Page 41 of Coral Prince Conundrum
Kaluluwa. A true life partner.
Before the disappointment can rend my soul, my attention is pulled to the room. There’s movement from the bedroom, where Daryl is supposed to be sleeping. I don’t even sit upright before a figure appears before me.
“Daryl?” I ask in a soft voice. Even in the soft moonlight, I can see it’s him, standing by my couch.
He says nothing, so I sit up. He gently cranes down toward me. “Daryl, is everything alright? What is the matter? Can…I…?” My words gradually slow as he moves his face closer to me. All of my thoughts die out when he puts his mouth on mine. I breathe in Daryl’s scent as we share a breath. With no words, he’s rendered me frozen, wrapped in his perfect kiss.
The next few moments are a blur as this midnight kiss ramps up in intensity. I push the blanket off and lean back. He begins to straddle me on the couch, his lips never leaving mine. Our tongues enter play, and a soft moan escapes—from his mouth or mine, I’m not sure.
All I know is our few clothing items are entirely too much. My hands crawl underneath his white shirt, caressing that warm skin. Feeling his muscled back has my pulse racing in record time, and in seconds, we’re both hard.
“Mm…clothes…off,” he whimpers between kisses. I grin at his lack of grammar. He pulls off for a moment so we can both get situated. Our undergarments are gone, and he leads me to lie down across the couch again. His body encompasses mine, and we kiss again.
This. This feels so right. I don’t care about rules, or being a prince, or the fact that we come from different worlds. In thismoment, we’re perfectly intertwined, kissing slowly in the dark of the night. With no words, Daryl has shown me what it means to be alive.
And down below, our bodies are displaying so much more. He’s hard against my hip, as am I, and we’re both leaking with need. I pull off from his kiss and gaze at him. Even in the dark and no matter where I was, I would recognize his silhouette and his scent. Before I can ask how he wants to be intimate, he leans in and kisses my neck.
I moan as he mouths the sensitive skin there and moves downward. The sensual feel of his soft lips has my hips bucking of their own accord. But that’s nothing compared to when he clamps his mouth on my nipple.
“Oh, fuck!” I shout, loud enough to wake the manta rays in the ocean. I put my fist to my mouth when he licks the other pectoral.
“Shh,” he whispers. “Just relax and enjoy.” He kisses down my abdomen. “Let me worship you, my Coral Prince.”
Hearing him say that has my heart lighting up like jellyfish during migration season. I know where he’s going, and I want to tell him to slow down, that we can both have that pleasure together. When he tongues my balls, the ability to speak fizzles from my mind. I’m too deeply in lust to slow things down, and Daryl doesn’t seem to want that either.
He grasps my aching cock, and my toes curl. He licks up my balls, and I get harder. I bite down on my fist again, trying to be as quiet as possible. But no, if he keeps this up, all of the seven seas will hear us making love.
And soon, that’s what he’s doing?his mouth is making love to my hardness. Daryl strokes me while swirling his tongue around my cockhead. I thrust on instinct, unable to abstain any longer, and he growls in delight. Then, my entire manhood is inhis wanting mouth. He takes me to the back of his throat with ease, sending shockwaves of pleasure up and down my spine.
“Mmph!” I whine, jaw clamping on the back of my hand. My eyes are shut, and my left hand grips the couch. It feels like I’m being swept away by the strongest tempest in the ocean. Daryl’s mouth is silky soft and so wet. I feel no teeth, only suction, alternating between languid and gentle, and hard and fast. He fondles my balls with his long fingers, and I take rapid breaths through my nose.
He sucks and sucks, the slick sounds of his beautiful mouth filling the room. I want to live in this moment forever. I want Daryl to stay with me, and we can swap blowjobs every night for eternity. No, this is more than simply oral sex. The technique, in which his tongue trails up and down and then he swallows me completely, is something else.
It’s cock worship. Daryl makes me feel more than royal. With him, I am the only man on Earth.
His tender stroking of my sack should alert him to my balls rising up. As a man, he must know what’s about to occur. I’m almost embarrassed at how quickly he’s gotten me here, but I’m too preoccupied to be self-conscious. That lightning begins to course from my toes and my scalp down to the epicenter between my hips. I thrust against him, and he doesn’t even gag.
I move my hand only to whisper, “Daryl…I am going to…going to explode.”
I bite my wrist again, and he doesn’t stop. Instead, he moans in delight and doubles his efforts. The obscene slurping noises make my orgasm barrel forth faster.Here I come…
“Mmph!” I yelp into my skin. With that, I’m fucking up to his mouth, unleashing my essence into him. He moans again in approval as he swallows my seed. Meanwhile, every cell on my body is on fire. I fly through the heavens, then come back downto the Coral Kingdom, all because of this beautiful man below me.
I swear, it’s almost as if Daryl Tishman invented sex.
As I slowly regain consciousness, I feel him move on the couch. He’s on his knees straddling me. When I open my eyes, he’s gazing down with heat. He’s stroking rapidly, and I want to help him.
“Yes, Daryl,” I croak. I reach my hands up and tweak his nipples.
“Oh…ooohhhhfucccccck.” His voice rises as one swear word is prolonged from his lips. Then, he tilts his head back.
“Do it,” I whisper.
“Fuh…fuccckkkk.” When he snaps his head back down, his abs bulge in an incredible way. I can almost see his semen rising up from deep within. Two seconds later, I’m rewarded with his orgasm blasting all over me. It reaches my neck and chest, then rains down on my abs.
I grin in satisfaction. I’ve never been on the receiving end like this before. Daryl has marked me, like a feral beast, in a glorious moment I won’t soon forget. I want him to claim me again and again.Perhaps I am already his.
Five minutes later, I clean both of us up with wet towels from the bathroom. Without saying a word, Daryl guides me to the bed. I lie with him and wrap myself around his body. My heart swells, and I kiss the back of his head. He holds me close, like he never wants to let go. As I rapidly drift into slumber, I consider that perhaps I shouldn’t let him go either.
