Page 58 of Infala: The Bonding Games
They said their goodnights to the others and headed back to their bungalow, stripping down and climbing into their respective beds. Both were asleep in no time.
Later that night, however, Dorrin woke to find his cock standing at attention, fully erect and throbbing from the pressure of his hard-on. He glanced over at Ziana.
She was sleeping.
Dorrin wrapped his hand around his girth and began stroking, sliding up and down the shaft, the bulbous shape rippling under his grip as he passed over each section, making them pulsate with the most wonderful sensation.
“Nnngh,” he quietly groaned, relishing the feeling. The stress of the games typically killed his libido, but his and Ziana’s unexpected degree of success had shifted something within him, and it had come roaring back with a vengeance.
He froze as a new sensation jolted him from his rhythm. He looked down. Ziana was stroking his cock as well, lending him a helping hand.
“What are you?—”
“You put in a lot of effort out there. It’s the least I can do,” she replied, the little spurt of pre-cum she coaxed out of him now lubricating his shaft.
“You don’t have to.”
“I know. But I want to.”
What she didn’t tell him was that she’d woken up in a similar state of arousal, rubbing her clit with delight. But when she’d heard him groan, it was then that she realized what he was up to. And unlike during the cold light of day, here, all alone in the dark with her mind and body at ease, it was affecting her in a most pleasant manner.
He groaned again as she worked him, her free hand between her legs, rubbing wonderful little circles around her clit, the pressure building inside her.
“You are quite different from any woman I’ve ever met,” he said with a breathy sigh.
“I’ll take that as a good thing. And you’re pretty different yourself,” she replied, her fingers sticky with her wetness.
“I don’t know if we should be doing this.”
“Really? Because your not so little friend here seems to be enjoying himself.”
“But we’re a team. Partners in the games.”
“And?”
“I don’t know. I’m just confused.”
She increased her rhythm, squeezing a little harder, drawing more pre-cum from the sexy beast of a man. “I’ll stop if you want me to, but I think we both need the stress relief,” she said, leaning closer, her breath hot on his cock. “It’ll be a one-off. Just a much-needed release. We both need it.”
He hesitated but a moment, his pulse pounding hard. “I suppose you have a point.”
“I know I do,” she replied.
He was about to say more but she silenced him in the most delightful of ways, wrapping her lips around his cock and teasing it with her tongue, swirling around the head then slipping him deep into her mouth, the alien bulges of his manhood delightful against her tongue as they pulsated against it.
Dorrin groaned, his hips involuntarily arching a little. He held himself back, though, refraining from thrusting rudely into her mouth. He did, however, reach out with his massive hand and slide it between her legs as he pulled her onto his bed with him, his fingers gently spreading her lips before pressing inside her while she continued to rub her clit.
Wet as she was, Ziana took his thick digits with ease, but her body was so primed that she nearly jumped out of her skin when his fingertips rubbed against her G-spot, sending bolts of pleasure rocketing through her body.
“Oh God,” she mumbled, his cock still long and hard in her mouth.
She pressed against him, their bare flesh hot and sensitive as their bodies touched. It was so intense, so electrical, and with all the stress and tension they’d been under, both reacted in a visceral and urgent way, their instincts taking over in a flash.
Dorrin pulled her mouth from his manhood and flipped her onto her stomach, her own body now pinning her hand beneath her as she continued rubbing her clit while he positioned her as he wanted. Her back arched as his massive hands cupped her ass and spread her cheeks, his spit-slicked cock pressing against her throbbing hole. He hesitated, just the head resting against her, almost in but not quite.
“Fucking give it to me,” she growled, pushing back. “Oh my God, don’t tease me. Ineedit!”
Whatever last reservations he may have had melted in an instant.
