“Well…” He frowned. “I guess it’s safe enough as long as I don’t actually put my shaft inside you.”
“You couldn’t anyway,” I pointed out. “I don’t see how anything that, er, large could ever fit inside me.”
“Oh, it would fit, sweetheart,” he murmured, reaching over to stroke my cheek. “Because I’d get you ready for me to help ease the way. You see, I have compounds in my saliva and precum that can help you stretch to open for me.”
This sounded intriguing too, but I wanted him to show me these new “sex positions” he was talking about.
“Show me the different ways a man and woman can be together,” I begged him softly. “Please, Sark—I want to know.”
“Well, all right. You already know about this one…” He had me lay on my back as he knelt over me. “Spread your legs, baby, let me show you.”
His immense size made me feel tiny as I lay under him and opened my thighs obediently, as he directed. I could feel my pussy lips parting to show my slippery inner petals and I remember thinking that I felt extra swollen and needy. But I thought nothing of it at the time, believing it was only because I was already so aroused from the way Sark had been sucking my nipples.
“Good girl,” he growled softly. “Gods, your soft little pussy is so wet. Just gonna rub against you to show you what I mean—all right?”
“All…all right, Sark. Show me—teach me,” I whispered breathlessly.
“Well in this position I’d be on top of you, putting myself inside you like this.”
He demonstrated by pressing the broad, blunt head of his shaft to the mouth of my pussy, making me moan as I felt just the tip of it breach me. Every other penetration I had experienced up until that point had been a violation by Baslik—I suppose I should have hated even the idea of being filled. But with Sark, everything was pleasure. It probably helped that my body was deep in need, having gone through the first two Signs in such a rapid period of time.
“And then,” Sark continued, his eyes half-lidded as he looked down at me. “I’d press all the way inside you and begin to thrust, so my Pleasure Crest could stimulate your Goddess Spot.”
He demonstrated by rubbing the length of his long, hard shaft up and down my Goddess pearl. I moaned as I felt his thickness sliding against me, shooting sparks of pleasure through my whole body.
“Feels good?” Sark growled softly, as he continued to tease me.
“Y-yes!” I moaned shakily.
“But this wouldn’t be an ideal position for us, I’m afraid,” he told me, pulling away at last. “Too much of a height difference. For face-to-face sex, it would be better for you to be on top.”
“I could be on top?” I asked, surprised. This was certainly nothing I had ever heard before. My Nana had told me I must submit and lie beneath my husband while he “did his baby-making business” as she put it.
But Sark was nodding.
“Of course, sweetheart—just like you were a minute ago when I was sucking your sweet nipples. Here—let me show you.”
He sat on the thick mattress and pulled me up to straddle him again. Once more I rubbed against the long, hard ridge of his cock. But this time we were both naked and there was nothing to keep us from making skin-to-skin contact.
Sark gripped my hips in his big hands and pulled me even closer, so that the shaft of his cock was lodged securely between my swollen pussy lips.
“Mmm, baby—this is what you wanted, isn’t it?” he growled in my ear as he thrust up, rubbing my Goddess pearl with his thickness.
“Y-yes!” I gasped, rolling my hips to catch his rhythm. “Oh Goddess of Mercy, yes, Sark. Oh please, I need you so much!”
“Need you too, baby.”
He captured my mouth in a long, breathless kiss and I found that I was kissing him back as we rubbed together. The feeling was incredible—pleasure was radiating through my entire body. And yet, I felt as though the friction of his shaft against my Goddess pearl was making me even more swollen and sensitive. I was also wetter than ever, but at that point I thought it was a normal part of my body’s reaction to his.
At last Sark broke the kiss, though he didn’t stop thrusting against me. His thick shaft rubbed relentlessly against my Goddess pearl, the broad head coming up to my belly button with each thrust—I could only imagine how it would feel if he was really deep inside me instead of just rubbing against me.
“Your breasts look full again,” he growled. “Should I suck them for you, baby? Or do you want me to show you another sexual position first?”
“There…there are more?” I gasped, both shocked and intrigued. How else could a man and woman fit together other than for him to be atop her or for her to be atop him?