Page 49 of Shadow Lord

His hands move from my waist, dropping lower and cupping my ass. One hand over each cheek. The blanket that was over my shoulders has vanished, dropped on the floor at some point during our kiss, unheeded by either of us. So now his hands are on the thin cotton of my pyjama shorts, and the thin material doesn’t feel like a barrier at all. It feels as if his hands are on my naked skin, and oh, does it feel so very good.

My hard cock is trapped between us. Wedge between my belly and the firm planes of his stomach.

My body takes control, and I lift up a little before pressing my ass back down into his palms. Dragging my cock up and down over his muscles. Then I do it again. And again. And again. Bouncing like a true bunny. All while my lips never leave his.

This is what heaven feels like. It has to be.

Between his hands that are cradling my ass. Something large and firm is pressing against my crack.

Oh. That must be his cock. Trapped underneath me. Swelling and growing and quite enormous.

It should be daunting, but a feeling like electricity is zinging all the way through me. A keen buzz of delight, excitement, and anticipation. Nothing that feels daunted at all.

A moan escapes from mouth in to his. He rumbles in reply. My small shorts are wet now. The tip of my cock has leaked all over them.

I bounce some more, picking up the pace. It’s not enough. I need, I need… I don’t know what I need.

A whimper of frustration pours out of me.

Suddenly the world is spinning and the bed is pressing against my back. I open my eyes and find myself lying on the bed with Dark over me, amber eyes blazing.

His hands move. They tug swiftly at my shorts and fresh air whispers over my wet cock head. Amber eyes drop down to my naked cock. He stares. He licks his dark lips with a shadowy tongue that’s just a little longer than a human’s would be.

“May I?” he rasps.

“Yes!” I squeak while nodding extremely vigorously.

His eyes flare bright. The intensity on his face is overwhelming, so I close my eyes. Nobody has ever looked at me like that before. And I grew up amongst people who called me Almighty.

Sensation sparks through me, and I’m gasping before I’ve processed what I’m feeling.

It is softness. Cool, not cold, not warm, but cool, mist brushing gently over my hard and aching cock. Tendrils of thick fog. Moist. Delicious.

My eyes roll back. Then the tendrils coiling around my cock thicken and solidify. They turn into his fingers, and now it is Dark’s hand stroking me, carefully, gently.

“I’m not quite that delicate!” I pant.

His fingers grow firmer, more solid and real. His grip tightens. My hips lift off the bed as I cry out.

Dark pauses.

“Don’t stop!” I beg. “That was a good yell. A very good yell!”

Dark chuckles and mercifully continues exactly what he was doing.

I moan and writhe. My body feels alight. Every slide of his fist pumps more pleasure into my body. Pumping me full until I’m on the brink of exploding. This is so much better than playing with yourself.

Dark tightens his grip a little more. Slows the rhythm a little. Adds a swipe over my tip when he reaches my cock head, and suddenly I’m screaming, head thrown back, heels drumming on the mattress, tummy tight and hot as my cock spurts and spurts.

After an eternity, I drift back down to reality. I’m panting and sweaty and a little dizzy. Sprawled boneless on my bed.

I open my eyes.

Dark is floating above me. Amber eyes bright. Lips twisted up into a very pleased grin.

“That was more successful than the toast or the picnic,” he says.

A short, sharp laugh barks out of me. Strong enough to twinge my muscles.