Chapter 9 #3
We kept kissing. He kept kneading and slowly venturing deeper between my cheeks until I felt his fingers playfully circle and press into me.
That felt nice in the warm water, and my eyelids fluttered.
I caught the light reflecting off his horns, the condensation making them extra shiny.
He liked me touching them, so I unwound my arms from around his neck and went for it.
I ended up not just holding on to his horns, but stroking up and down them in what was possibly a very lewd way.
It felt good though, the smooth ridges against my hands.
It made his purring all the louder, and even his clicks echoed.
Before long, I was riding his fingers, and everything made sense in an odd and unusual way. In a completely magical way.
It took from that moment to him guiding me to lift my hips so I could start riding his cock for me to understand that part of this was the knowing that set uneasily in my head.
Right now, it aligned with what Inkiri and I were doing, with what he wanted and wanted to give me, which was good in the way breathing or sleeping was good.
Us doing this and responding to each other was like breath and hunger and thirst—something we couldn’t control but instinctively understood.
I smiled. Laughter was like that as well.
I sank deeper into the knowing. I lowered myself onto my mate’s cock and let him take over moving, my head dropping back as I stroked his horns slower, more deliberately.
He looked so frustrated to have lost that friction, and he jerked upward to meet me, which made me gasp and grip his horns tighter.
“Yugano en enki,” he said, then leaned forward to finally lick along my throat and gently nip the skin there.
I relaxed around him, and his slick cock easily went deeper. He purr-groaned when I resumed stroking his beautiful horns. I started moving on top of him.
No one had ever told me that having sex like this was a thigh workout. Not that I had ever talked to anyone about sex that openly. Porn had never mentioned the fitness levels required for this. I felt cheated, my suspension of disbelief scattered to the winds.
It didn’t matter, because Inkiri sensed that I was struggling, and he was ready to pick up the slack, though not how I expected.
He grabbed my hips firmly and thrust into me once, bringing our bodies as close as he possibly could, but then he gently pushed my chest back until I was leaning against his arm around my back. With the other hand, he gripped my cock.
“Look at me, my pretty mate,” he said, and I did.
He started stroking my cock under the water while looking at me as if I were porn.
And not just any random porn, but really good porn, where everyone worked out before coming to set.
High production value porn where everyone was in shape.
Advanced porn. Or… No. I was thinking about porn way too much.
My mate looked at me as if I were some lovingly created fanart of the hottest ship on the internet.
Despite what everyone said about it, I’d gone to Tumblr, and I’d seen some of that art, so I was feeling very flattered.
I’d have blushed, but there was no room for that, not between his hand around me and his cock inside of me.
I was hot in my mate’s eyes, and in this moment, I could only accept that.
I did. I totally succumbed, which led to me totally coming.
My incoherent noises of pleasure echoed, and my orgasm pulled him into his.
His cock pulsed inside of me, and he groaned and purred, then clicked, even as my own screams echoed all around us.
It was physical, but it was also emotional.
He loved me. He loved me, and I was the sexiest thing in any world to him.
I was desperate to kiss him, and I came down just a tad too hard on his lips, which made him click and hold my chin so he could guide me.
“You’re the sexiest thing in the world to me too,” I told him, near breathless.
Inkiri chuckled. “I’m a thing, sadir?”
My eyes widened, and I tensed, then groaned, given that his cock was still inside me. “N-no! You’re just…very sexy.”
“I was teasing, sweet thing.” He cupped the back of my head.
His eyes wandered from my face to my chest, and he looked at where my cock was barely hidden by the water and sagging against his belly in a sad, spent way.
Then he locked eyes with me again. “You are very pretty. I read so many romance poems and beautiful words used to describe one’s lover.
I don’t remember any of them because you are more sublime than all of them combined. ”
I sagged against his chest. “You’re such an overachiever.”
“Yes?”
“Hmm.”
“I think you deserve an overachiever, sadir.”
I didn’t have it in me to argue. He stroked my back, pulled me close, and let me snuggle against his chest. His barb set in then, a small pinch that made me tense slightly before I adjusted.
I tilted up my head to kiss his throat, and he growl-purred, held me, and gave me the best treat: his arms around me, his warmth close, and everything else very far away, at least for a little while.