Page 29 of Changeling
The glistening beads slide down to collect in the curly silver hair at his base. He strokes himself, and impossibly, his cock swells farther.
I no longer care if I come, so long as he does.
But no, he isn’t leaving me untouched. He pushes my pants low enough to free my shaft, grips it in his giant hand, and slicks me up with the same smooth motion he uses on himself. Paradise in the shape of five slick fingers. My lids flutter, and my eyes roll.
My hands tingle, itching to reach for him, but I know better. My arms stay overhead.
“Good,” he purrs. “Very nice.”
I swallow his praise like I’d like to swallow other parts of him. My cheeks burn hot, neck flushed. If a goofy grin appears on my face, he has only himself to blame.
“Stay still,” he commands, moving over me.
“Yes, Dominus.” My reply is a whisper, but it draws an obvious reaction from him as his lips part and his fist grips me tighter.
I’ll remember that.
I keep still, aching to please him in every way.
He kneels tall astride me. Stars, he’s beautiful. His rippled torso glistens, jewels sparkling.
I don’t know what he’s doing, but I hardly care so long as he doesn’t stop.
He aims his swollen cock down with one hand and holds mine steady with the other. I watch as he swirls his crown over my leaking slit. Such an erotic sight to behold, such an intimate touch.
A tremble I can’t repress shudders through me, and though I struggle to stay still, ultimately, I fail. My hips surge of their own accord, seeking friction, a deeper connection, more of him.
He doesn’t scold me with words, but his gaze holds a warning.
I force myself to settle and take only what he gives. I won’t disappoint him.
Dominus holds us together, tip to tip. My eyes threaten to pop out of my head at this display. He tugs his foreskin over us both, enclosing me in slippery tight heat.
I’m inside him—our heads dueling as he gently fists the delicate skin, stroking us where we’re joined.
I had no idea this was possible. This carnal, rolling pleasure. Our cocks united, a bridge between our bodies.
My balls draw tight. I have to squeeze my eyes shut and think of something else, or I’ll explode.
Above me, a deep, rumbling growl snags my attention. I open my eyes and find an amused glint in his.
“Don’t come yet.” He squeezes us, a tender but insistent reminder to accompany the command.
Stars, this feels amazing. Intense, personal, and powerfully arousing. I manage a pathetic nod. I won’t come. I won’t.
Sweat gathers on my forehead, pearls along my spine.
Dominus resumes stroking, his oil-slick fingers gliding from my shaft to his and back in a sensuous rhythm.
My gaze flickers to the ceiling and that damned seductive mirrored image. Gods!
I clench my hands into fists. My toes curl. I quake beneath his heavy stare.
“I can’t.” The inevitable closes in on me. “I have to. Dominus, please!”
His smile is like a hungry predator that’s cornered its prey at last. I’m shivering as my climax builds, struggling to hold back, afraid to let go lest I be devoured.
“Let me!” I plead.
