Page 155 of Crystal Iris
I let myself go under the water. He props me up on the edge of the pool and uses his strong, tough hands to spread my legs apart. His lips find my thighs and I’m at a loss. I steady my breath, and tell my body to hold on. My prism’s light reflecting on his face. He makes his way in, biting, licking, teasing, until his tongue finds my center. He doesn’t hesitate; his tongue strokes me lightly, then harder, until my hands finds his hair. I didn’t know it was possible to want someone this badly.
He continues moving his tongue on me, and then in me. He slides his tongue as far as he can until I can’t take anymore. I want all of him.I need all of him.
I make sure to go underwater again.
“A reward,” I say as I pour whiskey in his mouth.
He kisses me hard and my hand finds his cock. I want all his length in me. He turns me around to kiss my neck as his fingers stroke my clit. I arch my body to him. He licks my back and moves a finger inside me. He can feel me pulsing, and right when I don’t think I can hold anymore, he adds a second. I’m too close.
“I want you, all of you, now,” I say.
He bends me over the edge of the pool and pushes his cock inside me. Inch by inch. And there are lots of them. More than I have ever experienced. When he’s done stretching me, when he is fully inside, he pulls out. My entire body trembles. It’s his turn to tease me; I’m almost begging when he slides it in me again. This time in one slow smooth move. He reaches to rub my clit and I let myself move on him. We find a pace in which both of us lose control completely. His hands are holding tight on my hips, both of us getting closer to climax with each thrust. I had no idea sex could feel this good. I want to scream when I finally let myself orgasm along with him.
He turns me around, his lips finding mine, his tongue telling me he wants more.
I let our prisms connect and watch as their lights disperse in opposite directions.
“Iris?”
I look up into his gorgeous green eyes.
“I love you,” he says between kisses.
“I know,” I say, kissing him back. “I love you too.”
He lifts me up, and my legs wrap around him.
He kisses me hard and moments later I feel he’s ready again.
“That was quick,” I tease him as I stroke him with my hand.
“I told you before, I don’t think I can ever have enough of you.”
“I want to try the indoor tub now,” I say, stepping out of the pool.
He follows me like a puppy.
I change the music back to jazz and let myself relax as the jets do their thing. The hot water feels soothing after the pool. Hoyt pulls me onto his lap, and our prisms find each other before our lips do.
I move my hands through his hair and let myself really look into his eyes. I kiss him slowly.I don’t want this night to end.
He makes his way inside me again; this time I sit on him, feeling him for a few minutes. We fit perfectly. “I understand the appeal of tantric sex now,” I say, and he laughs.
“I’m available for practice,” he tells me.
“I’m too impatient,” I say, moving on him.
“You feel so good,” he murmurs, closing his eyes.
“I think it feels different when they are… connected,” I say. “Or maybe I drank more than I realized.”
He pulls his prism away, and we both immediately feel the difference.
We both let out a moan when we allow our necklaces to link again.
He lifts me up and down while I touch myself. Every time I want him deeper and deeper;it was me who could never have enough of him.
As we both climax, our prisms do something wicked of their own. They cast gold sparkles on the water, on the walls, all around us. Hoyt’s face is covered with them, and I assume mine is, too. It only lasts for a few seconds, but in that moment, I understand the true meaning of the wordmagic.
