Chapter 16 #2
He pushed a little deeper, and I groaned as his cock dragged across the spot he’d been teasing inside me. Deeper still, and my vision went white, pain and pleasure melding together into that floating place Sky had taught me about, the one only Sky knew I could reach.
At last, he was buried to the hilt, his hips tight against my ass, and he held still, his hands on my thighs, his breath ragged as he let me feel what it was like to have him in me, a hot intrusion of him inside my body, filling a space I had not known was empty.
“Okay?” he asked.
“I need a moment.”
“Take all the time you need, sweetheart.”
He waited. His thumbs traced circles on my thighs while my body adjusted, and when my breathing steadied and my muscles unclenched, he rocked his hips, one shallow thrust that sent a bolt of sensation through my entire body.
“More,” I said. “Please, Daddy. Shit, no I didn’t mean to say Daddy.”
“Sure you didn’t, baby.” He pulled back, a slow drag against my hole, leaving me nearly empty before he drove forward again and reminded me what it was to be full of him.
He took his time, fucking me in slow, deep thrusts that built a rhythm against that spot inside me, the one that made my vision go white at the edges.
My cock was hard against my stomach, leaking, and I reached for it, but Sky batted my hand away.
“Not yet. I have plans for that.”
And then he did something I would not have believed possible if I had not been watching it happen.
He folded forward. His hips never stopped moving, and he wrapped his hand around the base of my shaft and his lips around the head. While he was inside me.
I suppose there were advantages to his size that I had not yet considered.
He sucked, and his cock thrust into me at the same time, and the sensation of it, filled from below while devoured from above, scattered every rational thought I had ever had.
I braced myself against the headboard and the wood creaked under my hands.
Sky was folded between my legs, his mouth working my cock with a wet, messy enthusiasm while his hips drove into me with the controlled precision of a man whose body had been trained to do impossible things, and I was making sounds that would have mortified me in any other context, but at present they were all my voice would do.
“Sky, oh gods. I cannot. This is. I have written — I have never—”
He moaned around my cock, the vibration combining with a particularly deep thrust, and the world telescoped down to his cock inside me and his mouth around me.
The pleasure wasn’t in either location but in the connection between them, a line of fire drawn from my ass to my cock and straight through the center of my chest.
“I am going to—” I whimpered.
He sucked harder. His hips snapped forward. And I came with a shout that rattled the windowpanes, my cock pulsing between his lips, my body clenching around him. The orgasm hit from both directions at once, met in the middle, and obliterated every thought in my head.
Sky pulled his mouth off my cock and buried himself deep, shoving my legs higher and wider, until I was folded nearly in half beneath him.
He leaned over me, his thrusts going wild as he reached for my horns, using them as leverage to slam into me hard and fast even as his body communicated with my trolgar, sharing every goddamn thing he was feeling: the tightness of my hole, the taste of my cum, the intense need to claim me as his.
“Daddy. Oh fuck, fuck me, Daddy,” I choked, held at the edge, the trolgar keeping me exactly where he wanted me. He swore, thrusts going ragged, teeth digging into my shoulder, barely holding on.
Then he ground in deep and moaned, and the vibration ran through him and into me and settled somewhere behind my ribs like a second heartbeat, the heat of his release finding a home deep inside me, marking me somewhere I’d never been marked.
And the moment his climax poured through the trolgar, it let me go.
Another orgasm, an aftershock, shook me to the core, my inner walls fluttering around his shaft as I whimpered at the thought of being full of him, of carrying his cum around with me all day.
Was I his now? It felt like I might be.
My legs slid down, and he collapsed forward onto my chest. His body was slick with sweat and bath water, and he was shaking, his breathing ragged against my collarbone.
“How was that?” He sounded smug. He knew how it was.
“It was better than anything I have written. I am retiring from literature,” I said. “There is no point continuing. I will never accurately describe what the orgasms you give me feel like.”
He laughed against my chest, and the sound of it, warm and wrecked, sank into me and took root. “I believe in you, Moerrven. You can do it.”
We lay there. His cock softened inside me, and when he slipped out gently, the sensation of emptiness was immediate and surprising. I had not realized how full I had felt until the fullness was gone.
“I didn’t know,” I said, after some time. “I genuinely did not know.”
“Didn’t know what?”
“That being filled could feel like that. That giving my body over to someone in that way would be—” I searched for the word. I had millions of them. None were adequate. “Necessary. It felt necessary, as though I had been missing it without knowing.”
Sky propped himself up on one elbow and looked down at me, and his expression was soft and unguarded.
“That’s because you were,” he said.
He kissed my forehead. Then my nose. Then my mouth, gently, and I held him against me and tugged the blankets over us both.