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“Oh,” she whimpered. “That feels so good.”
She was helpless in this position with her knees pushed to her chest, she was wholly reliant on him to give her the pleasure she craved.
And he did not disappoint.
He continued to slide against her, using his cock head to scoop the creamy wetness flowing from her entrance to ease his path.
Iris was a wreck by now and his relentless stroking of her clitoris soon sent her crashing into her first orgasm. But he didn’t let up, instead he continued to thrust himself against her spasming flesh, his eyes boring into hers with a feverish intensity that she found herself unable to look away from.
“You’re so fucking beautiful,” he gritted out from between clenched teeth, dropping a hard kiss on her lips, before bringing his head up to stare at her again.
“Oh, oh… oh, Trystan,” she wept, as she came again, and this time was even more intense than the last. Her eyes drifted shut as she mindlessly humped against his hot cock.
“Don’t close your eyes, Iris. Look at me,” he demanded gruffly and she forced herself to refocus, punch drunk and reeling. She was barely able to see straight, but he grunted in satisfaction when she met his eyes again. She lifted a palm to cup his grim, intense, beautiful face reverently… and was fascinated when he fell apart completely at her gentle touch.
His face clenched; it was the only word she could think of to describe the violent jolt of emotion that flickered across that handsome face. And his body went tense and still, as his mouth opened on a silent cry.
He throbbed wildly between her thighs, and Iris felt his cum land in hot streams on her belly, and probably on the hoodie that he’d pushed up to beneath her breasts.
His climax seemed to last for ages, and when his arms finally gave in and he fell to the side, her mound and belly were slick with his seed.
He dragged her hoodie off and tossed it aside. He made an appreciative sound at the sight of her bare breasts and simply stared at them for a long time, before dropping a reverent kiss on each contracted tip. He lifted his head with clear reluctance and tugged his own T-shirt over his head before bunching the garment in his fist and roughly cleaning his cum off her abdomen with it.
“Sorry. I made a huge fucking mess,” he muttered, sounding self-conscious.
“S’fine,” Iris said, her eyes starting to drift shut. The unfamiliar position, along with the intensity of two powerful orgasms, had left her wrung out and as limp as a noodle.
He tossed his T-shirt in the same direction as her hoodie, and hastily dragged her into his arms, as if he were afraid she’d protest his touch if he left her to think about it for too long. But Iris was incapable of rational thought right now. She kicked her leggings and underwear off, snuggled close to his warm, hard body, and instantly fell asleep.
When Iris next opened her eyes, it was to find herself staring straight into a pair of familiar molten silver ones.
“You okay?” he asked gruffly and she smiled, stretching lazily beneath the covers that he must have dragged over them while she was sleeping.
“You going to ask me that every time I wake up next to you?”
“I don’t know,” he countered. “Are you planning to wake up next to me a lot in the future?”
She sighed and her smile slipped. “Now that is what I would call a loaded question.”
“I didn’t mean for this to happen,” he said with a sigh of his own. “I mean, I don’t regret it or anything, but it was really just meant to be a kiss.”
“Some kiss.”
“Tell me about it,” he muttered. “I don’t know what happened. I’ve never lost control like that before.”
“I mean, as first kisses go, it was… explosive.”
“I like the sound of that,” he said, with a warm smile. “A first kiss implies that more will follow.”
Iris chewed on her lip, not sure how to respond to that. Not like she didn’t want to kiss him again and again and again, but she wasn’t sure it would be good for her mental or emotional health.
His smile faded when the silence went on for too long, and a frown flickered across his forehead. He made an awkward little humming sound in the back of his throat before asking, “How do you feel?”
“Sated.”
“I mean about what happened.”
“I enjoyed it. It doesn’t really have to be any more than that, does it?”
