Chapter 1281: Gifts of the Patient (r-18)

When he pulled her closer, the hard length of his cock pressed against her stomach through his clothes, thick enough that her breath caught. She felt the full shape of him — heavy shaft trapped against her belly, blunt head of his cock shoved up toward her ribs, balls pulled tight behind the cloth — and her thighs pressed together around nothing while a thin wetness gathered between her pussy lips.

She looked into his changed eyes for several seconds, and some of the teasing left her expression.

"You really are different."

Phei’s thumbs moved along her sides. "Better-looking?"

"Annoyingly so."

"Soul-snatching I guess then?"

"Terrifyingly so."

"More charming?"

Soraya rolled her eyes. "I love you, Phei."

Phei grinned and she kissed him before he could add another word on her confession.

The kiss began slowly, almost unexpectedly tender considering how openly she had looked at him throughout dinner. Soraya’s fingers climbed into his long dark hair while Phei’s arms closed around her, drawing her close enough that her breath warmed his cheek whenever their mouths parted.

Her tits pressed soft and full against his chest, nipples already hard enough that he felt both tight peaks drag against him through the thin robe every time she breathed. Her body fitted against his with the ease of someone who already knew where she belonged.

The thin robe slipped at one shoulder.

His palm found the bare warmth beneath it and stayed there, not rushing, just holding her as if the night had finally given them permission to stop pretending they were in a hurry. His other hand cupped the full weight of her breast, thumb brushing the tight nipple until she shivered against his mouth.

He rolled that nipple slowly between thumb and finger until it stiffened further, then dragged his thumb under the heavy underside of her tit where it sat warm in his palm, and when she shifted against him the smell of her pussy rose stronger between them — wet, open, already ready — while his cock twitched hard against her stomach.

Neither rushed.

They had the room and had the night for themselves.

For once, nobody was trying to murder anyone, steal anything ancient or open a realm containing frozen apocalypses.

That alone felt luxurious.

Phei’s mouth left hers only long enough to kiss along her jaw, then lower, open and hungry against the hollow of her throat while one hand stayed on her breast and the other kept her bare ass pulled flush to him.

Soraya’s fingers tightened in his hair.

She rolled her hips once, deliberate, grinding the soft wet heat of her pussy against the thick ridge of his cock through his clothes until a low sound left him into her skin.

Their kisses deepened gradually until Soraya’s earlier calm began slipping.

What had started soft turned hungry — their mouths opened wider and their tongues slid wet against each other, and her teeth caught his lower lip before she chased it with another kiss that left them both breathing harder.

Her arms tightened around his shoulders; her body followed his whenever Phei shifted, silk whispering between them, her laughter becoming softer whenever his mouth wandered from her lips toward her cheek and the side of her throat.

He kissed her there until her head tipped back.

Phei’s mouth opened against the side of her throat his tongue tasted the warm skin under her ear, then lower where her pulse jumped against his lips. He sucked gently there until a shiver ran down her spine, then dragged his mouth along the tendon of her neck while she arched into him.

Her fingers tightened in his hair and the robe loosened further under his hands, and when it finally fell she made a small sound that was half laugh and half surrender, pressing herself against him as if she had been waiting all evening to be this close.

Her naked breasts crushed to his chest.

’Her nipples are so tight.’

Thye were like two hard peaks ground into him as she pressed closer, and the soft weight of her tits flattened warm against his body. The wet heat between her thighs rubbed along the thick ridge of his cock as he stripped the rest of his clothes away.

Her pussy lips parted around the shape of him through nothing but pressure — soft, open, already wet enough that a thin smear of her cunt painted the underside of his shaft when she rolled her hips.

She looked down, saw the size of his cock, and a lustful little smile touched her mouth. It hung heavy between them, thick from base to tip, the head flushed dark and already wet at the slit. Veins stood along the shaft. His balls drew tight underneath.

"Still pretending you weren’t waiting for that?" he asked.

"I was waiting for you," she said and already reaching down to wrap her hand around him.

Her fingers could not close all the way, skin to skin, her palm hot around the thick girth of his cock, she stroked him once, slow and shameless, feeling him throb against her palm. Soraya dragged her fist from root to tip.

Her thumb slid over the swollen head and smeared the bead of precum down the underside on the way back, and when she tightened her grip and stroked him again — slower, deeper — she twisted her wrist just enough that his cock jerked in her hand, and a rough breath left him into her hair:

"This is just the best part of the package." She kept stroking him while she said it.

Her fist worked the full length of his dick in long, unhurried pulls. Her pussy stayed wet and empty against his thigh, her tits still crushed to his chest, while she watched every thick inch of him disappear and reappear through her fingers.

Phei broke the kiss only long enough to hook an arm under Soraya’s bare ass and lifted her.

She laughed against his mouth as her feet left the floor, thighs locking around his hips, tits crushed to his chest, the wet heat of her pussy smeared along the underside of his cock while he carried her across the room.

He kissed her temple once on the way — soft, almost reverent — then her mouth again, hungrier.

Soraya’s back hit the mattress first. Phei followed her down and the bed received them without ceremony.

Soraya went down beneath him with her mouth still on his, one hand buried in the sheets while the other stayed locked behind his neck. The mattress dipped before her thighs opened around his hips as he settled over her, and the first real contact of his cock against pussy dragged a low sound from both of them.

Phei braced on his forearms and looked at her for a breath where Soraya was flushed beneath him, hair spilled across the pillow, eyes soft and dark — before he kissed her like he meant to memorize her.

Her wet pussy dragged along the underside of his cock, painting him with her.

Every slow grind left a thicker smear of her cunt along his shaft, from the root up toward the flushed head, until Phei’s cock shone wet between them; the crown head nudged her pussy entrance and she rolled her hips, chasing it. The tip kissed her little pussy, parted those soft lips, and slipped just enough that Soraya felt the stretch start before he pulled back again.

Phei kissed herslower than the hunger in his blood wanted, tasting the way her breath broke whenever he rolled his hips against her. She was already warm. Already wet. Already lifting into him with a restless impatience that made his smile return against her mouth.

"You waited all night, why didnt you come to me." he murmured.

Soraya’s answer was a breathless huff. "You my love, I am shameless but I still have a very very tiny dignity left in me."

"You’re lying... you just had a plan." Phei laughed and perked her lips.

"Same thing." She laughed in admission.

He kissed her again to steal the rest of that argument, then reached between them and guided himself to her. Phei fisted his cock, slapped the thick head against Soraya’s cunt and then he rubbed it up through her wet folds, and notched that fat tip right against her little hole.

—her small pink pussy, looked soft and so wet and the newly big head of his dick was so thick her entrance looked too small to take it. The first push made her gasp against his cheek.

She was tight around him, wet and trembling, her body stretching to take him as her legs locked at his waist. The thick head of his cock forced her open, her pussy clinging to him in a wet, greedy ring that barely seemed able to accept the girth of him.

Phei looked down and watched his fat cockhead force Soraya’s little pussy open.

Her entrance lips stretched wide around him.

That tiny hole had to give.

The head popped inside with a wet shove and Soraya cried out into his mouth, already so full off just the tip that the walls of her pussy shook around him; he fed her another thick inch and another.

Her cunt clung to him like it wanted to push him out and suck him deeper at the same time.

Halfway in, Soraya’s thighs trembled hard against his hips. Her pussy was stretched raw and shiny over his shaft, and there was still so much cock left outside her — long, heavy, waiting — that Phei knew she would never take all of him, not tonight; he gave her what she could...

Slow and gently until her little cunt was stuffed as deep as it could go and the last thick stretch of his dick still sat outside her, pressed to her soaked lips, balls heavy against her ass.

Phei eased forward with a controlled roll of his hips, giving her the thickness of him in increments while he kissed the corner of her mouth, then her jaw, then the flushed place beneath her ear.