Page 80 of Semblance

He shrugged, and dimmed the living room lights. Shadow’s eyes never once left me while he strolled over to where I lay, stalking me like a panther.

“You look sexy,” he whispered.

“You’re just saying that,” I replied.

“I beg to differ. There are clear indications that I’m very turned on right now.” He gestured towards his pants, where I saw a bulge pushing against the crotch area of his jeans.

At that point, I was fully ready to go Tomb Raider and invade the sacred temple that was his body.

Before I had a chance to catch my breath, Shadow was straddling my back as I felt the fabric of his jeans against my bare skin.

A drop of warm liquid fell onto the nape of my neck, and then I felt his palms push deep into the tissues of my muscles, smoothing out the rough knots that had formed from weeks of stress and daily wear and tear.

Every motion he made with his hands was firm, but sensual as well, always kneading in gentle circular motions. Shadow took his time working away at the various regions of my back, starting with my shoulders, and then making his way down—always gentle and never rushing—to my buttocks. As his hands caressed my rear in a sensual manner, I couldn’t help but release a smile and a soft sigh from my lips.

Though I loathed having strangers grab my ass, I enjoyed having a lover run his hands all over it.

My reaction to his touch was the indication he needed as he gently pulled my legs apart, opening up the passageway to my sex. I desired for him to plunge into me, fulfilling the ache of emptiness without him inside. I turned my head and caught a glimpse of his muscular frame, working away at my body.

Two fingers gently brushed the outer folds of my vaginal lips and I moaned with anticipation.

Do it already,I wanted to scream,Fill me with every inch of your cock.But I held my tongue, allowing Shadow full control to do as he pleased.

I felt his fingers rub the outer regions of my canal. I wanted him so badly.

“Turn over,” he instructed.

His wish was my command.

No sooner had I done so, Shadows warm, lubricated hands were on my body, stroking the top of my shoulders and then making their way down to my breasts. He filled both hands with them, and began rubbing the massage oil deep into them while his thumbs played with my erect nipples.

That was more than I could stand, and I immediately lunged for his belt, hungrily undoing the clasp. With a bit of help from Shadow, it didn’t take long before his jeans and boxer-briefs were both on the ground and he was naked and on top of me, his hands still focused on my breasts.

I scooped up some of the excess oil, dripping down the sides of the bottles, and I rubbed it into my palms. Then I cupped his massive erection in the palm of my right hand and held it, marveling at its primitive strength. It was pulsating—calling out for me to sheathe it inside my sex.

I began stroking it, the oil allowing my hands to glide over his manhood without friction.

He began groaning and the pace of his breathing became short staccatos.

It wasn’t long before he pulled his shaft away from my hands and slipped it deep into me.

“I needed this,” he growled.

“Me too,” I replied, breathless.

It felt so right to have him slide in and out of me, each plunge a masterful stroke controlled by his primitive, sexual instincts.

I clung onto the back of his hair and wrapped my legs around his waist as he continued thrusting into me, our moans intertwined in a chorus of pure ecstasy.

It didn’t take long for the muscles in my sex to clench up as I braced myself for an orgasm that erupted throughout my body, stretching from my curled toes all the way to my mouth, which unleashed a satisfying scream that was guaranteed to wake the neighbors.

Soon after I came, Shadow did as well and the thought of him being pleasured by my body was enough to send me into another orgasmic fit that lasted for a good solid minute.

Eventually I regained my senses after Shadow literally fucked me out of my senses. He lay on top of me, his weight crushing down on top of my slender body, but his heaviness didn’t feel like a burden at all.

It felt perfect, like warm armor that would protect me from everything that was wrong with this world.

I smiled.

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