Chapter 35 #2
His hand continues its maddening rhythm until he lets his cock rub against mine.
We’re so different, but so right together, and as he strokes our dicks at the same time, it’s so damn perfect that it almost hurts.
It’s so different from when he first did this, when I was so unsure, so unwilling, and now there’s nothing I want more.
“You ready?” he asks.
I nod, lying.
I’m not. We both know it. But we also know I need this. We know that I want this, and that I’ll do everything I can to make this happen.
“We don't have to rush this,” he murmurs. “We have time.”
But I shake my head, my hands sliding up his arms to cup his face. “I need you,” I whisper. “Please, Lorien. I need to feel you.”
He studies me for a long moment, his golden eyes intense. Then, slowly, he nods. “Alright,” he says softly. “But we go slow. And if you need to stop—”
“I know,” I interrupt. “I'll tell you.”
Lorien's lips quirk into a small smile.
“Good boy,” he murmurs, before capturing my mouth in a deep, slow kiss.
His cock rolls over me and I adjust myself, doing everything I can to make this easier for him. His dick is leaking precum and I watch as he teases himself, making sure he’s slick with precum before he presses against me.
Lorien's eyes lock onto mine as he slowly pushes forward. I gasp, my body tensing at the intrusion, but he doesn't stop. He moves with agonizing slowness, giving me time to adjust, his gaze never leaving my face.
“Breathe, Jude,” he murmurs, his voice strained. “Just breathe.”
I nod, forcing myself to take deep breaths as he continues to press into me. The stretch burns, a mix of pleasure and pain that has me digging my fingers into his shoulders. But beneath it all, there's a rightness to this, a sense of completion I've never felt before.
When he's fully seated inside me, Lorien stills, his forehead resting against mine. We're both panting, our bodies trembling with the effort of restraint.
“You feel incredible,” Lorien breathes, his voice raw with emotion. “So perfect.”
And then he moves.
Fuck, does he move.
Every thrust is slow but brutal and with every one the burn fades, replaced by a pleasure so intense it steals my breath.
His hips roll against mine, slow and deliberate, and my legs wrap around his waist, pulling him closer.
I arch into him, meeting each of his movements, silently begging for more.
He understands without words. His pace quickens, his thrusts becoming deeper, more purposeful. The room fills with the sound of our ragged breathing, skin against skin, and the low, primal growls rumbling in Lorien's chest.
“Lorien,” I gasp, my nails raking down his back. “Please...”
The magic inside me surges with each thrust, intertwining with the pleasure coursing through my veins. It no longer feels like a separate entity, but a part of me, enhancing every sensation. I feel alive, electric, as if my very skin is humming with power. With what we are together.
With the safe and certain knowledge that this is right.
That we are right.
Lorien’s straining too, his muscles rippling as he holds back, trying to ignore whatever pleasure is coursing through him. He needs this as much as I do and neither of us wants this to end. We were driven apart, and we might still be, but here and now, we’re together and I want only him.
His cock slides in and out of my ass and I groan as every thrust hits the perfect spot. He’s so damn big and so damn skilled that it’s impossible to ignore the arousal pulsing through me, and my fingers grip the sheets, doing anything and everything I can to hold back my rapidly building climax.
The heat burning through me is undeniable and inextinguishable, a fire so fierce that it feels as if I’d burn alive in his flames, consumed by the yearning to be closer, to feel that scorch deep inside me.
Every nerve, every inch of my skin, every section of my soul is alight with arousal and I stare up at Lorien and surrender.
“You’re so damn perfect,” he rasps.
“I know,” I whisper, my lips brushing against his, “and we’re going to make sure you never forget it.”
His movements turn frantic and his rhythm becomes unhinged. He’s as lost as I am, swept away in a current neither of us can control. We’re both drowning in this need, desperate to be consumed by it, to burn together until there’s nothing left but the ashes of what we once were.
He fists my dick, and I can’t control the excitement rippling through me. My muscles tighten and relax, my core contracting as my balls tighten and my eyes plead with Lorien’s for release. He’s breathing hard, rasping as he snatches air, chasing his own orgasm.
His groans deepen and I cry out as his cock swells inside me and my orgasm breaks.
I’m consumed with pleasure, burning in the heady fires of arousal and ecstasy, unable to do anything more than allow myself to breathe.
My vision blurs, the colors explode, and scream, lost in a delirium I never want to escape from.
I gasp as I pant, and Lorien lowers his forehead onto my chest.
He’s come too, and I was so lost in my orgasm that I missed his, and now we’re both suspended in that moment, caught between exhaustion and the aftershocks of what we’ve just shared, trying to catch our breath, our hearts still racing in sync.
“I…”
Lorien’s golden eyes flick up and they burn with a fierce intensity that could sear me alive with a single glance. He knows what I’m trying to say, as he always knows what I’m thinking, like he’s inside the quietest corners of my mind, anticipating every breath.
His gaze deepens, and something dangerous flickers within him, as if he’s daring me to speak, to surrender whatever restraint I have left.
“I do.”
My voice is barely a whisper, but it could destroy continents with the force of its emotion. The space between us crackles, electric with everything left unspoken, everything we’ve held back.
I don’t need to say more, because he’s heard it all in those two fragile words.
But I want to.
I want to lay every thought bare, to let him see every piece of me I’ve kept hidden, but the fear of what might happen holds me back.
He’s already so close, too close, and yet I can’t stop the words from hovering on the edge of my tongue, trembling with the promise of what we could become, and what we could create together if I finally let go.
“I love you.”
Lorien’s eyes soften, his breath catching, and for a moment the world outside the moment vanishes and my darkness is obliterated by his light.
And then, with the faintest of smiles, he whispers back, “I know. And I’m never letting you forget it.”