Chapter 11 Basil
Basil
“You are more perfect than I imagined,” I say, as my eyes trail her exposed body, burning every soft and supple inch of it into my memory.
The scattered light coming in through the window casts dancing shadows on her tender flesh, wonderfully highlighting every bump, nook, and fold. All of which I can’t wait to explore.
Leaning forward, I capture one of her peaked nipples in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive nub, causing her to arch her back as her hand flies above her head, grasping at the pillow underneath.
“Oh, god,” she whimpers, the soft mew making my nether regions twitch.
I let go of her nipple, popping off only long enough to say, “No, dear, just Basil.” I latch back on, sucking and swirling, making her writhe beneath me.
Her hands rise up, clasping onto my horns where they firmly grip before she begins to stroke them in tandem with my sucking action.
I buck against her, needing to feel more of her, as I grow impossibly harder and ache for her heat.
While one hand cups her breast as I suckle, the other slides down her body, squeezing at her soft stomach before continuing down to her slick pussy.
A finger slides between her soaked lips, easily finding her swollen clit.
Circling it, her hips push into my hand, helping to add more pressure where she needs it.
I release her tit. “Tell me what you like,” I say, nipping at the side of her breast before working my way up her chest, clavicle, and finally landing on her kissable lips.
“Firmer,” she says. I comply and add more pressure as I circle her sensitive nub. “That’s good. Yes. Just. Like. That.” Her hips buck into my hand, adding a rhythm that sees her hands gripping harder onto my horns as she uses them for leverage.
“So wet. So beautiful.”
“Keep going.” Her breath becomes more ragged as she searches for her release.
I lean down, placing my mouth beside her ear. “Come for me, Iris.”
“Yes,” she yells, bucking harder into my hand. I retract my nails on my middle and ring fingers, sliding them inside her hot pussy, feeling her clench around them as I rub her clit with my thumb.
“Oh. Fuck. Yes.”
“Scream for me,” I groan, pushing my hips into her leg as she increases the pace. Chasing. Hungry.
Her inner walls clench around my fingers as she screams my name, falling off the edge. “That’s my girl.”
She strokes my horns, sending goosebumps down my back. The horns aren’t overly sensitive, but feeling her touch on them is far more erotic than anything else I can imagine. I can’t say I’ve ever had anyone use them as she has.
I remove my fingers from her slick pussy and bring them to my lips, wiping her cum across them before I kiss her.
The mix of her flavors, from her tongue to her pussy sets me on fire.
Desire floods my senses with an insatiable urge to devour every aspect of her being.
To claim her as mine as much as she has claimed me without her knowing.
I break the kiss to a whine of disappointment, which quickly changes to a moan of appreciation as I climb down her body, planting my face into her wet cunt and licking up the center.
Her lemon scent envelops me as her fluids coat my tongue.
Tasting just as sweet, I lap up her cum like a man deprived of liquid for centuries.
I thought her scent was enough to enrapture me, but it is nothing compared to the taste of her.
It will consume my thoughts every moment of every day.
If I didn’t know it before, I know it now, that the idea of enough will never exist when it comes to Iris.
My tongue plunges into her cunt, hungry and wanting as her hands find my horns again.
Using them as both a guide and leverage, she grinds against my face, directing me to where she needs me most, and like a good student, I listen with rapt attention.
I follow her lead, licking and sucking as I bring her to another orgasm, coating my lips, tongue, and face in all of her.
My hips, as if of their own volition, have taken to humping the bed, working up to my own release.
Not yet, I tell myself, not willing to spill my seed anywhere other than inside her.
“Please. I need you,” she whines from above me.
I rise, wiping my chin across my forearm as I undo my belt with my other hand.
I slide the belt out and wrap it around her hands, gently tying them up above her head and looping them into her headboard, keeping her in place.
I push back, climbing off the bed and standing at the end.
Undoing my pants, I watch her expression change from anticipation to hunger as I drop my trousers and boxers, exposing two hard, throbbing, and thick cocks.
“Holy shit,” she gasps.
Palming the top dick, I stroke it slowly, mesmerized by her gaze and the expressions dancing across her face as she takes it all in.
“You have two dicks. You. Have. Two. Dicks.”
“Yes. It doesn’t matter how many times you say it, it will still be true.”
Her throat bobs as she swallows, and her tongue slips out, slowly licking her lips. I desperately want to fuck her face. To feel her moan around me. But for now, that will need to wait.
“We’ll have to warm you up for the second one, but I hope you know, Iris, that I plan to fuck you senseless. I want you seeing stars as you come all over my cocks. I want you gripping that headboard so hard that you fucking break it. Do you understand me?”
She swallows and nods.
“Tell me. Tell me how much you want me.”
Her eyes dip down to my hand, watching as it languidly slides up and down my cock, spreading the bead of precum over the tip. “F-f-fuck me. Fill me up. Make me drip.”
A growl rumbles in my chest. She has no idea what she’s in for.