11. Sirin #2
''Oh,'' she teased, drawing out the word.
''Who's blushing now? You got your turn, so now it's my turn to explore, sir.
'' She pushed him onto his back. He groaned and closed his eyes before looking down at her with such tortured anticipation that it stung her heart.
Sirin tenderly trailed her hands down his thick torso, savoring the tantalizing sight of him.
Berne was solid in every sense of the word, thick and long and weeping with arousal.
She dragged her fingers through the tight white curls that wreathed his swollen length, before trailing her fingers over the silky skin. The vulnerability of the moment struck her, the texture of his skin speaking of something worth earning and cherishing.
Her arousal sat heavily between her thighs, but more powerful was the familiar feeling of curiosity driving her toward discovery.
A deep desire, a need, to map him out. To immerse herself in the feel and touch and smell and taste of him.
She gripped his length, pulling back his foreskin to reveal the glistening, maroon head.
Berne hissed in pleasure, and Sirin savored the sound as it sizzled through her.
His wetness called to her, and she allowed herself the luxury of lapping the beads seeping from his slit.
She rubbed the softness of his length along her cheeks and chin, enjoying his heat and the slide of his arousal on her face.
Further, Sirin mused, she loved his tortured look, eyes screwed shut as he tried not to move.
She gripped him firmly around the base of his cock and gave a solid squeeze.
Berne's hips bucked, his control slipping.
She smiled smugly, savoring the feeling of power as she watched him writhe beneath her.
Berne panted as she pulled upwards on his shaft to cover his head, his foreskin begging to be tasted.
She bent and sucked it into her mouth, enjoying its softness and extensibility.
She slipped her tongue between foreskin and glans, and he released a surprised grunt.
Sirin giggled and retracted his skin, circling his head with her tongue.
''Sirin—'' he called, voice taut with tension.
''Mmmm?'' she hummed.
''I don't know how long I can—it's been a while and I just don't ken how long I can last if you keep—'' he gasped as she sucked hard on his head, taking as much of his length into her mouth as she could.
She dragged her tongue along the underside of his cock, caressing the thick vein he had there.
Sirin increased her suction and came off the top of his head with a pop before wiping a thick string of viscous liquid off of her bottom lip.
''Too much?'' She smirked.
''Just a bit. I am trying to let you play, woman. But I think you are determined to kill me instead,'' he whined, hips fucking into her hand. ''I am trying to let you have your fun, but we might have to come back to this.''
''Oh?'' She lowered her head to lick him from base to tip, never looking away from his strained face. ''I simply thought if we were exploring then—'' She cut off and giggled as he surged up to flip her onto her back.
''I am telling you, wife, I can't take much more, and I'm trying real hard to be impressive.'' He nuzzled between her breasts and ran a hand along her slit. ''Now, unless you have objections, I'm going to fill this pretty pussy, and you can return to your special brand of torture later.''
''Well, I suppose,'' Sirin said with feigned annoyance.
''You'll find I don't take kindly to interruptions in my research, and I was finding you to be such an interesting subject.
But, I suppose, as long as it promises to be diverting…
'' Sirin raised her eyebrows at him, her breath catching as he fit his length along her slit.
''Diverting? Aye, I'll show you diverting,'' he taunted back, his grin wicked. Berne slid himself along her folds, gliding along her clit, and coated his cock in her slickness. Sirin moaned and he kissed her deeply, the taste of her own arousal lingering on his tongue, tart and earthy.
Finally, Berne notched his blunt head at her entrance and pressed firmly inside, slow despite her slickness.
He worked himself deeper with shallow thrusts, opening her wide, molding her channel until he filled her, until his pelvis ground against her own.
He tipped his forehead to hers and they froze, panting.
Sirin wrapped her legs around his waist, pressing into his back and grinding her cunt against him.
''Berne,'' she gasped, feeling his hardness jump inside her.
''You're everywhere!'' And he was. Like she'd been made for him, or he for her, they fit and locked together.
Two pieces of a puzzle finally reunited.
It was too much, too perfect. She was raw before him, overcome by the overwhelming, consuming.
No, that was ridiculous. One did not fall in love in a day. They just didn't; it was categorically impossible. But yet, there was something. A seed, a spark she'd never felt. A connection that could easily grow into love.
Sirin stared into his deep blue eyes, terrified and overjoyed and unmoored and so, so relieved. This was a person she could love, who could love her. He looked at her with such sincere adoration. Had cracked her open so completely before him that her every nerve felt on fire with the feel of him.
With slow, deliberate relentlessness, he withdrew and drove into her again, his rhythm teasing and torturous.
She whined, and the sound seemed to release something within him.
Berne growled and rose on his knees, pulling her onto his lap.
The change made it so he was deeper, and she gasped as she canted her hips against his.
Sirin's inner walls throbbed, her world narrowing to where he entered her, where his hands clutched her thighs, his heavy-lidded gaze captivating her.
He released one of his hands to caress her belly and pressed his large thumb over her clit.
The fire raging in her cunt shot up and ricocheted in her brain, her orgasm making her cry out as her muscles clenched around him.
She fell off the precipice of her pleasure, tingling with ecstasy, toes curled and back arched.
Vaguely, she was aware when Berne lost all semblance of composure as she came, roaring and pumping into her before rising onto his knees and holding her firmly against him as he came. As he came down from his orgasm, he pumped a few more times and rubbed her thighs.
He let her legs fall to the bed and she wiped her hair away from her eyes.
Berne shivered and lay over her, burrowing into her neck and kissing it gently.
They lay quietly, running their hands over one another and soaking in the moment as their breaths calmed.
After a pause, Berne looked around the room before he chuckled and buried his head in her shoulder, laughing.
''What?'' Sirin asked, suddenly self-conscious. Had that not been as good for him as it had for her?