Page 79 of Descent

“Nothing,” I shrug. Must have been my imagination. Or the ringing in my ears.

Our peace could last forever here. Until an alarmed voice squeals out into the morning.

“Que porra vocês dois estão fazendo na minha piscina?!”

“What the fuck are you two doing in my pool?!”

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Circe’s moans send me into a frenzy.

Her hands press harder into the shower walls, shoving back onto me. My head thunks against the tile as I let her jackhammer herself, my arms and legs shaking.

I can’t stop.

I won’t. But my muscles are fatigued, screaming for a break. Yeah, fuck that.

My dick has other ideas. Like fucking the most beautiful creature I’ve ever seen into next year. Circe arches her back into the motion, her head hanging between her arms. Hoarse, constant vocalizations of our passion rush from her lips over and again.

Shortly after running for our lives from the owner of the apartment with the pool, we managed to steal a few blankets to cover ourselves enough to catch a cab. I’ve never laughed so hard in my life.

No joke.

I’ve never actually laughed before.

I feel like I haven’t stopped smiling since we landed in that pool, since we gave up our lives to each other. We haven’t stopped fucking either.

“I don’t know if I can…” she whimpers, her ass quivering.

“I know…I know…but my dick my explode if we don’t, just one more time,” I force out between the sopping slaps of her flushed cheeks against my lap. I palm one with a resounding smack, garnering another howl of anguished delight.

“Then do something about it!” she grits out, reaching down to clench my balls in her fist.

Immediately I’m alert again, lust pumping through my veins. Not lust. Love. Longing.

Desire for her. To satisfy her beyond her wildest dreams.

That dizzying rush propels me into motion, dragging her back toward me, bending her over farther, all the way to the floor. She squeals softly as she grabs her ankles, folded completely forward. Where I proceed to angle down into her with wicked pumps of my swollen lance.

It works for a few moments, the two of us rolling in the sensory overload.

Then I need more. I need to end this. I want to finish her off in a way she’ll never forget.

Sweeping her up, I toss her out of the bathroom ahead of me, still dripping wet. Circe giggles at the show of strength, landing with a graceful bounce on the bed.

I’m right behind her, pouncing over her and landing on my extended arms, suspended above her, facing the opposite way. Swooping my arms down and around, I drop to my knees and bounce back, lifting her with me. Only she’s upside down, yelping as I slice my tongue down the heavenly divide between her thighs.

Her yelp transforms into a deep-throated gulp, and I find myself weak in the knees, my eyes rolling and my head spinning.I carry her into the living area, feasting on her slick center as I get ready for what’s next.

Circe reaches for the arms of the armchair, using it to lift her upper half. I let her down, sweeping in behind her to let her adjust to the shift in gravity.

Then I promptly kick the chair over onto its back. Circe goes next, tucked over the front of the seat, her ass presented and her legs spread.

I can’t help but to resume where I left off, sampling her sex, tasting the sweet fruit of her juices and mine. My tongue flattens, plowing from her apex, up across her opening. Higher. Across her star, puckered in surprised reflex.

The tip of my tongue twirls, her rear entrance relaxes. Enough to slip a finger inside.

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