Page 21 of It's In His Hiss

“Oh, but Iwantto.” I grin at her, my snakes tilting curiously as iftheywant to observe, too. “Let me worship you a little.”

She moans when I press my mouth to her, tongue slow and deliberate, teasing the soft folds of her most sensitive skin. Her fingers clutch my shoulders, her hips moving with me as I draw sweet, desperate sounds from her throat.

When I suck her clit gently, she cries out, one hand flying up to grab the headboard like she might levitate right off the bed.

“Gordy—I—Oh, gods?—”

“You’re so sweet, Al,” I murmur against her, voice muffled. “Like magic and sunshine and sin.”

“I’m coming! Gordy, I’m—” She pulses against my tongue with a strangled moan, thighs trembling, breath ragged. I don’t stop until she pulls me up and kisses me like she’s trying to brand her soul into mine.

“Now,” she pants. “Please. I want you inside me.”

I brace myself over her, positioning my cock at her entrance. I go slowly, easing in inch by inch, watching her eyes widen and her mouth fall open in a gasp.

“Gods, you’re tight,” I groan, sweat beading on my spine. “Perfect. You’re perfect.”

She clings to me, nails digging into my shoulders. “Don’t stop. I need all of you.”

I slide deeper, burying myself inside her until our hips meet. We both gasp—her body arching, mine shaking with the effort to hold still.

“Al,” I whisper, cupping her face. “I’ve never—nothing’s ever felt like this.”

“Same,” she breathes. “You fit me. Like we were… made for this.”

And then I move. Slow and deep. Every thrust deliberate, designed to make her eyes flutter and her back arch. Her name is a litany on my lips. A prayer. A promise.

Her body rises to meet mine, hungry and unafraid. My snakes writhe above us in lazy ecstasy, lulled into pleased hisses by the rhythm of our bodies and the moans spilling from Alice’s lips.

Alice jerks as the snake slips out from the tip of my cock again. “Oh, my god,” she gasps. “He’s helping?”

“I think he’s offering encouragement,” I mutter, sweat dripping down my back.

“Well… thanks, little guy,” she huffs, her cheeks blooming with color.

I bury my face in her neck. “This is the weirdest, hottest thing I’ve ever done.”

“Same,” she moans, pulling me closer. “Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop.”

We fall into a rhythm—sweaty and wild, teeth and tongues, tangled limbs and whispered declarations. She gasps my name when I roll my hips just right. I groan hers when she clenches around me.

Another snake on my head gives an enthusiastic hiss that startles us both.

Alice wheezes mid-thrust. “Did he just cheer us on?”

“It’s a she. Ignore her. She lives for drama.”

“I’m literally having sex with a man who has a peanut gallery on his scalp.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

She laughs, breathless and beautiful and wild. “It’s the best thing.”

And moments later, when we both fall apart, her sex pulsing around my cock as I shake with my release, it’s like falling and flying all at once. Like shattering and becoming something new.

I bury a growl in her neck, and Alice muffles her cry against my shoulder. It’s not smooth orcinematic.

It’s better.

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