Page 85 of Changeling
He flushes and shakes his head. “No, Dominus.”
Good, because I’ve already settled on what I want, but he should know… “If you ever want to, you can. Just tell me, and I’ll be at your service.”
His pupils widen. Black nearly eclipses amber.
“But not tonight.”
“Not tonight,” he whispers.
I use the oil to massage the hard length of his shaft, root to tip, then climb over him and straddle his hips. My tail curls around his ankle. Reaching behind, I slick myself next. My body is made for sex. I need no elaborate preparation, no stretching or relaxing. I can take him easily with just the oil.
Sebastian’s jaw hangs open as he realizes what’s about to happen. I capture the image and lock it into my mind for later. I won’t forget a single second of his response at being taken this way. His hands find my thighs and squeeze.
“Have you done this before?” I ask as I align his cock to my entrance.
Words escape him, but he shakes his head.
“I want you. Like this.” I press his tip against my heated flesh for emphasis. “May I?”
He blinks. His grip on my legs says yes, but I want permission in words. One word will do.
“Stars, yes,” he answers, voice breathy.
I sink, taking him all in one go until my weight settles on his hips and a loud moan comes from his mouth. Then my name.
“Dominus, oh, Dom, oh god…” he babbles, fingers digging into my skin.
I love it. He feels so good inside me, filling me, the heat of him, the tantalizing stretch of my rim, the slow slide as I rock my hips. All of it. Delicious. Ardor dances in the air around us, and I feed off its decadent energy like a starving man at a yule feast.
I cover his hands with mine and move in earnest. Someday, we will do this slowly. I’ll draw out the pleasure for him, tease him until he sings, begging me for release. But not this time. I need him too badly to slow down.
Sebastian is whimpering in time with the rocking of my hips, little sounds, a stream of them, each sweeter than the last. Oh, how I adore him.
He tugs one hand free and grasps my cock, and I let him, though I don’t need the extra stimulation to come. I’m close already with just the pressure of him against the sensitive nub inside me. That’s all I need, but his questing fingers pulling my foreskin back feel glorious. He swirls the liquid from my slit in little circles around my crown, then switches to a firm grip and strokes.
Yes.“Again,” I order. Or beg. I don’t know which. I’m happy to do either. My tail clings fiercely to his ankle, making sure we keep him right where we want him. Not that he’s going anywhere. He looks as euphoric as I feel.
Sebastian sucks his lower lip into his mouth. I love it when he does that. His eyes have gone impossibly dark. His breath huffs in pants. I take in his beauty as I take in his cock and relish each sensation.
Mine.
“You’re going to come inside me,” I tell him. The expression on his face? Stunned, blissful, radiant. “Are you ready?”
He nods with enthusiasm, matching my pace with his fist around my cock as I slam into him faster. I want everything he has to give: his passions, his cries, his seed as it spills into my ass.
He convulses beneath me, hips pumping as his peak takes him prisoner. Eyes rolling back, his head tossed to the side, he’s a picture of eroticism. I watch for as long as I can until I’m coming too, coating his belly and chest with my spend, writhing atop him like a wild banshee.
I need his mouth more than I need air. Collapsing forward, I take his lips and kiss him while we’re still in the throes of bliss. He’s quaking. His tongue meets mine with needy swipes. I let him suck it into his mouth as I feed off his climax, filling my belly to the brim.
We sigh and shiver, him wrapping his arms tight around my back, me holding him against my chest. Our breath returns to us. My heart beats against his.
Thump, thump. Thump, thump.
I relish this tender moment, treasuring it, for I know this wasn’t guaranteed. I could have scared him off. I nearly let him go. Came so close to losing him altogether. A wave of grateful warmth ripples up my spine as I gather him close and gently roll us onto our sides. He slips from my body, and though I mourn the loss, this is nice too, Sebastian all pliant and loose, tucked against me, skin hot and sweaty. I nuzzle his nose with mine. My tail coils around his waist.
Sebastian wets his lips. “That was…that was…”
“Marvelous?” I suggest. “Outstanding? Tremendous? Perfect unmitigated pleasure?”
