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Slowly, I trace gentle circles along the sensitive head, savoring how his body responds to my touch. A bead of pre-cum forms at the slit, glistening at the tip.
The scent of his desire and arousal is intoxicating, flooding my senses.
I trace the veins and ridges of his cock with my fingers, feeling the pulsing energy emanating from him. It’s firm and hard, pulsing with life and need. He shudders under my touch, the tension building within him. Desire darkens his eyes, a hunger that mirrors my own.
“Your touch…” He tips his head back, groaning in pleasure as I explore his swollen length with my fingers.
I stroke him faster and harder until his breaths come out in small pants. Then, slowly, my gaze turns up to meet him staring down at me. I lean forward and kiss the tip. I lap up the bead of precum hungrily, savoring the salty, bittersweet taste that fills my mouth.
He thrusts his hips forward, desire and longing evident in every twitch of his muscles.
My lips, driven by hunger and longing, kiss their way up his shaft, meeting the pulsating head with tender yet firm suction. He groans, his body bucking against my mouth with each stroke. My tongue dances around the sensitive head, exploring every contour and ridge as it throbs with need. I savor the taste of his arousal, the bittersweet mixture that only serves to fuel my own desire. My hand tightens around his girth, my fingers gripping firmly as I continue my relentless rhythm.
His hips buck with increasing urgency, his breaths coming out in ragged gasps. He’s close, and I want to bring him to the pinnacle of pleasure first.
I increase my pace, my mouth enveloping him deeper with each stroke as his body quivers under my touch.
“Fuuuuuck…” His head tips back as he bites his lower lip, groaning with pleasure. “I can’t… I’m gonna come if you don’t stop.”
No way am I stopping.
I continue my relentless onslaught, savoring the taste of his release as it builds, somehow making it even hotter. He gasps, his body arching off the bed as he fights his release.
I want to make him lose control—need it from him.
Gripping him tightly, I jerk him in rhythm with my mouth: faster, harder, more insistent. His breaths are ragged, each one a plea, a demand. He trembles as he reaches the edge and teeters on the brink.
I slide my tongue under the sensitive head, drawing it into my mouth as I pull back, then thrust forward again. The sound of him moaning is music to my ears.
With a final, exquisite thrust, he cries out my name, and the tension within him finally releases. Hot, salty cum fills my mouth. My hand continues its relentless rhythm, driving him further over the edge until his body jerks spasmodically, spent and sated.
After his climax, Rigel collapses to his knees, panting heavily. I take a moment to catch my breath as well, my heart racing with excitement and desire.
“Mia,” he says softly, his voice hoarse from pleasure. “You are the most beautiful thing I have ever seen, but you’re wearing far too many clothes.”
His words send a jolt of desire coursing through me. Our gazes lock, each daring the other to look away first, but neither of us does.
The cabin’s walls pulse with our combined energy, the room charged with an electric current that only we can feel.
He reaches for my shirt, helping to lift it over my head. As his hands explore, tracing the curves of my hips, skimming the rise of my ribs, I arch into his touch, craving more. Every nerve fires at once, igniting a wildfire within me.
“God, Mia…” His voice is strained and reverent as if he’s discovering something sacred.
My fingers tangle in his hair, pulling him closer, needing to feel every inch of him against me.
“Now, it’s my turn.” His hot breath fans my desire.
He somehow flips me to my back, then drags me down the bed. The rest of what I’m wearing lands on the floor as he exposes me to his greedy gaze.
Looping my legs over his shoulders, he places the heat of his mouth on my inner thigh.
The world fades away as I’m consumed by the fire of his mouth. His lips, his tongue, his teeth… He’s claiming me.
The rush of his desire burns me.
The raw need that he displays makes me fly.
Rigel knows just what I need and delivers it with a vengeance. He slides his tongue up and down my slit, teasing and tasting me, making me feel alive in ways I never thought possible.