Page 142 of Serpent In White

He moves again, spreading his legs wide while I lick a line up his taint, moving back. Using my hands to spread him open, I slide my tongue over his hot hole.

“Fuck…” he whimpers. I wish I could see him, but my face is quite literally buried in his ass.

He’s practically sitting on my face, holding himself up so he doesn’t smother me, but still. My mouth is in between his cheeks as I grip them hard, fluttering my tongue over and over.

I have no real notion of how to do this, but I think I get the general idea. Licking him like he’s a delicious treat, I kiss and suck everywhere my mouth can reach while he groans and strokes my cock roughly in his fist.

“That’s right, my prince,” he croons, riding my face. “Eat my ass. Eat me so good, baby.God…”

His voice, that rumbling deep voice like thunder, mixed with his filthy words… They have me soaring.

Anything for you, my King. I will do fucking anything to make you feel good.

“Is that right?” He answers me with his mouth while mine is preoccupied.

I mumble into him, shoving my tongue into his asshole.

He groans. “You aremine, Abdiel.” Then he tugs himself away from my lips.

I whine at the loss, wanting more. I want to spend all night eating him like a snack I could never get my fill of.

But he moves down, writhing along the length of my body with his. His rests his cock over my own and takes my face in his palm, gazing deep into my eyes. “I want everything with you.”

His lips lower to mine before he kisses me deep, sucking his own flavor off my mouth. It’s dirty, and luscious, and I can’t get enough. I’m desperate for something more, and he knows. Because he’s my King, and my lover.

He yanks my sweats off the rest of the way, then crawls to his nightstand, opening a drawer and taking out a small bottle. A frisson of nerves run through me, because I think this is happening.

We’re finally going to fuck. I think I’m going to lose my virginity to the man of my dreams.

I’m fuckinghigh.

“We’ll have to be quiet,” he whispers, opening the bottle and squeezing lubrication out onto his hand. Then he reaches behind himself. “The drawbacks to not doing this downstairs.”

“You can cover my mouth if you want,” I rasp, and he grins.

“Mmm…” He kisses me softly while gliding lube between his cheeks.

“Can I?” I ask, and he nods, handing me the bottle.

My hands are shaking as I squeeze out more, stroking it onto my erection. Then I move my wet fingers between his cheeks, tracing a slick finger up and down over his rim. I feel him clench beneath my touch, and I think it means he’s excited. That he likes what I’m doing.

“I can’t wait to feel your giant cock inside me, Abdiel,” he purrs as my fingers swirl. “I’ve been dreaming about this.”

“Me too,” I hum. “Good God, I’ve wanted to fuck you for so long.”

“We shall wait no longer.” He positions himself so that his legs are spread wide where he sits on my hips, his ass open for me. “Get inside me, my prince, before I die of starvation.”

Shivering, trembling head to toe, I take my lubed erection in my hand, aiming it up to his hole. Our eyes remain locked where we stand, in this moment, frozen in time together.

This is unlike anything I’ve experienced up to this point, because I’ve been waiting forhim. Waiting to give myself to him in every way humanly possible.

I nudge my head up to Darian, while at the same time he presses down on me, sitting himself on my cock. The tip struggles for a moment before it slides in, and I groan out loud.

“Quiet,” Darian growls, though his voice is breathier than I’ve ever heard it, his eyes barely able to stay open.

Squeezing my lips together, I grip his ass with one hand, the other still holding my dick to push into him. It’s the most intense feeling of my life. His body is clutching me, so hot and tight, like a fist made of fire. He sits down on me farther while I give a little thrust, my erection disappearing into his ass, fitting snugly into his body like this is where it belongs.

We’re one.