29. Sione
Chapter 29
Sione
I love her like this.
I love her every way, always, but like this—pliable, hazy-eyed, and lost in this moment—is when my beautiful girl shines as bright as a perigee syzygy.
“Look at us.”
She lifts her head and gazes down to where our bodies connect.
The black ink adorning my dick disappears each time I’m sheathed inside her. When I pull out, her pussy clings and stretches around me as if it can’t bear to be without the connection for a single moment. I’m mesmerized by the sight of our joining, so full of emotion I worry I’ll choke on it, just as I’m honored by the sanctity of what this encounter means.
The others asked me to go first.
They wanted me to have this—to fully participate in a way that most aligns with who I am and how my sexuality presents—so that we could all contribute to this experience.
It’s not lost on me what going first signifies.
I was the last to meet Hunter. The last to arrive in her life, and the last to join the cohort. It’s unlikely I’ll ever fully weave the sexual and romantic parts of myself with the others in this group.
Yet they asked me to go first.
She lies on her back, arms wrapped around my neck as I roll my hips, connecting us over and over again.
“You feel so good, Si,” she praises. “You make me feel so good.”
Tears gather in her eyes as she regards me, biting her lip, watching and waiting and expecting so much. I want to give her everything. Doing so is a privilege I’ll cherish forevermore.
I’m first.
It’s an honor and a responsibility.
“I’m close, Mahina. I’m going to unload as deep as I can reach. I’m going to offer you my seed, and I want you to take it all. Can you do that for me?”
With a shuddering exhale, she nods.
I hold myself in plank position with one arm braced near her head, then caress her torso with my free hand. My fingertips find her clit with ease; my body knows every inch of who she is and what she desires. Gently, lovingly, I rub.
Little circles that match my thrusts to start.
As I pick up my pace, I increase the intensity and press into her most sensitive pleasure point, clenching my thighs to stave off my own release until she’s right there with me.
“I’m ready.” She sighs, blinking so her tears fall down her rosy cheeks.
“Come with me,” I murmur, rubbing and thrusting and allowing all the primal, carnal urges of my third eye to guide us both to orgasm.
She spasms and whimpers.
I tense, peak, then unload.
Each pulse of my cock is timed perfectly with the clenching of her pussy.
Her body hungrily, greedily, willingly welcomes my seed.
I was first.
She’s my forever.
Regardless of the outcome of tonight, I’ll never forget this moment and what it signifies for me within this group.
As we come down, I bow my head low, kiss the moisture from each cheek, and seal my lips over hers in a sensual, worshipful kiss.