met hers, soft and gentle, his tongue swirling within her mouth, capturing her, claiming her. Walking down to the bottom of the lounger, he shifted over her, the pie sliding and squishing between their chests as he tapped her thighs with his fingertips. “Wrap your legs around me.”
Lana moved her legs, and he sank his wonderfully hard dick into her overheated pussy, her body reacting almost immediately as his thrusts increased, slowly at first, shifting his hips from side to side. Her nails ground into the palms of her hands, high-pitched whimpers escaping her teeth as twinges of orgasm flared and convulsed, throwing her into a climax so intense it bordered on painful. Enar snarled again, grinding his teeth and then flexing one more time before going still within her, the throbbing heat of his cum filling her with wetness.
She wilted beneath him, flexing her jaw painfully as she unclamped her teeth. He purred with satisfaction. “I’m glad I wasn’t kissing you.”
“Why?” she asked in concern.
“The way you clenched your teeth, I would have lost my tongue. Do you always do that?”
She could feel the color burn into her cheeks as she shook her head. “Never done it before. Of course, I have never come like that before either. We are so sticky.”
“Umm, we are. I really didn’t spend forty dollars on a pie for that purpose, but the idea hit me and I couldn’t resist.”
“What I tasted of it was delicious.” He scooped some of the melting chocolate and cream from her chest, lying on top of her as she licked it from his fingers.
When he stood, his skin was dark brown and flecked with bits of tan piecrust. “I think we need a shower.”
“I think you’re right. I don’t think I can stand up.”
Enar unbuckled her wrists, helping her to her feet. He gave her a moment to glance around the room, and Lana frowned. “You have your own dungeon?
“I call it my playroom. It’s not really a dungeon. They torture people in dungeons and leave them there to die.”
“Okay, I guess it’s all in your perception of a dungeon. It looks like one to me.” She smiled playfully to offset her comment. “So how long have you had a playroom ? I thought you said that Sue wasn’t into kinky sex.”
“She wasn’t. I had an addition put on the house when she got sick so that any medical staff needed for her care would have a private place to sleep. She preferred to go to the hospital and this room remained empty until she died. After that, decorating my dungeon gave me something to do.”
Lana smiled at his use of the word, and he drew her into an embrace. When it ended, he gazed deeply into her eyes. “Do you still want to go home?”
As Lana considered the question, her thoughts drifted back to sex. What he had done was better than her dreams. Everything about him was better. She felt alive for the first time in years. Every muscle was sizzling in the aftermath of an experience that she had never expected to be so overwhelming. “No! I can think of a million reasons to be with you and only one to go home. I do need to go get my plants though. I don’t want them to die.” She picked a piece of hardened wax from her nipple, frowning at it. Enar chuckled, grinning at her expression.
It irritated her that he had the ability to taunt her so efficiently. It was a single flaw that she disliked, but she supposed that it also made him seem more human. Lana wondered suddenly how real her feelings were. Did she idolize him because he was so confident and powerful? The thought was wrong. It was far more than that. She adored so many things about him, from his smile to his willingness to discuss things with her. Lana wondered again if she was really willing to give up her freedom to be with this man, and more importantly, did he really want to be with her as much as he said? Enar stroked her cheek, bringing her mind back to reality.
“We will go in the morning, okay? Let’s go take a shower. The bathroom in the