His shadows writhe, and suddenly he is naked too. My hands reach out eagerly, greedily. I explore him. Beneath the shadows he is warm, his skin is softer than silk. I can feelmuscles, biceps and abs. Defined like a dancer, or a sword fighter, I guess. A toned, lean body.
He’s so frigging hot. The hottest man who has ever lived.
And he is in my bed. This is astonishing.
His hands are running all over me, as hungrily as mine are groping him.
I gasp as his palm skims over the skin of my inner thigh. My hips rise, offering. My legs are already spread in invitation.
His hand drifts higher. A lingering caress over my hole.
His lips pull away from mine. I pant breathlessly, head spinning.
“Is this okay?” he rumbles.
I nearly cry out an immediate and enthusiastic yes. But I restrain myself. Do a lightning quick calculation involving when I last ate, how long ago I showered, and what my body is telling me.
“Yes!” I exhale, with far more enthusiasm than is warranted. But I don’t care.
“There’s lube in the drawer,” I add, gesturing vaguely in the direction of the bedside cabinet.
Oh hells. Please don’t tell me I’m going to have to explain lube. I really doubt it’s been covered by daytime TV.
Dis retrieves the lube. Flips the lid. Smears it over two of his fingers.
Oh thank fuck. He understands how lube works. Praise be the horny gods. I will be eternally grateful for this blessing.
His lips descend on mine. Devouring me in another kiss. I whimper and kiss him back with everything I have.
A finger traces gently around my hole. Teasing the rim. I moan into his mouth.
He eases inside me, softly, easily. My lungs stutter. Lights spark in my brain. My cock swells, tight and heavy.
One finger becomes two. He opens me carefully, tenderly, reverently. Soft, sweet, gentle touches and movements that drive me wild.
My body is writhing. My cock is leaking. Moans are spilling breathlessly out of me, into our kiss.
I yank my lips away.
“I’m ready! So ready!”
Not my most coherent sentence, but it gets the point across.
Dis swirls. His fingers leave me. He looms over me, blue eyes blazing brightly.
The tip of his silken cock notches against my hole.
He pauses.
“Is this okay?”
There is no calculation this time. Nothing to ponder. There will be no regrets, this is a truth I can feel in my soul.
“Very!” I nod enthusiastically.
He holds my gaze. Around us, shadows coil and twist like smoke dancing around flames.
His eyes deepen from sapphire to cobalt.
