Under Cupid's Contract (Love Under Lockdown)

“Would you like to try something a bit different?’ he asked me when I was a little more coherent.

“Always!”

When I was able to move freely again, Hugo got onto his back. With some help, I got on top.

“Good, lift up a little.”

Placing my hands on his chest, I lifted my hips as far as I could with some support from Hugo.

“Oh!” I gasped, feeling the head of his cock brush my pussy.

“Forward a little more and then ease down, slowly. You’re in control here.”

I closed my eyes and tried to focus as I sank down onto his throbbing cock. Both of Hugo’s hands on my hips kept me from going too far, too fast. I didn’t slide down all the way, even though I wanted to, stopping a little past where he’d gone when he was on top.

All was stillness as I adjusted to having his beautiful cock, so deep in my pussy, throbbing inside me like a second heartbeat. Then the biggest issue was figuring out the right alignment so I didn’t go toppling off him as soon as I started to pump. An eventuality Hugo safeguarded against by holding my hips until I was comfortable. I was vaguely aware such a thing existed from a book Maya showed me once. Though it hadn’t really gone into specifics about how it could be done. Just that it was good for clitoral stimulation, a claim I could absolutely attest to.

I was tentative at first. Not least because of the massive stimulation on my clit promised so long ago. I figured the slower I went the less intense it would fee. A plan which worked, for a while. Though the more I did it, the more I wanted to know what it felt like to do it hard.

One by one I put my hands on Hugo’s shoulders, for support as well as leverage. Lifting my hips so my pussy was hugging the head of his cock, I dropped back down.

The plan had been to go back to the position I’d been in before. A little more than half-way down his considerable length. Imagine my shock, when I found myself sitting flush on his lap. The entirety of his considerable cock buried deep in my twice-fucked pussy.

Tears trickled down my cheeks, dropping off my chin, to land softly on my bare thighs. Tears of pure joy.

“Are you okay?” Hugo asked from what seemed like far away.

His voice was full of concern. He must have thought he’d really hurt me, even though nothing could be further from the truth.

“I-I’m fine. Wonderful. I-it feels - wonderful. Just kind of overwhelming, but in the best possible way,” I laughed a little, embarrassed.

Hugo exhaled into the mattress. Pure relief reading on his gentle face.

My hands were still on his shoulders. It had worked once. Might as well keep going.

Hugo gasped as I began to ride him. His expression flickering from relief to surprise, to utter elation. My hips worked up and down on him like I was riding a pogo-stick downhill, working us both toward explosive orgasms.

“Fuck, Vega,” he groaned, tensing underneath me, and as I spiraled over the edge, I felt a surge of heat as he bathed the inside of our latex barrier with his seed.

He pulled out slowly and laid me down on the bed, sitting on the edge as he tossed the condom in the trash. He then got to his feet and offered me his hand.

I took the offering, getting up on shaky legs, and kissed his cheek. Both of us sated, and no words needed between us, we got into the shower and scrubbed each other before going to the waiting breakfast.

Chapter Eight - Hugo

Her warmth was intoxicating. The rays of the new day made a halo around her head. Much like the candles had in my imagining. Confirmation or conscience, it was a lovely sight to see. In the Arcadian moments of the morning after, I was left to fanciful considerations. Certain that, given the choice, I would never get out of that bed. Remaining with her, safe in that moment forever

It came from nothing. A spark of an impulse, driving action, creating something visceral. My lips touching hers in a moment of mad abandon. At least so it seemed. Kissing was not specified anywhere in the contract. Nor was it specifically forbidden. More of an unspoken agreement. One so unspoken, it might as well exist at all.

Looking like an amorous sleepwalker, eyes still closed like in dedicated slumber, Vega returned my affections. Matching them in kind. She learned quick. The intensity grew with the passing of the moments. Evolving from entrant I’ve smooches, to a full on make-out session. Her tongue as deep in my mouth as I was in hers.

There it was. Stirring under the silk. The intensity of the moment manifesting in other ways. Vega slipped her hand between the folds, grasping lightly on my shaft. Stroking with a sensitive fluidity as our tongues explored each other.