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I tried again to reach for his belt but he shook his head. “Save it for the next stop on the tour.”
Before I had a chance to react, he swept me off the countertop and carried me outside to the balcony, deftly managed to push open the door with his elbow.
Out here, we could hear the noises of the party more coherently. It felt like we were doing something naughty, like we could at any moment be caught, though of course we could not be seen.
He set me down near the balcony edge, and I pushed him against the railing, his hands groping to lift my t-shirt while I finally removed his belt and his pants so I could hold what I’d been feeling through the layers of his clothing: his huge member, hard as a rock but far more alive, stirring to the touch as I squeezed and he moaned above me, stretching his neck back in pleasure as I squeezed and rubbed.
He removed my hand from his cock, took it, and led me through to the living room, where he unbuttoned and discarded his shirt, then stood almost nude, watching me, taking in every inch of me.
He practically purred, his voice low and full of desire. “You have an incredible body. I can’t believe you keep it so hidden.”
I smirked. “It’s not a universal opinion.”
He drew in closer, holding me tightly in his grasp as he unclasped my bra and let it fall away to the ground. “It is my opinion, and that makes it universal. You think if I told everyone at this party what to think, they wouldn’t follow suit?”
I smirked as he stroked his hand, and then his tongue, down my body from my neck to my thighs. “You think too highly of yourself.”
Into my skin, he growled the words as he continued to move with his mouth. “Everyone at that party wants to fuck you, Luna. But only I will tonight. You’re mine.”
A thrill ran through my body. “We’ll see about that.”
“We will.” At that, he took my clit with his tongue and lapped and flicked while he pushed three fingers inside my waiting, wanting hole.
I moaned and fell back onto the couch seat. He climbed onto the couch by my feet, continuing to dance his tongue around and around while his fingers thrust and almost filled me. I needed his cock if I wanted to be really full. But he was so deft – guitarist’s hands – that I was helpless just to his mouth and fingers combined. I cried out as an orgasm rippled through me, so intense and unexpected that I was bowled over with the sheer sensation. My legs spasmed around Sylvester’s head and shoulders, but he kept going until I placed my hand on his head, barely able to speak.
“You want more, do you? You want everything?”
“I want everything.” I opened my eyes to see his own devouring every inch of me, the wicked gleam in his expression that told me he wanted everything just as much as I did.
“The final stop on our tour, then.” He rolled off the couch, his cock big and hard and almost impeding his movement.
Then he slid both hands underneath my back and legs and hoisted me into the air, which I was glad for, as I wasn’t sure I could walk after how hard I’d come.
He laid me tenderly on the bed, and sat straddling my hips as he ran his fingers over me like I was a masterpiece he had just painted. I grasped his cock, which was weeping with pre-cum.
Gently, he removed my hand and instead slid between my legs until his dick was rubbing against my groin, teasing the entrance and grinding against my clit. “Are you ready?”
I was ready. “Yes. More than ready.”
His voice was commanding and teasing. “Look at you, so desperate for my cock. Was there ever any doubt you were mine all along?”
Not in that moment, no. I shook my head.
“Good girl.” He pressed his cock against me, and then he entered me, filling every part of me like I’d never been filled before.
I moaned. “Oh my god.”
Sylvester groaned, too. “Oh my god, you’re so tight. Fuck.”
I was still riding the high of my previous orgasm – my body was in ecstasy. It wasn’t going to be difficult to keep me in that state.
He slowly started thrusting in and out of me, pressing a little harder each time and groaning as he was fully swallowed in me. I gasped and writhed, helpless and needy. I pulled him in close for a kiss, and he moaned into my lips, losing all control and speeding up his movements until our moans joined and became one around us, like we were singing together, singing the most natural and ecstatic song.
That feeling was rising again inside me, the one that made my body sing, too.
As I cried out, louder than before, and my body tensed and pulsed as the almighty feeling of pleasure rolled through every part of me, Sylvester groaned and swore and I felt him tense too, inside me, his cock held in place by my strong, contracting muscles, as he swore and groaned and emptied himself into me.
It felt so good that I found myself smiling. And then I laughed, my thighs spasming with the aftereffects of pleasure, my body threatening to push me over the edge yet again.
