Page 60 of First Kiss with a Mothman

I continue to gasp and grunt as I cradle Arie’s head on my chest. His hands run along my wings, sending ripples of pleasure across my furry skin. When he kisses my nipple, I clamp my eyes shut. The room is so dark, but moments ago, I was still able to see our silhouettes. Now, I focus on all my other senses.

In my mind’s eye, I see us interlocked. Arie’s cock is inside me, and it feels so filling, so right. All this sexual energy renders me harder than ever. My cock drags along his smooth skin, and when he kisses all over my chest, I pump my own fluids. All I smell, all I taste, all I feel is Arie Baker.

He thrusts up against me as I float up and down on his dick. It feels phenomenal. Our bodies are so in sync. Arie’s delicious moans of pleasure, coupled with him caressing my wings, send me to another planet. My eyes roll back, and my toes curl as I continue to push him inside me, then float right up.

This is nothing like sexual encounters I’ve had before. This isn’t even sex―as promised, Arie is making love to me.

“Mort…Mort, baby,” he says in a pleading tone. His hips are thrusting faster, and I think I know what he wants to ask. The room is filled with the scent of our sex, and both of us are breathing rapidly now.

“Yes,” I rasp. I grab his shoulders for leverage and ride him faster.

“Can I…ooh, fuck, almost…can I…?”

“Yes,” I hiss. “I want you…to…”

“You want me to shoot inside you?” he asks, burying his face in my pecs.

“Yes, baby.”

“Fuck…” he whines, and I feel him get harder.

“Use my wings for leverage.”

“Can I?”

“Yesss,” I rasp. “I’m yours. Use me, Arie.”

He grips the top of my wings, and, as instructed, pulls me down, then up. “You’re mine!” His voice is a high whine now, and the ramping in energy has me getting close, too.

“I’m yours!” I squeeze his shoulders and continue to land on his cock. “I’m about to bust, and I’m yours, Arie!”

“Really?” His breathing picks up as he continues to aggressively pull me down onto him.

“Yes!”

“Ooohhhhfuuuu!” With a howl, Arie pulses inside me. I stay still as he puts me exactly where he needs me to be. Having him shoot as I ride him is a mind-blowing experience. The sensation of his orgasm sets me off seconds later. I jerk myself off with him still inside me. With a shout, I coat Arie’s chest with my semen.

That was unlike anything I’ve ever experienced.

With my whole body feeling like jelly, I pull off and lie next to him. He’s collapsed back onto the bed, and we’re both trying to catch our breath. Sure, we’re both sweaty and drenched, but I’ve never felt so content. This may have been Arie’s first time, but I’m tempted to claim it’s mine too, forgetting all the lackluster experiences I’ve had in the past.

None of them made me feel this way. None of them made me feel comforted, but also in charge. Not one of my past sexual partners has made me want to ask to make love, let alone actually do it.

Because that’s what tonight was. I kiss his shoulder, and he chuckles. I hold up his hand and kiss his wrist just because I can. We both laugh softly as exhaustion and satisfaction catch up to us.

“Thank you for that, Mort.”

I kiss each of his fingers. “No. Thank you.”

“I’d like to do that again sometime.”

“I’ll pencil you in.”

With that, we both bust out in hysterics, a mirthful sound to end our passionate night together. I’ve never laughed with another sexual partner before. How could one boy I’ve known for less than three months make me feel so alive?

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