Page 67 of Poseidon's Island Flower

“Are you saying red?” I pulled away, assessing him. He shook his head, and his breaths came in quick pants. “Then let me take care of you. I can make us both feel good, if you want that.”

He nodded quickly, his flushed face making me smile. I unclipped the medallion, holding his skirt together, revealing his already dry swimsuit.

The less material, the better.

I rubbed my hips along his shaft. He was large, bigger than I’d ever felt. If we ever made it to having sex one day, I knew I was going to be one lucky woman.

“Oh, Poseidon, you’re so big,” I moaned, rubbing my suit along his.

He swallowed heavily, the veins in his neck bulging. I stopped, knowing that he wouldn’t want to finish too soon, and cupped his face. His eyes were closed, clearly concentrating. My lips found his, and I laid soft gentle kisses along his mouth.

“Kiss me, I won’t bite…hard,” I giggled, and he returned the kiss. His mouth parted, and I took one of my hands to undo the top of my suit.

What is he going to do when he sees these? Some men might even say they were too large, but I thought Cy would like them.

The strings of my top fell forward, tickling his chest. He opened his eyes, and I backed away enough for him to look.

His jaw fell open, and his face burned bright red. His hips rocked, seeking my pussy.

“L-Lani?”

I pressed my chest against his.

“Do you like them?” He said something incoherent, and I took it as a “yes.” “I want you to touch them. Give me your hand.” He laid out his hand, and I put his palm on my breast. He gulped, and I watched his Adam’s apple bob.

Cy’s finger brushed my nipple. He watched it pebble and squeezed it tightly. “Don’t you want to taste it?” I asked, as sultrily as I could. I was so excited, it turned me on to no end watching the innocent in eyes be ruined by me.

He glanced at me for confirmation and nodded. “Put it in your mouth,” I ordered him, and he leaned forward and licked around my nipple. I leaned my head back, forcing my breast into his mouth. He moaned, suckling one nipple and gripping the other tightly with his other hand.

“Yes, you’re doing so good,” I moaned, my hips beginning to move on their own. He switched to the other breast, kneading the other as he continued.

“You can bite me, Little Poseidon. Show me you want me.” He gently bit one nipple while pinching the other. My pussy was so wet I could feel my dry swimsuit become saturated. He groaned, his hips moving along with mine.

“You have a big cock, did you know that?” He didn’t answer, and I threaded my fingers through his hair. I gently tugged him away, his lips made a popping sound when he released. “My Little Poseidon, do you like sucking my tits?”

Cy’s eyes stayed half lidded, but they dilated further. “You are doing such a good job, sucking on them. Do you want more?”

“Please,” he whimpered. I bit my lip and let go of his hair. He returned to his ministrations, now his other hand palming my bare ass cheek.

I felt his erection swell. He was so hard. I thought dry humping was meant more for high schoolers, but damn, the heat from his cock was making me act like a cat in heat.

I continued to rub my pussy on his cock. “Ohh, you’re so hard. Do you want me? Do you want to come now?” I asked him. I was already getting close myself, I prayed he was close.

He whimpered, his face resting on my breasts. He gripped my hips at a faster rhythm, silently grunting to himself.

“I’m gonna come, come with me too?” I commanded weakly.

Cy let out a long grunt, and I felt the warmth of his release on my swimsuit. It coated the both of us, while I strung out his name like a silent prayer as I came along with him.

Even my tentacle dildo couldn’t compare to this.

We both panted, Cy’s face still buried in my breasts. I went to pull away, but he tightened his grip, and his mouth went back to my nipple, sucking it gently.

I sighed happily. Both of us were covered in our arousal, but we didn’t care. We both held each other while he rested on my chest.

For a long while, I played with his hair, breathing in his scent. He smelled just like the pillow I wanted to steal so badly from his hotel room.

I pursed my lips. I had my own secrets and now was probably a good time to tell him. I mean, we had just shared something so intimate, and I didn’t want to ruin the moment.

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