steady as a heartbeat. And still, we’re locked together, the plumped knot at his base crammed deeper than before, stretching me right to the threshold of pain. But the warmth of his trapped cum feels so… comforting. It’s like a whole new layer of bonding as I absorb him from the inside out. “You surprised me,” I murmur. “But I’m not hurt.” I languidly draw my fingers through his hair, and he shudders on top of me.
We stay connected like this until I’m almost dozing. And it feels wonderful, to hold each other this close. It doesn’t matter that it’s due to his body’s biology that we’re forced to stay together—if you set the natural instinct to panic aside, this is wonderfully reassuring. Like the most perfect way to come down from such an intense shared experience. Lucan has wrapped his arms around me, holding me, letting me feel his full weight—maybe because he doesn’t know that most guys would worry about crushing their girl, or maybe because I feel as good under him as he feels on top of me.
His hands gently knead me, slowly sweeping up and down my back, massaging what he can reach and grip. Quiet. Soft.
Occasionally, his shaft jumps inside me, making me bite down on my lips so I won’t squeal. It makes my channel contract, every time he has a strong flex, which in turn seems to be prolonging the swelling of his knot.
I scratch his back, loving the way he moans and growls a little behind my ear. He stays stretched out on top of me, squishing me in the best way. And finally, the tugging sensation everytime we shift eases to the point that I don’t feel like my pussy has been fish-hooked. The slow crawl sensation of his dick softening—of the welling of fluids as they’re permitted to exit, it has me biting my lip. They slide down my crack and begin to pool under us like a dam has broken.
“I need to clean up,” I tell him, preparing to scoot out from under him.
Lucan raises himself, his eyes jumping to mine, his pupils swelling with sexual excitement. “Allow me,” he says, his voice huskier than a moment ago. And suddenly he’s moving down my body.
He fits his hands confidently under my thighs, slides his grip to my knees, and sits back to stare between my legs with a predator’s hunger.
“You don’t have to—” I start.
He leans in close. “Shhh.”
My body lights on fire to have him shush me. And then he inhales, one hand releasing my leg so he can touch me, squeezing my tender lips on either side of my entrance, where I feel puffy and sore and so good.
“I have to taste you,” he declares, voice guttural, rough. And then he does, his tongue broad and hot and perfectly wet as he applies it to my overheated flesh. He drags it upward, licking our cum from me, making my mouth drop open.
I’ve been gone down on before sex—but never after. It feels… it feels like it should feel dirty.
What it is is hot.
“Ungh!!!” I squeal-grunt, a high-pitched, breathy sound that has him growling and shoving my knee to the side, knocking me wider with his shoulders as he pushes closer like this is a dessert that could be stolen from him. Guarding me like he doesn’t want to share his delicacy.
He laps at me like he’s starving, his beard tickling my ass and the insides of my thighs and making my muscles tremble and quake as he cleans me up greedily.
“My clit,” I beg, mindless. I’m on the verge of coming again but I need more stimulation. “Please!”
Lucan digs a thumb right beside my entrance, bracing his hand to raise the flesh of my mound with his forefinger, really exposing my clit—and he dives for it, latching on, sucking hard.
I scream his name, and he begins to hit my sweet spot with firm, fast strokes of his tongue. I’m shaking on his face hard enough to make my teeth chatter.
Proving he has an innate talent for this form of exercise, he expertly flattens my clitoris with his tongue, adding pressure that feels so right—before he forces his lick into a point and begins to tease my pearl into standing straight up for him, to peek out of its hood, exposed to his attack.
He catches it, cupping it with his lower lip, and sucks.
“Lucan!” I gasp, shattered.
Gripped in his commanding hands, dying beautifully with every lash of his