Among The Gods 02: Giving In

As she shifted, however, she felt his manhood, hot and hard, brush against her buttocks, and she couldn't help but giggle, wiggling her hips back against it.

"Sorry," Eli said huskily. She craned her neck round and looked into his reddening face, then pressed her lips against his.

"No more sorries," she whispered. He nodded mutely. "I want to see you," she said suddenly, wiggling over and rolling to face him. He frowned.

"You can see me," he said.

"No," she explained. "I want to watch you, you know, do it. Like the men in the park."

His mouth dropped open, his face turning scarlet. "I - can't do that!" he croaked reflexively.

"Why not?"

"I - I'll make a mess," he protested weakly.

She shrugged. "Then we'll clean it up. Don't you want to see me?" she teased him, slipping her hand down over her stomach towards her thighs. He shuddered with sudden desire and nodded, not trusting his voice enough to speak.

They repositioned, Eli lying in his back, manhood now fully hard and pointing straight up towards the ceiling. Mia lay next to him on her side, angled so that her chest pressed against him, but her legs were far enough away that he wouldn't interfere with what she suddenly very badly needed to do. One of her legs led on the bed, while the other was bent, foot planted on the blankets and thighs spread lewdly opened. It felt so good to finally be able to do this - to just be with him, not worrying about propriety or properness.

"Show me," she whispered, grazing her soft lips against his chest. With a swallow, he wrapped his hand around his erection, sliding it up and down. Mia gasped as he ran his hand down to the base, pulling his veiny skin taut, rolling the foreskin back over the glistening purple head. "Doesn't that hurt?"

Eli shook his head. "Not - not unless I do it too hard," he said hoarsely. His eyes were fixed on Mia now; the hand she wasn't using to support herself had slipped between her legs, fingers gently playing among the folded petals that lay in the middle of the tatch of blonde hair. The angle meant he couldn't see most of the details, but he didn't need to - just the obvious motion of her hands and fingers, along with her increasingly unsteady breathing, was enough to excite him. "How does that feel?" he murmured.

"Good," she breathed. She lay her head on his shoulder, caressing the lips between her legs. She even dipped the tips of her fingers inside her, feeling the heat and wetness there; it reminded her of how Eli had felt sliding into her last night, and she shuddered in pleasure.

It wasn't only the sight of Mia's busy fingers that was affecting Eli. More than anything, he found, the sound of her breathing so close to his ear was what was threatening to push him over the edge. Every time she touched something sensitive, her breath caught and she gasped; then, she would sigh in satisfaction. He could hear the speed of her breathing slowly ramping up, occasionally edged with high, almost desperate whimpers. Every sound of pleasure she made slid easily into his ear, slithering through his brain before gliding down his spine to the aching center of his arousal. He couldn't help but think about the unrestrained noises she had made last night, about how much he wanted to make her make those noises again.

Both of them were masturbating openly now, Mia's fingers rolling her clitoris in tight circles, while Eli's hand ran up and down his shaft, rubbing the sensitive outer skin against the nerve-packed throbbing muscle underneath. "Don't slow down," Mia breathed, noticing as Eli's movements became less energetic.

"But I'm going to..." he moaned.

"I know," Mia said. "Don't slow down." His hand sped back up, twisting slightly as it moved from the gently pulsing base to the sensitive head, and he moaned as he felt that delicious, burning itch that marked his point of no return.

Eli brought his hand down hard to the base of manhood, pulling the thick foreskin back from the twitching purple head, and let out a long, animalistic groan. His member pulsed, and Mia watched a line of pearlescent white shoot from it, arcing over both their heads to splash on the headboard behind them. Each twitch sent another splash jetting out, covering his flat stomach and muscular chest with lines of warm, sticky white fluid. It looked and sounded like it might hurt, Mia thought, as she watched his thighs shudder, and listened to his tense, loud grunts. After six powerful shots, he suddenly went limp, sucking in air, letting go of his still twitching penis as white fluid oozed out of it onto his stomach.

The shiver that went through him when he was finished seemed to pass through his skin and into her body, unleashing the torrent of pulsating ecstasy that had built between her own legs. With a high, quavering sound, she came, hips bucking, face pressing against the heat of his chest, desire making her want to bathe herself in his scent.

Then it was done, and they both led there, panting from the release, warm skin pressed together. They laughed, drunk on the rush of bliss. Mia sat up, looking down at Eli's streaked body and softening manhood. "How does it feel?" she asked.

Eli considered her, trying to put into words a feeling he had never needed to describe before. "Like... an itch being scratched. Only a thousand times better. You?"

She looked down, fingers plucking at the blanket. "Like... a pressure letting loose. Like a thunderstorm, or a river rushing through me." He smiled and nodded. He didn't understand, but he would have a lifetime to find out. Mia reached out and ran her fingers along his chest, scooping up some of the sticky white and rubbing it between her fingers. Eli blushed again. "It's... slimy," she said, almost in wonder. Then, almost instinctively, she put her fingers in her mouth.

Despite his recent release, Eli's manhood twitched as he watched her, wide eyed, suck his juices from her fingers. "What's it like?" he asked huskily.

Mia considered it. "Salty," she settled on. "But... not. But it's not bad," she assured him.

Eli bit his lip, his fingers playing on her knee. "Can I...?"

Blushing, Mia nodded and opened her legs slightly, letting Eli gently run his fingers along the lips of her vagina, making her shudder as he collected some of her wetness. Then, he put those fingers in his mouth. "What's it like?" she asked.

It was heavenly. Mia tasted like nothing else he had ever tasted- musky and slightly salty, but maybe also slightly sweet. He didn't have words, but he couldn't help but think of honey. "So good," he said emphatically.

Mia was suddenly overcome with fits of giggles, burying her face in her hands. Eli sat up, nuzzling her face between her hands so that he could kiss her. "Good morning," he said.

"Good morning," she purred back.