I slide over his length. Each press of his piercings is an electric kiss against my sensitive nerve endings. His dick slips between my lips as I fuck along his shaft. Heat sweeps through me until I'm an inferno.
The cool temperature of his body makes it all the more shocking and stimulating.
Kaison shuts his eyes. “Oh, sweet witchtits.” Muffled between marshmallows and my tit.
I grind at a frenzied rhythm. My brain blanks, replaced by delicious fuzziness. Still, everything in me pulses, demanding more.
The friction of frigid balls has me riding harder, faster, dragging my clit over the bumpy terrain. I claw at his chest, trembling with want.
The scent of sex fills the air, mixed with a metallic tang and the musk of our mingling arousal.
“Oh fuck, are you going to come just from rubbing those pretty pussy lips over my cock?” Kaison sounds pained. As if the truth might kill him.
It might kill me.
My mouth waters, orgasm approaching.
“Fuck yeah, Cinder. Ride it, baby girl. I'm so hard for you.” He licks his lips, one of the only movements he can make while restrained.
Then sharp pebbles of pleasure crash across every nerve ending. I scream and break on him.
Reality eventually cuts through the warm haze soaking my brain. “Have you had the birth control shot?”
“Naturally,” he says, strained.
Thankfully, venereal diseases aren't a thing vampires contract or give. Another way they're superior to beaters. Not that I'd say that out loud.
Well, that's enough foreplay.
I'm so slick, his tip slides in easier and faster than expected.
We both curse, my nails digging into his shoulders. My thighs quiver. Perspiration breaks out over my skin. There's a rushing in my ears, drowning out most sounds as my senses focus on that spot between us.
“Holy fae fucks,” Charming says. “You—you feel?—”
He's at a loss for words.
Oh gods, this is unlike anything I've known.
It's incredible, foreign, cold, and impossible to ignore. I slide down further, inch by inch, allowing each piercing to rasp along my sensitive inner muscles.
Strange, animalistic sounds escape me.
The guys I fuck aren't usually pierced, certainly not like this. The sensation of that ring is out of this world as I slowly envelop his head.
The guys I fuck also don't look at me like he does. Like I'm a goddess. Like he'd happily let me save or slay him.
My feelings of fullness, want, and need are compounded by emotion. Sex has never felt like this. Is this how it's supposed to feel? It's almost too much.
I avoid his intensity, staring over his shoulder.
“Just like that,” he urges breathlessly. When I settle at the hilt, my clit piercing is trapped against his pelvic bone, sending spikes of sensation into clenching inner muscles.
“Fuck,” he hisses. I jerk back.
“Oh shit, sorry.” I remember too late that my silver likely burned him.
“No. Give it to me. Grind on me exactly how you need.” Despite not needing to breathe, he sounds breathless. “I can take it. Please.”
