Page 82 of Devotion

Soon, his cock is slick with me, gliding along, up and down. At the bottom, he circles my apex, making my ass bend back toward him. At the top, he teases my other entrance, making me tighten up, my jaw dropping.

Wondering what he has planned.

I am panting when he finally places his immense head at my entrance.

“Ciro…if you keep teasing me like this…”

“Yes?”

“I am going to murder you.”

“Funny, because I am just dying to be inside you.”

This should not turn me on so much. But it does. Everything he says is pure desire.

And he never ceases to amaze me, surprise me. Tugging at my arm, he draws me around, pulling me into an embrace, kissing me sweetly. Tenderly.

Tiny fireworks pop in my head as he twirls that tongue between my teeth, massaging mine with his. I nudge him back, savoring the taste of his kiss.

His arms around me feel almost as good as the sex. And that startles me more than anything.

Even more so when he lays me down in front of the fire, cradling my head, kissing my chest, my neck. No one has ever treated me this way.

With such dedicated passion and care for my desires. My needs.

My leg skims up his side as he rolls over me, settling right where I want him. His stiff prowess presses into me, promising me pleasures to come. Reaching down, I pull at him, urging him on.

He does not disappoint.

Tonight, I do not want “teasing.” I need to be made love to.

His first foray into my core is slow, spreading me wider as he closes his eyes. I watch him sense every inch of his way into me. It’s fantastically arousing.

My walls adjust to him, swallowing his shaft every deeper.

The next thrust is just as purposeful, long and sumptuous. I would let this continue forever, letting the pressure build over time. But I am impatient.

Hooking my calves around his ass, I pull him in.

He bucks his hips smoothly, sliding out. I pull him in again.

We tug back and forth, finding our pace, our rhythm. It’s tantalizing and hypnotizing, the pulsing beat of each stroke, punctuated by the soft grind of skin on skin. His arms around me. Our lips joining as we fall into one another.

Losing ourselves to the moment.

There is only him. Only me. Then there is only this, us. Our union.

All I feel is Ciro, swelling within me, an aura of sensual rapture consuming me. I am aflame, writhing in the throes of his heat. He ignites me. Engulfs me, even as my inner sanctum engulfs his mighty pillar, drinking him into me.

Every sensation is an orgasm, microscopic pops of ecstasy in my mind, erupting constantly along my skin, sparks shimmering behind my eyes.

Soon, the roll of a tidal wave swells too.

It sweeps me up, into the current of my oncoming climax, carrying me toward absolute release. The first is rolling, a rippling rush through my muscles, blossoming in my chest, flooding my skull with euphoria.

I don’t have time to stop and savor it.

Another one hits home again as soon as the first abates. Distantly, I hear Shakal moan with a smile in his voice, knowing what he is doing to me. Warm air tickles my neck, shivering along my heightened nerves.

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