Page 90 of Poseidon's Island Flower

This woman had taken my desires and handed them to me on a silver platter. She touched me in ways I never thought a woman would and made my body experience real pleasure for the first time.

Now, she was straddling me, her slit hovering over my cock with just shreds of material separating us. Fates, I wanted her so badly, but no words escaped me.

I swallowed; I could feel the spit in my throat rise and fall multiple times before it descended. Her hair floated calmly around her shoulders, her eyes full of determination.

What did she plan to do?

I hadn’t like surprises, for thousands of years, I hid from them. But when Lani gave me surprises, they were the best kind.

My Flower slid her hands up my bare chest, her fingers fiddling with my shell adornments. She wet her lips, as she continued to rub my body like it was the first time touching me.

“Little Poseidon, I asked you a question,” she sang.

I hummed in acknowledgement, my hands staying firmly planted on her backside. I loved it when she called me that. It was like she was telling me she was in control, and she would take care of me.

Now, how was I supposed to talk with this goddess on my lap?

And she would be a goddess, very soon. But she had yet to bring up anything from the dinner nights ago. She was thinking, I knew she was, and I didn’t want to pressure her.

She wasn’t thinking of rejecting it, was she?

“Poseidon,” she sang again. “How should I fix this predicament we’re in?” Her hands slid down my chest and unbuckled the medallion that kept my wrap on my hips.

I sighed with trepidation at the click of the metal.

We had spent nights with each other, our mouths on each other’s bodies, but it still felt like the first time all over again. I continued to think of other things to keep my cock from exploding onto my mate’s stomach.

She unwrapped me like a present and gripped my appendage without hesitation. She squeezed it tightly, precum dribbling on her hand.

“Well, if you aren’t going to talk, I guess I’ll have to,” she said, taking a long slow stroke.

I groaned, my eyes rolling into the back of my head.

“I haven’t told you how thick you are, it's quite possibly the thickest cock I’ve ever seen. I particularly like these copious veins; I can’t wait to see how they feel inside me.” She cupped my balls, fondling them with her warm hand. “And these balls, by far the heaviest.”

I gripped into her backside, and she let out a hiss as I dug my nails into her skin. I liked the praise, I wanted it, craved for her to completely take over so I didn’t have to worry.

“It makes me wet just looking at it. It makes me very curious to see if it will fit.”

My lips parted. My mind racing with images of what I would love to do to her. Having my cock buried inside her would feel so incredibly nice.

“I’m not even touching myself and I can tell how drenched my pussy already is. Here, why don’t you feel?”

Lani grabbed my hand and guided it up her skirt. My finger traced the inner part of her thigh, and she was positively soaked already. I inhaled sharply, and her smile widened. “You see what you do to me?” She purred. “And it isn’t this big cock that makes me feel this way. It's who you are.”

I looked into her eyes. They weren’t filled with just lust, but another emotion I couldn't decipher. It was soft, understanding, and I swore I could see through to her soul.

I felt like she loved me.

And Fates, I hoped she did because I loved her.

She let go of my shaft and caressed my face. “You mean everything to me,” she whispered. “I know you have a hard time expressing that, so I want to show you how much you mean to me.”

Her arousal permeated the air, and my nostrils flared, taking in her scent. It calmed me, despite my highly heightened aroused state.

“I want you inside me,” she whispered on my lips. “I want to feel you.” Lani unclasped her top, her breasts spilling in front of me. She reached around her waist and unbuckled the metal clasp that held her skirt.

I sighed, gazing at her body.

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