Page 139 of Tapeworld Induction

“Well, what are you going to do about it?”

His cheeks warmed as soon as the words escaped him, like he’d said something forbidden. They were still so new to each other, and they hadn’t talked beforehand about each other’s likes and dislikes and boundaries. He simply felt like saying it.

Dylan’s eyes went wide, but it was momentary. Desire quickly turned her features as she pulled her hair into a loose ponytail.

And then she engulfed his erection with her mouth. He turned his half-shut eyes toward the skyscrapers and the zeppelins as she brought a carnival of sensation to him from her kneeling position.

The tension built within him, but before it climbed too high, he touched her shoulder and she paused her motion, looking up at him.

“I want to taste you.”

She smiled and got up, and he moved her onto the bed. She lay on her back, blonde-blue hair loose again and draped around her shoulders and chest, her knees lightly reddened from kneeling on the bare floor.

“Take that off.” He pointed at the bra.

She obliged, teeth sunk into her lower lip. As she bared her breasts, he pulled her shorts and black underwear down with no more than a few jerks, eyes fixed on her chest. Their previous times together were a warm-up for tonight, the confidence between them ready to be explored, to be pushed further.

Now it was his turn to lower onto his knees, skin on the rough concrete. He yanked her closer, his grip on her legs leaving a red mark. She let out a surprised half-shout, half-moan.

He realised he might be acting too brusquely, and his expression softened, silently asking for her approval.

She smiled and gave a quick nod. Then she rested her hand on his head and pushed him down gently.

His mouth touched her, his head nestled between her thighs. He allowed his tongue to explore her freely, two fingers helping him find the way. She held on to him, hand digging into his hair, her legs moving, pushing and pulling him, her moans feeding his erection and his soul.

The pleasure of pleasuring her was filling the void inside him, helping him forget the fear and the danger of what they were about to embark on. He longed to be here forever, making her squirm and writhe, worshipping Dylan the way she deserved to be worshipped.

“Fuck… Yes… YES!”

All of her motion stopped, a loud gasp as she went perfectly still, legs tensed against his head. Her rapid breathing gave way to a slower pace.

His heart swelled.

“Goddess, boy… You know what you’re doing.” She beckoned him to come to her.

His reply was a grin. He moved on top of her, making space for himself between her legs. He was ravenous, hungry for her. Stealing kisses from every inch of her skin within reach, he plunged deep into her. She moaned directly into his ear, hands on his shoulders, as he intensified his movements.

With one final stroke he released himself within her, arms at the sides of her head, all of him stretched on top of all of her, their union bringing him peace.

Then, in silence, he sought refuge, hugging her closer and closer.

A few minutes later, their hunger sated, she rested her head on his shoulder, fingers playing with his chest hair once again.

“We don’t have much time,” she said.

“I know.”

Reality pierced the thin veil of their isolated reality in that cold, sterile room.

“I don’t want to lose you.”

“What did I tell you? I’m your girl, boy. You’re not going to lose me. Ever.”

He wiped the tears off his face.

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Grey Plastic