59. Arnaz
ARNAZ
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A feather caught in the current of sleep and waking pleasure.
A strange quiet stirs me first.
Gone is the noise submerging all other noise.
A warm brush tingles my neck.
I shiver as his voice slinks down my spine.
He made it in safely.
The walls that were pressing in around my throat are pulled back.
Another warm brush passes over my nipples, and then little stings prick down my stomach, making me moan.
“Baby,” I rasp, as a barely there lick tickles the tip of my cock.
I roll my hips, but his mouth is gone.
My thighs are parted, then a wet caress over my rim that feels like my toes sinking into warm sand passes over me.
I drag my eyes open, but the weight of sleep and pent-up need presses them back down.
Warm strokes roll across my rim as he licks the skin in long strokes.
I whimper when it suddenly stops. The anticipation steals my breath.
I suck in a breath as cold slick’s massaged over my rim and then thumbed inside of me.
“Please,” I beg as I’m stretched open, the pace maddeningly slow.
It earns me another finger, but it’s not enough.
“Salem,” I croak.
There’s a husky chuckle as I’m emptied.
I unclasp the sheets, caress the top of his head, and grind my rim across his lips and chin, moaning when his tongue sinks inside me.
I babble guttural pleas as his tongue rotates and reaches deeper. Then his finger’s pressing in, his free arm tightening around my waist, holding me down as he reaches so deep that every curl of his finger spreads hot spasms through my body.
I groan as the pace slows, and more slick is fingered inside of me.
My eyes shoot open a few seconds later when a strip of warmth spreads over my inner thighs.
“Fuck,” I rasp as his naked, uncut cock glistens with lube, the tip already leaking, the metal heads glistening. He’s biting his lower lip as he guides it to my rim. His eyes flicker shut for a few seconds as he spreads his pre-cum over my rim.
“Please,” I beg, making the brown of his eyes recede into dark pools.
I fist the sheets as he starts to push in.
I cry out at the same time he utters, “My god.”
Air traps in my lungs as my body adjusts to the stretch of him.
My next breath is a hiccup.
He stills inside me as he shifts forward until his lips are on my lips, then thrusts slowly.
When he glides out, leaving just the tip and sinks in hard, shocking my body with pain-pleasure, my vision whites out.
He thrusts again, the pulse of pleasure so intense he wraps an arm under my back as an involuntary shudder shifts me toward the headboard.
“C-can’t,” I sputter.
“Hmm?” He kisses my lips.
Can’t be this good raw.
He quickens the pace of his thrusts.
His piercings and the reach and curve of his dick are so intense against my prostate, my nostrils burn.
“I love you,” he rasps, uncurling my fists from the sheets and peppering kisses along my tattoos. “You’re so beautiful.” He kisses down my arm, and I tremble, contracting around him, eliciting a sharp moan.
He leans in and catches my lips with a soft kiss and then a deeper one.
When I suck on his tongue, his hips snap hard.
“Fuck,” I cry out.
“Mhm,” he rasps, fucking me fast and deep.
My moans turn hoarse, scraping out one after another.
“Let me hear you,” he grunts.
He buries his face in my neck, and a sharp pain has my teeth sinking into his shoulder.
We both groan.
His breath against my ear stutters. “Ready…fuck.” He tenses but doesn’t stop pounding into me, making me delirious. Rising, he presses our sweaty foreheads together. “Mmh,” he pants.
I moan as he catches my bottom lip and bites down.
He rubs his tongue over the bruise. “Can I come in my hole?”
“Ungh, fuck.”
“Hmm?”
“Yes,” I sputter as I clench around him.
“Fuuccck.” He stiffens, his head falling back, as a toe-curling grunt fills my ears.
He trembles like every spill of his release sends electric bolts through his body.
“Don’t stop,” I beg when his thrusts turn shallow.
His hand reaches down and massages the stretched skin of my rim as his dick tunnels in and out. My fingers dig into his back, the sensation too much.
“Thought you wanted inside me.”
I groan. The need to come mixed with the mind-bending dick down keeps me peeled to the bed. “I c-can’t,” I choke out.
“You want to?” he asks, peppering a kiss on the side of my lips.
“Yes.” So fucking bad.
“I got you.”
My heart races as he pulls out of me and then reaches for the lube.
Pushing my legs together, he straddles me.
Before he can pour the lube into his hands, I stop him. “Come here.” I tap behind his thighs, and he shuffles up.
Lowering to my tongue, he hisses as I lick, suck, and tongue inside him to work him open. I suck on his balls as my fingers sink into him.
The push of his walls against my fingers sends a rush of adrenaline through me. I finger him until I can’t hold back the need rattling my body.
I groan from soreness as I shift down.
“You okay?” he asks.
“Gonna feel you for a while.”
“Mm,” he murmurs as though that pleases him.
I get to my knees and line up behind him.
I rub my palm down his spine. “I’ll go slow.”
I take my time fingering him open some more before I start pushing in.
The tightness sucks me in. Pins and needles spread under my scalp, and white dots stack behind my eyelids.
He releases a throaty moan.
“Fuccccck, baby,” I groan. “I’m sorry. This is gonna be quick.”
“Quick is good,” he rasps. “Damn, you’re thick.”
I push in further until I’m bottoming out.
I rub his lower back as he winces. “I’m in.”
I clamp down harder on my lip as I rock my hips and tunnel inside of the tightest hole I’ve ever been in.
“You okay?” I ask.
“Yeah,” he pants.
On every drive, I feel his deep grunts in the tremble of my thighs.
I push forward, collapsing on top of him and, digging my fists into the bed, I raise my hips and plunge down.
“Blue,” he moans.
I bend my elbows to lower and kiss the patch of skin next to his nose ring, then along his cheekbone, and over his stubble. “ I love being inside of you.”
“Ngh,” he rasps.
I sink my weight down until there’s no space between us and grind into him.
“Shit,” I slur as I look down at my dick sinking inside him, and his tight heat seizes me.
I hear my cry echoing through the room as the first wave hurtles to the surface.
The world reduces to the squeeze of his warm flesh, milking my cum.
Buzzes and shivers roll in, breaking the rhythm of my hips.