what he asked, stroking him in tandem with what my mouth was doing. His hips kept jacking up and relaxing. Going up and moving back down. The act was very sexual, causing wetness to be a constant flow between my legs as my desire rose higher and higher.
“Prima,” he growled, and I felt his hand tightening in my hair a second before he tried to pull me away. “Ah, sweet Prima, wait.” His voice was so animalistic, and I tasted another spurt of pre-cum fill my mouth. I knew without him saying the words that he was going to orgasm. “If you don’t stop, I’m going to fill your mouth, and I’m not sure you understand what that entails.”
I didn’t, not if I was being honest. I understood the basic concept, but I’d never seen or even imagined what happened during a male orgasm. I’d passed villagers being intimate against buildings a couple of times, mainly when it was dark and in shadowed alleys, the stench of mead filling the air. But the motions were self-explanatory.
He groaned again and then pulled me away from him. I sucked in a breath, my lips feeling swollen, my gaze trained on his cock. He wrapped his big hand around mine and started moving them up and down, stroking himself… working himself until he got off. And when I saw his body tighten, when I heard his breathing change and the sounds of pleasure leave him, I kept my focus locked on his cock.
“Prima!” He roared out my name a second before white arcs of thick cum shot out of his cock, the ropes splattering against his hard, defined belly.
I gasped at the power behind his orgasm, how it went on and on. And when I felt his fingers under my chin—his other hand still jerking himself off—I forced myself to look up at his face.
His expression was feral, his teeth bared, gritted. “Look in my eyes as I finish myself off.”
And I did just that, straight into the blue of his eyes as his big body continued to shudder and tense as his climax seemed to go on and on. And the entire time he never looked away, never broke eye contact. It was the most erotic and intimate experience we’d shared thus far.
And when he rested against the chair, I let my gaze travel down to see the product of what I’d caused within him. I found the sight of his orgasm highly arousing, and my mouth watered again to taste him. I was suddenly leaning down and running my tongue along his abdomen, his muscles clenching as I lapped up his seed. The sound of his shock and pleasure came through so strong I closed my eyes and moaned.
I glanced back up at him and saw this look of pure… adoration on his face. He cupped my face again, leaned in, and kissed me soundly. “My Prima,” he rumbled out. “You surprise me constantly. I’m the luckiest male.” He pulled back, and I felt something shift in me, this feeling of lust taking more of a shape, one I couldn’t place yet, but it was definitely more than desire. “You’re my everything.” And then he lifted me off the ground, had me cradled in his lap, and just held me.