The Thief and the Sphinx
“And what do we have here, hm? A wicked little thing all alone? How very tempting."
I shivered as a touch scratched around the shape of my breasts in a figure eight, trailing down to make my stomach jump.
"Does she want touch? Does it even matter? Not when we want to taste her."
I moaned as a flat tongue swept up the inside of one thigh, skipping over my hips to trace the round of my stomach. I was held in place on a flat surface, and my eyes were sticky with sleep, barely parting. The figure between my spread thighs was hazy and shifting, never quite settling on one face over another, but the tongue drifting over my skin was long and pointed and black.
I whimpered, and a whisper hushed against my exposed sex.
"What a little present for me to find here, hm?"
The wet tongue ran up my sex and then down again, dipping inside of me, and I gasped—
—Crying out and flailing on the bed. Between my thighs wasn't the eerie unsettled figure of my dreams, but an enormous man. I opened my mouth to scream, and his brown eyes widened, his body launching up and landing heavily on top of me, hand clapping over my mouth and cock settling itself against my hips.
"Puisín! Esther, it's me, love!"
I stiffened beneath the man, his big dopily handsome face smiling nervously down at me. Big nose, massive full lips for sucking, blondish-red hair tossed messily around his head, the sides shaved. Freckles over his nose and cheeks and down into his red beard. And those hips between mine, the incredible width of them.
"Ezra!" I mumbled from behind his hand.
I was soaking wet, teased through my dream, and I laughed, sagging finally back into the bed, my eyes falling shut. We'd joked about him waking me up this way, but I'd never expected to—
His hand pulled away, head bowing, and I jerked again, accidentally knocking our noses together.
"Urgh!" he groaned, falling backward onto the bed.
"I can see you!" I squealed, climbing on top of him. "Ohhh, Ezra!"
I walked my fingers up the grooves of muscle on his chest and rose to my knees on either side of his hips to take a peek at the cock I'd missed seeing stretch me wide before. Ezra laughed as my eyes hooded with interest.
"I have to concentrate to stay visible, but I thought you'd like the surprise," Ezra said, grinning, every bit the lazy pup in my sheets I'd imagined him as. He was younger than my other men, closer to my own age. Two beautifully large hands rose to prop his head up, and dark coppery eyebrows waggled at me. "Well, what are you going to do with me now that you have me at your mercy, eh?"
I snorted at that and reached down between us to line him up at my entrance. Ezra's teasing nonchalance crumbled with the first inch of him fitting inside of me. He groaned, head leaning back into the cradle of his hands, throat flexing as I worked my way down. I hadn't seated myself fully when he began to flicker, his hips rising to meet me, and I giggled at the vanishing act.
He reappeared, grinning, hands reaching down to circle my thighs. "Which do you prefer?"
"Mm, well since you didn't successfully fuck me sleeping—"
"I did my best!"
"I think you should try and stay visible as long as you can. Give me something pretty to look at," I said, beaming back at him.
He barked out a rowdy laugh at that, and I turned it into a moan with a roll of my hips, the picture of his parted mouth fading briefly, before his brow furrowed and he solidified in full color, those bright friendly eyes shining up at me.
"'S been a long time since I've been looked at," he said, voice slightly hoarse.
"I'm happy to volunteer for the job," I replied, picking up my pace on his lap with the assistance of his hands, one sliding up so he could thumb over my clit.
"Speaking of jobs, I have some snooping to do," Ezra said, gaze falling from mine to stare between us, a feral smile growing at the picture of his length pumping into me.
"Mm. Quick then," I gasped, my thighs starting to burn as I bounced faster, harder.
"You going to play with those pretty tits or shall I?" he asked, both of us grinning at the reminder of our first time together.
"It's your turn. Oh!"
Ezra sat up suddenly, hands on my ass, and flipped us roughly on the bed, his back arching high so his head could duck down to my chest. Wet, thick lips wrapped around one nipple, calloused fingers pinching at the other.
"Ride me, puisín," Ezra growled.
I slid my fingers into his hair, pleased with its length giving me something to tug roughly at, and thrust myself up onto his cock. Ezra growled, the muscles of his back rippling, and then vanishing as I began to squeeze on his length.
"Harder," I whispered, keeping my eyes open to savor every second of getting to see him, the way he moved on top of me.
He twisted the nipple pinched in his fingers and bit at the other, and the pressure that had been building finally snapped, my body going taut as pleasure rippled through. Ezra sat up straight as I went limp, the pair of us panting and wearing lazy smiles. He nodded at the clock behind him.
"What time's it say?"
"Half-past ten," I answered, frowning a little. I'd barely got any proper sleep. "You woke me up too early."
"Early enough to make you come again. Grab the pillow, puisín," Ezra said.
I giggled and dug my fingers into the pillow above my head, the laugh turning into a shout as Ezra took my hips in a solid grip and began to pound into me, head tossed back and long groan echoing up to the canopy of the bed.
"Bet I can make it three times if you touch yourself," Ezra rasped.
I slapped a hand down to my clit and helped my man get me off. Waking up too early was worth it for this.
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