Page 90 of Over the Emerald Valley
Regaining his breath, Solon let out a warm string of laughter as Temaj landed atop him, straddling his hips with a feral grin stretched across his face. Without preamble, he impaled himself on Solon’s shaft and slid down the length of him until his full weight pinned Solon to the ground.
They moaned in tandem. Solon grabbed Temaj’s hips and squeezed.
“Tell me before you come,” ordered Temaj, clenching his muscles around Solon in an intimate massage.
Solon managed to nod before his eyes rolled back into his head from the pleasure.
The way Temaj moved over him, the rhythm of his body, his hands as he leaned back to grasp Solon’s thighs—it all came together to coax euphoria so sweet as to paralyze him under the onslaught.
And Temaj knew it too. His low chuckle indicated he relished this power as much as Solon enjoyed giving it up to him.
Flicking his lids open to watch, Solon nearly lost control too soon. Temaj’s cock, flushed and leaking, bounced with the rocking of his hips, smacking Solon’s abdomen each time he bottomed out.
“I hope you don’t expect me to last,” Solon murmured as he dug his nails into the soft flesh of Temaj’s ass, wringing a pleasured hiss from his lover.
“Not in the slightest, as long as you say when.”
That was a new request, but Solon would do anything Temaj asked of him. So when the zinging pressure built to the point of no return, he cried out, “Gods, now. Going to come. So good.”
Temaj rose off him quick as lightning and fisted his pulsing cock as he burst, spilling his seed over Temaj’s knuckles, onto his belly, in an arc to his chest. So much he thought he’d pass out from the sheer force of it.
Lingering shocks of bliss came and went, his entire body delightfully overstimulated, Temaj’s welcome weight a grounding presence on his thighs. He floated, relaxing as slick fingers gathered his spend from his skin, watching Temaj carefully collect each wayward drop.
Solon’s lips parted as Temaj coated his own cock with his cum and stroked himself, moaning. The obscene picture he made as he slicked himself up sent another shiver of pleasure racing through Solon’s spine, straight to his spent cock.
Temaj lifted his weight. “Roll over. I want to finish inside you.”
And that was his plucky, always full of clever ideas, never running out of glorious surprises. Solon obeyed gladly, turning onto his stomach and offering his backside for Temaj’s satisfaction.
Though Solon didn’t keep himself prepared for this the way Temaj did, their new, immortal bodies were forgiving, and Temaj’s talent for combining pleasure and pain was unrivaled. He didn’t waste time carefully fingering Solon open, but he eased in slowly, keeping the burn to a minimum as the delight of the stretch became Solon’s primary focus.
With his whole body already oversensitive, the pressing intrusion brought along a tender awareness to every nerve ending as Temaj slid deep. A groan rose in his throat and passed through his lips with a rush of air.
“That’s it,” Temaj crooned. “Give yourself to me.”
“Yours,” Solon breathed, and it had never been more true than in this moment, at his lover’s mercy. “Take me.”
Temaj didn’t hesitate. His thrusts came rapid and powerful as he draped himself along Solon’s back.
“Drink.” Temaj offered his wrist, flung haphazardly over Solon’s shoulder to his mouth. “Bite me. Penetrate me.”
His words brought a burst of life to Solon’s cock, trapped beneath them and already waking for another round. Mouth watering, he scraped his fangs over the sensitive flesh of Temaj’s forearm and bit deeply into his wrist.
Blood gushed from the wound, and Solon swallowed gratefully. Sweet spice and copper, salty and savory, still warm from Temaj’s earlier efforts.
Temaj mouthed at his spine, kissing each ridge. His thrusts stuttered, erratic. He cried out Solon’s name as he filled him, coming in pulsing spasms that stretched Solon to his limit.
Solon sucked more from the punctures as Temaj collapsed onto his back, nuzzling his cheek against Solon’s skin. He trapped one of Solon’s thighs between his own and squeezed. His tongue darted out to lick a wet patch along Solon’s shoulder.
“You can if you want,” Solon mumbled against his bleeding wrist.
“I don’t really need to.”
“Do it anyway.”
Solon didn’t flinch when Temaj bit him, sinking sharp fangs gently into the meat of the muscle. Temaj might not need to feed, but the urge to bite and the pleasure derived from the blood was reason enough in itself.
They spent a few quiet moments locked in this embrace. Temaj withdrew first, licking and kissing the punctures closed, rubbing his face against Solon’s back.
