Page 90 of Lyric Squared

Its slipperiness caused it to fall from her hand, but she quickly scooted upward and grabbed it again. Seeing as though she was determined, I didn’t stop her when she placed the dead of my dick at her asshole. Because I knew that there was no escaping her desires, my job quickly shifted to making the experience as pleasurable as possible for her. I focused on her lubricated clit in an attempt to trick her brain into ignoring the pain that I was about to cause her. As I thumbed her clit, back and forward, nearly bringing her to her peak, I slid into her ass, securing my spot and marking new territory.

“Fuckkkkkk. I’m cumming!” she screamed.

It was far too late for me. I’d already came.

The tightness of her ass milked my dick for everything it had, almost. Too invested to pull out or end things where they were, I leaned forward and placed my lips onto hers. Lyric’s tongue parted my teeth and began a very slow, methodical dance with mine. Just like that, we stayed attached until I felt that she’d come down from her elevated state.

“Fuck me,” she pleaded when I turned her loose.

There was nothing left to be said. I stuck my index and middle fingers as far into her pussy as it allowed, and worked them upward while stroking her asshole, simultaneously.

“Fuck,” I grunted, trying to keep my composure.

She felt so good. Her pussy creamed, keeping me lubricated as I got acquainted with a new hole, one that I wouldn’t visitoften but would seemingly enjoy the time that I did spend inside of it.

And that was the motherfucking issue with Lyric. When that pussy of hers was involved, she could get whatever she wanted from me, out of me, and through me. I couldn’t deny her. That’s why I’d tried to keep my hands to myself this trip, but it wasn’t possible. We were on such a beautiful island, and I wanted to make beautiful memories with my beautiful woman – looking at her beautiful face while I made her beautiful pussy spit up on my dick. Now, I was paying for it but the price was marvelous. It had me on the brink of my second nut.

“Shit, I’m ‘bout to cum again,” I announced as her pussy began to shower me with her feminine ejaculation.

In a steady,constant motion, I rubbed the soft skin of Lyric’s back while watching as our plane descended. Our time in Maldives had ended and it was back to reality for us both. The dark Channing sky met us with open arms. As the wheels of the plane pounded the ground with a thud, Lyric awakened from her sleep.

“Babe,” she called out to me, eyes still closed.

“Yes, we’ve landed,” I confirmed, already knowing what she was about to ask.

Her naked, flawless frame rose from the bed, quickly rushing toward the window that she lifted for proof. A sadness coated her round spheres when she returned around again. We shared sentiments.

“I don’t want it to end,” she sulked.

“Neither do I,” I agreed.

“Spend the night?”

“We’re not spending the night anymore, Lyric. My home is yours. Come when you want. I thought I made that clear?” I asked, pulling her closer to me.

“You have. I don’t want to go home first. I want to stay with you,” she whined, pursing those pretty lips of hers in the air.

“Then, you’ll stay with me. I’ll arrange for your car to be brought to my house and put into the garage until you’re ready to go home. Let’s get dressed because you’re making my dick hard again. I’d rather get you home before I start thinking with my little head, again.”

From one end of the plane to the other, I’d made love to Lyric. Slow. Addictive. Agonizingly good sex that I would have the pleasure of enjoying anytime and anywhere forever. That was enough to make my heart smile and my dick hard all over again.

We exited the plane, hand-in-hand, after getting dressed. The bags that we’d collected on the trip were instructed to be placed inside of Lyric’s truck and brought to the house along with it. When we settled in my Jeep, reality hit us both, causing long, exasperated sighs to exit through our noses and mouths.

Even through dread, I placed the car in gear and began the journey home. Only a few seconds into our trip, I felt Lyric’s palm brush against mine as she collapsed her fingers onto mine. I curved mine, fitting into the spaces between hers before raising the back of her hand to my lips and kissing it.

There was no music. The only rhythm heard was the one my heart made. That was enough for me. I was on too much of a high. Music would only dampen my mood.

When we finally arrived, it was Lyric who gained access to the house. Her keys were accessible whereas mine was still in the luggage that I’d carried on the plane, which was arriving soon.The key to my truck was left inside during our entire trip in case of an emergency. Hadn’t it been, then it would’ve been Lyric’s truck that we’d taken to my place because I wasn’t digging through my bag to find mine.

For the first time in my life, when I walked through the door, the void that had secretly haunted me was filled. I was home, but so was she. And though she hadn’t officially moved into her new dwelling, her presence still meant the world to me. The face-splitting smile that I wore as I wrapped my arms around her made her scrunch her face and frown up at me.

“Why are you smiling so hard?” she asked, patting my chest.

“Because it’s happening,” I shared. “Before tonight, each time I walked into my house to silence I felt like something was missing. After the letter, I realized it was you. Now that you’re here and I’m not battling the silence, it feels fan-fucking-tastic.”

“Yeah?” She smiled, too.

“Yeah.”