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The only reply I got was a growly sort of sleep snort. I smiled into the darkness of the room, wiggled against the warm comfort of Fallon’s body, and closed my eyes.
The next time I woke, the light had changed.
So had the state of Fallon’s body. Cracking my eyes open against the early flare of dawn, I became aware of the swelling twitch of Fallon’s cock against my ass. When the silky tip of his cock tail went snaking across my bare skin, I didn’t flinch or fall out of the bed this time. Instead, I turned myself in Fallon’s hold to face him.
His eyes were open, glowing a soft white in the dim light.
“Do you like your hair?” he asked, his voice raspy as he ran his fingers through the strands, examining the effect of the dye he’d made.
“I love it. Thank you,” I whispered. It felt so good to be with him here, in this cocoon of warm safety, before the sun had even fully risen. Moving purely on instinct, wanting more of that feeling, more of him, I nuzzled closer, drawing my leg up over his hip until the tip of his rapidly hardening cock was flush with my pussy. Fallon groaned, his eyes falling shut as he rubbed himself against me.
My arousal was so strong, so sudden, that it only took a little bit of that rubbing, combined with the rhythmic flicker of his cock tail over my clit, to get me wet. I reached between us, gripping his heated shaft, loving the way all of his abdominal muscles tightened in response to my touch.
I shifted closer, still holding him, guiding him until his tip was nudging inside me.
Fallon began to move. It wasn’t quite as quick and frantic as yesterday had been, up against the wall. This was slower, sleep-tinged and sensual, Fallon stroking in and out of me with a raw sort of tenderness.
That tenderness found its reply inside me. I kissed his mouth, my chest tight. Everything he’d told me last night came back in a rush. I kissed the man who’d once been the boy in the sad story he’d told. The boy who hadn’t been wanted by his parents, by his empire, by his whole fucking planet. Who’d only had a scruffy, stray dog and some strange, stern warden to lead him into adulthood.
And look what an amazing fucking man he’d turned into. A man that I wanted, even if no one else did.
And suddenly, I had to show him that. I needed to show him how I felt about him more than I needed air.
I pushed against Fallon’s shoulders. Instantly, he froze, as if he thought I was telling him to stop.
“Lie back,” I breathed against his mouth. Slowly, he did so, and I made sure to move with him, keeping his cock inside me as I went. I wasn’t willing to lose our connection even for a moment. I planted my palms against his tense chest and settled my knees against the mattress, straddling him.
Once I felt a bit more used to the position and Fallon’s size inside me, I straightened up and sank a little further onto him. Easing into the motion, I rocked gently at first, then faster and harder, building and building until I was fully riding him. Fallon’s eyes were wide and white, his face slack with astonished reverence as I bounced.
I could feel the way his gaze gobbled me up, the way it went from my hair to my face to my bouncing tits, and then finally coming to an intense, staring stop at the place our bodies met.
He groaned deeply as he watched me sink and slide along his shaft, his fingers skimming up my outer thighs to grip my hips. I caught his wrists and pulled his hands upwards, settling his warm palms on my breasts. His white eyes just about popped out of his head as he watched his fingers envelop my flesh. He massaged me needily, his callouses bringing my nipples to agonized points.
“You’re perfect,” he stammered, his breath hitching and his hips starting to rise off the mattress in time with my rhythm. “My perfect wife.”
I was far from perfect, but in that moment, I almost let myself believe him. He certainly seemed to believe it. And I couldn’t help but love how into this, how into me he was. He touched me, looked at me, like everything I gave him was a gift.
It made me want to give him more.
I increased my rhythm, panting hard, heat swirling in my core. I wanted to make him come so hard he couldn’t think, couldn’t even breathe. But I was the one in danger of actually exploding. The helpless writhe of Fallon’s hips beneath mine, the exquisite pleasure of his cock, the flutter and squeeze of his cock tail around my clit, his hands on my breasts, his eyes on me, always on me…
It was intoxicating.
In the end, though I tried my best not to, I came apart first. With a cry, I spasmed and stilled. Then I sagged forwards, my hands going back to Fallon’s chest. I couldn’t do anything more than just rock on him as ecstasy gripped me. He gave a shattered, strangled sound, grinding upwards and into my clenching tightness until, with a rasped shout, he began to spill into me.
“Merciful Empire, Darcy, blast,” he groaned, throbbing and spewing so hard I could feel it. He wrenched his hands from my body, raising them above his head and plastering them to the edge of the headboard.
I gave a weak moan when I saw his claws dig into the wood. In places, the planks began to crack beneath the pressure of his grip. Every thick tendon in his neck, every muscle in his chest, shoulders, and arms jumped into taut and swollen contrast. His back arched, his hips jerked over and over as he spilled everything he had.
Our movements grew weaker, slower, until I was basically just sitting on him, panting while he stared up at me in wonder.
“Put your hands back on me,” I told him, missing the feeling of them.
Fallon obeyed without hesitation. His hands shot to my waist, caressing the curve there so sweetly that my eyes fluttered shut in response.
“Sorry,” he said unsteadily, “I was worried I would squeeze you too hard.”
“You were?”
