Kriss disappeared into the bathroom. Shayla, alone with Jago, rediscovered the annoyance of self-consciousness. She wasn’t hungry any more for food. What held her attention was his eyes, especially the sharp focus of his pupils. He couldn’t stop staring at her breasts or the apex of her thighs. Grabbing her hand, he led her over to the sprawl of cushions. He sat among the softest, using a couple of the sturdier ones to support his upright back. Without taking his eyes off her, he patted his lap.
“Kriss—”
Jago shrugged. “He’ll come back when he wants to—he likes to preen, get things ready. Let’s just make it us
two.” He actually winked at her, and she giggled, ignoring the remark about preparations—was this stage two?
She straddled his legs, aligning herself over his upright rod, which hadn’t showed a hint of drooping throughout the hurried meal. So darn big, she wondered again how it hadn’t split her apart. Jago guided her hands to his shoulders, and she leaned forward and slowly descended onto his cock. The head stayed steadfast, rock hard, forcing her to yield around it. She gasped and closed her eyes, afraid for a second that her self-inflicted impaling was foolhardy and dangerous.
“Keep going,” he said calmly, unperturbed by her moans.
She sank, bending her legs until she was kneeling. The friction of cock against channel was heated, and close to tipping her into the abyss of unwanted discomfort. But, she was resilient. Determined. When she opened her eyes, she was face to face with a man in a state of rapture, glazed eyes and head tilted back slightly. Jago’s jaw dropped, and he released a soft growl of satisfaction.
She couldn’t sink any further, not yet. She hovered, halfway down his shaft, and waited. Jago ringed his giant hands around her waist and squeezed. For a second, she thought he might ram her down without a care for her fragility, but he merely supported her as her legs shook. She kept her hands on his broad shoulders and balanced there, breathless and somewhat frustrated.
“Relax, girl,” he said. “Grind,” he added with a guttural tone.
So she did, she circled her hips, gyrated them until she slipped another inch along his shaft. Her wetness helped, she was leaking around him. She rocked back and forth, and tossed her hair back out of her face. The tightness eased, and she lowered her bottom until she touched him.
Now, she could jiggle and bounce. He squeezed her waist tighter, responding to her movements with a gentle buck of his pelvis.
“That’s it.” He moaned, louder.
She rode him, but avoided the beat of a rhythm; instead, she humped hard for a few seconds, then rose up and lowered slowly, relishing the sensation of his thickened rod grazing her sweet spots.
She bent over him. “Yes,” she hissed in his ear. Arching her back, she pushed her breasts out, right in front of his eyes—a reminder that there was more to her sexuality than one gaping, wet hole.
The hint was swiftly taken. He cupped both swaying breasts and captured them in the palms of his hands, keeping them locked in one place while she bucked up and down. It hurt, having them pinioned while she moved around, but she had no problem with the pain of his crushing fingers playing in tandem with the delight of his cock deep inside her pussy.
His eyes widened into a boyish stare of delight. “These.” He rolled her nipples between his fingertips. “Are fucking fantastic little toys.”
She wanted to laugh, but there wasn’t the breath in her lungs. “Yes, they are.”
“They’re soft, and firm.” He eased his grip on her breasts, allowing the tenderest parts to move freely. Slowly, he circled his palms around the nipples. Below his cock, snug inside her, stiffened and grew. She gulped—was there no limit to his erection?
He blinked, breaking the longest stare she’d ever seen in her life. Something, almost like a shadow, dimmed the bright sparks in his pupils.
She ceased rocking. “What’s wrong?”
“I keep forgetting, forgive me, that you are so sensual... everywhere. This body of yours, it has erogenous hot spots that no droid could ever mimic.”
“I should hope not.”
He blinked again. “You want to control me with them, don’t you?”
She opened her mouth, then snapped it shut. This time, she’d not done it consciously, but he was right. She was trying to be on top in more than one way.
“I get why you think you can. I’m enjoying them immensely.” He drew her toward him and licked her nipple with his tongue, sinking his whole mouth around the areola. He sucked hard on it, until she cried out. He repeated the little torment on the other one. He could hold his breath for an eternity, or so it felt when his lips pressed down hard.
“My... body...” she panted breathlessly.
He opened his mouth, and sucked in air around her nipple, cooling the burning sensation. “For my pleasure.”
He looked straight into her watery eyes. “I know what you want. It’s more than fucking, it’s more than my cock. There are emotions. I feel them. Sensations in my belly. Thoughts in my mind, things I’ve not seen in my head before now. I get what you’re doing, Shayla.”
“Can you...” She lifted herself higher, then lowered her bottom down, making sure she had all of him to the balls inside her pussy. “Can you help me get there?”
He grasped her breasts hard again and she grimaced. “Maybe,” he said. “I like watching that, the way your face is now. I feel my power, my hold over you.”