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I’ve had sex before, but it was quick, secretive sex with one of my father’s soldiers. It felt good, but not any better than getting myself off in the shower.
I’ve never had someone worship my body with their mouth.
I’ve never felt like I was being eaten alive, while Ares’ hands roam over my body like the tentacles of an octopus, squeezing my breasts, sliding down my body, cupping my ass, pushing his fingers in and out of me.
Every place he touches me seems to come alive, warm and throbbing, extending the exquisite sensation of his tongue to all the other parts of me, until I feel like he’s licking me up and down the entire length of my body.
Leaves drift down from the gum tree, deep vermillion and five-pointed like stars. They land on my naked body and in my hair, cool against my flesh, smelling peppery-sweet.
I’m in a state of bliss where everything seems brighter and clearer. The bits of blue sky between the red leaves shine as brilliant as jewels. The breeze rubbing the branches together makes a steady, rushing sound like running water.
The blood in my veins rushes at the same pace, spreading warmth to my fingertips and toes, making my whole body throb.
The orgasm comes so slowly at first that I hardly know it’s starting. It builds and builds like the crescendo of an orchestra, each pulse stronger than the one before.
Ares thrusts his tongue in and out of me, in time to the clenching waves of pleasure. I’m moaning and writhing, my hands full of leaves as I grasp for purchase on the ground.
He slows his pace as the climax ebbs, but he doesn’t stop. He’s running his tongue gently over my clit, mindful of how sensitive and throbbing it has become, but not allowing the pleasure to seep away entirely.
He runs his big, strong hands up my thighs, grips my hips, then caresses my breasts again, gently plucking at my nipples.
My breasts are exquisitely sensitive now. His hands are like suction cups, the perfect size to grip every part of my breasts, to pull and squeeze simultaneously.
He’s licking me harder now, steadily, and I realize he has no intention of stopping; he wants to make me cum again.
I can’t lay back and accept it, I’ve always been the type to pull my own weight, to give as well as take.
Plus, I touched that thick cock through his clothes. Now I want to see it.
So I flip around, Ares’ head still buried between my thighs, now facing the opposite way.
I unzip his trousers, pulling out his heavy cock that fills my hand, warm and throbbing and intensely satisfying to touch.
Ares’ cock is as brown as the rest of him, and as excessively sized. It has a slight upward curve, topped with a head like a battering ram. The skin stretches silky smooth over the rigid flesh.
He groans as I grip him, then moans even louder against my pussy as I take the head of his cock in my mouth, dancing my tongue around the connecting ridge. His cock twitches against my tongue, highly sensitive to its slightest movement.
I’m on top of Ares, straddling his face, spreading my thighs wider so he can push his tongue deep inside of me. I’m humping his face, while his cock slides deeper and deeper into my mouth. The heavy head of his cock hits the back of my throat.
He’s thrusting in and out of my mouth in time with my hips grinding against his face. My mouth feels as loose and warm as the rest of me, and even though his cock is even bigger than I imagined, it burrows into my throat relentlessly, like a live thing with a mind of its own.
I’m not gagging—I’m too relaxed. The pounding of his cock is oddly satisfying. I want more and more, deeper and deeper.
Meanwhile, Ares’ lapping tongue is bringing on another climax. I can feel it swirling and pulsing, trying to breach its bounds in the pit of my belly. Any moment it will explode outward, washing through me.
I start moaning around Ares’ cock, the vibrations of my throat fluttering against the head.
Ares is panting like he’s running again, sprinting against me to the end of the race.
Itisa race, to see which of us will cum first.
Competitive as ever, I’m determined to beat him.
I squeeze my thighs around his face, pressing my clit harder against his tongue.
There’s no clear winner this time.
His cock is twitching and pulsing in my mouth, the head fucking my throat, while I cum against his tongue. We’re locked together down the length of our bodies, his hands gripping my ass, my fingers digging into the back of his long, powerful thighs.
