It’s like I can’t control myself. It’s only then that I realize I’ve got both his cocks in my hand. And it’s way more than one handful can handle. Because my fingers don’t even begin to wrap all the way around his double-thick shafts.
“Yeah,” he moans. “Yeah, grip me hard, princess. That’s exactly what I need.”
He moves closer to me, his fingers eagerly reaching between my legs.
I expect it to happen this time. The moment his fingers slide into the wetness pooling there, I expect the sun to explode.
But it doesn’t.
I wail—“Oh, God. Oh, GOD!”
He pushes his fingers inside me, penetrating me deep. But still. The release I need so badly isn’t there!
“What the hell is happening?” I cry out.
“Pump me harder, princess. I need more.”
“Me too,” I say, following his orders. “Me too!”
“Get on top of me,” he says, turning over and taking me with him. So that by the time he’s done with that sentence, I’m straddling his hips.
I reach for his cocks as he lifts my shirt up over my head in a desperate attempt to get me naked, and tosses it over his shoulder. “Fuck me,” I say again. Just as he rips my bottoms apart and frees me of the last piece of cloth that separates us.
“No, you fuck me.”
We don’t have the patience to have another bout of back-and-forth talking about who will fuck who, because something in this room—or something between us—has taken possession of our senses.
I reach between my legs, fist his cocks with my hand, and aim them right at my pussy as I lift my hips up, and then—
“Ohhhhhhhh,” we say in the same breath.
I sink down on him.
An immediate calm overtakes us. I’m still very fluxed up, and he is still bursting with need, but suddenly there is time.
And we start moving. Slowly. His hands on my hips, rocking me back and forth across his upper thighs. I fall forward, palms slapping onto his muscular chest, and bow my head so my hair drags across his face as we move.
“That’s nice,” he whispers.
“Better than nice,” I say, lowering my mouth to his so that I hum out the words between his lips.
“Princess,” he moans.
But he doesn’t ask me to fuck him harder. He doesn’t seem to be in any hurry at all. And neither am I.
It’s like… it’s like when we’re apart we can only think of each other. How to connect. How he can be inside me, and I can get him there, and the light—oh, God, the light that starts pouring out of me mingles with him and…
“I don’t know what this is,” I say.
“I do,” he says.
And then we come together. There is no mere supernova this time, it’s more like the universe imploding.
And it’s a good thing that my hair is covering his face, and his eyes are closed…
Because the brightness of our release would blind us.
We stay like that—me on top of him, his arms circling my waist in case I try to escape—for several minutes.
His cocks pulse inside me and coat my pussy with his milky release. And the muscles of my pussy clamp down on him with the same rhythm.
He says, “I think I’m dead, Lyra. I think you just killed me.”
And I say, “You’re welcome.”
We laugh a little and then, because I’m exhausted, I try to swing my leg over so I can snuggle up to his chest. Not that I’d ever admit that to anyone. Because I’m not a snuggler, but… I don’t seem to be able to do that.
“Ow,” he says.
“Sorry. I don’t know what’s happening. I feel… stuck.”
“Oh, no,” he says.
“What?”
“Oh… no.”
“What?”
“Oh, shit, Lyra. I don’t… I don’t know what’s happening, but my cocks are… oh, my God, my cocks are—”
“Your cocks are what?” I say.
“They’re swelling up!”
“What?”
“Oh, shit. I’ve heard of this but… I just thought it was a myth.”
I lift myself up off him and find I can’t. I cannot get up. “What’s happening?”
“I’m stuck!” he says.
“You are not! Stop fucking around. It’s starting to hurt.”
“I know, but my cocks—”
“Take them out!”
“I can’t! I can’t! It’s like the head of my dick is locked into your pussy!”
“This is not a thing,” I say.
“I didn’t think it was either, but I swear—”
I try to roll to the side, but he just comes with me. “Ow,” he says, his body turning with mine.
“What the fuck is happening?” I ask.
“We have to come again.”
“Again? I just imploded the universe! That’s all there is!”
“No,” he says. “No. Two cocks, Lyra. Two implosions. Or I can’t separate from you.”
“Since when? This didn’t happen earlier.”
“Since…” He covers his face with his hand and shakes his head. “I can’t believe I’m gonna say this, but”—he’s propped up over the top of me now, holding up all his weight with one flat palm on the mattress—“since… we became soulmates.”