“Say my name again.”
“Tyton. Yes… it feels so good.”
He licked and sucked and even though I wanted to take mental notes for my book, all I could do was enjoy it.
His fingers spread my moistness around and he made a comment that I was wet for him.
“Look at me, Devina.”
I propped myself on my elbows and watched as he had requested.
“You will watch when I penetrate you for the first time.”
There was something foreboding in the way he said first time, but I was aroused and bit my lip. “I’m watching.”
Sliding his finger inside me, he lowered his head and suckled on my clit again. I let my head fall back and moaned out in pleasure. “Ahh…”
“Say my name!”
“Yes, Tyton.”
My previous in-and-out massages paled compared to the way he fingered me. Moving up my body he went back to kissing me while letting first one and then two large fingers work in and out of me. “Look at me,” he kept demanding as if seeing my pleasure gave him fulfillment.
He was rougher than a normal masseuse and it made images of him taking me with more than his hands enter my mind.
Tyton kept at it, whispering how sexy I was and how tight my pussy felt. No one had ever spoken to me that way and I should be appalled, but the truth was that I loved listening to his dark voice talking dirty to me just as much as I loved the scent of his large masculine body.
In our state of lust and closeness, we had gone to a place that belonged only to Tyton and me. Nothing felt wrong or embarrassing here. Not his dirty talk. Not the moans I made, or the way I begged him to keep licking me. There was no shame or judgment in our special place. Just desire, acceptance, and raw emotions that felt like they had always been here, just waiting for us to arrive.
“Yes… Yes… Oh yes…” My body shook, and my insides convulsed around his fingers when I came in an orgasm much stronger than ever before.
He kept going but I squeezed my thighs together signaling that I couldn’t take any more. “Stop,” I whispered against his shoulder.
“Did you just come?”
My eyes were still closed and my body absorbing all the glorious endorphins that had been released. “Yes.”
“I made you come?”
“Yes.” It was sweet how proud he sounded.
“For real?” He pushed at me and my eyelids felt heavy when I opened them and smiled at him.
“Best orgasm of my life.”
Rolling on top of me, he kissed me. “Women can have multiple orgasms; we don’t need to stop now. This was just foreplay.”
“What about the tournament?”
“Fuck the tournament! This is what they’re all fighting for. I’m not going anywhere.”
We smiled at each other and kissed again.
“Will you make love to me?” His question was sincere, and his eyes shone with hope.
Nuzzling his hair, I admitted, “Just before I came, I imagined another part of you inside me.”
“Please, Devina. I’ll give anything to make love to you.”
