Megan's POV
The flickering light from the candles drew attention to his face and chest, lending an ethereal quality to his whole look. As the color of his eyes deepened, I found that I was no longer startled by them. They were not furious since the darkening had been brought on by a strong sensation of emotion rather than by anger on their part. He moved closer to me and placed his hands on my face in a deliberate and methodical manner.
Are you sure about that? He inquired, but just a barely perceptible hint of green was left behind. The weight of the air increased as I lifted my hands to clasp his wrists, and as a result, the connection between us became stronger.
I have no doubts about that. When I gave the signal to proceed, one hand moved to the back of my neck, while the other hand moved down to take hold of my waist. As he pulled me closer to himself, he gave me a blistering kiss by tilting my head back and bringing my lips to his. When he tightened his grip around my waist, the heat that emanated from his hand straight through my thin shirt and spread throughout my body. As the kiss became faster and more passionate, I wanted something to help me feel grounded, so I wrapped my fingers around his hair and kissed him more passionately.
He moved his hand cautiously as he traced over my bare midriff while it was still grasping my waist and then slipped it down and under the top. He did a preliminary examination by gently running the tips of his fingers over the newly exposed skin and observing the results. In reaction to his movements, I tugged at his hair, which brought him in closer proximity to me. After that, his other hand snuck under the shirt while it was undone and sketched some dark patterns on the reverse side. Both of them continued to climb gradually higher till they just about touched my chest and firm nipples before coming to a stop on the collar. After wrapping the fabric over my shoulders, he then dragged it down over my arms, and it fell to the ground behind me at that point.
After that, he moved away from my mouth while hardly taking any breaths. While he pulled me up and laid me on the bed, his hands were wrapped around my waist, and his stare was fixed on mine the whole time. He laid me down on the plush cushions with my head resting on them after picking me up and repositioning his body so that I was laying over them.
As I drew him down, his chest gently brushed up against mine, and our lips reconnected after being apart for a moment. He shifted, forcing his chest on my nipples, which caused a torrent of heat to spread throughout my core. I spat out a gasp that was mostly air. As soon as he had a whiff of it, he let out an appreciative growl, which almost caused me to feel guilty about how excited I was. It was not difficult to identify the musty scent that was uniquely his own; the testosterone seemed to be almost oozing from his pores. The intensity of the searing sensation in my core increased as my upper thigh started to stretch in response to his own erection.
As it drew away from my lips, went down my neck, and paid particular attention to my mark, it drove me insane. When he pushed his searing, open-mouthed kisses on my collarbone and took one of my peaked nipples into my mouth, I let out a cry of surprise at the sudden pleasure. As his other hand crept higher and rubbed my other nipple between his thumb and pointer finger, I gasped in protest. As soon as he moved, I let out a breathy gasp while giving equal attention to each of them at the same time.
As the warmth continued to rise, the fluids in my core started to collect, and I noticed that my erection was emitting a strong and alluring odor. As a dull ache began to set in, I rubbed my legs together in an attempt to generate some kind of friction in order to alleviate the discomfort. When he noticed what I was doing, he held my upper thighs and said, "Shhh. " I sobbed as he did so. I can rely on you. He did this while talking in my ear and nibbling on my earlobe. After carefully separating my legs, he slipped one of his legs in between them, positioning his thigh so that it rested on top of mine. His leg started to move gradually, which created the friction I had been craving and caused me to groan as his lips stroked along each sling that was within his grasp. My posture is improved as a result of the constant contact, and I have a delightful tingling sensation all over my body as a result of it. The heat was becoming intolerable, and as a result, my bodily fluids were beginning to leak out all over my pants.
The name "Jason." I let out a sigh and then tightened my grip on him. More is what I seek. More was required of me.
Sweetheart, I am aware of what you mean. I let out a moan as he hesitated, and after some hesitation, he started speaking.
"I want to ensure that this is exactly what you have in mind before we go further. If we continue, I don't think I'll be able to hold out much longer, but if we don't, I won't be upset either way. He was in excruciating pain and was rigid, with shaking limbs as he held himself back and his teeth clenched tight. He yearned for it just as much as I did.
"Jason, I can't live without you. That will remain the same no matter what happens. I mumbled something while I was still struggling for breath. As he smiled in response to what I had to say, the moonlight took on a silvery sheen and reflected off of him. It was the Moon Goddess blessing us with her presence and approving what we were doing as a way of letting us know that what we were doing was exactly as it was supposed to be.
I gave the youngster a little pinch on the neck before pulling him back down to me and then I kissed him thereafter. As he growled, his fingers grasped my underwear and pulled them toward him. Before providing me with the last opportunity to back out of the deal, he paused for a second to await my consent. He took the ensuing wet kiss with an open mouth that I gave him on the back of his neck as a sign of my approval. He removed each one very gently, and I had to elevate my butt off the bed to give him more room. While he was doing this, his hands slipped down my legs and thighs, exposing my private parts.
At that moment, he stopped begging with me to look at him in the eyes the whole time. I was able to see his stare as it moved away from mine and then dropped, moving from my chest all the way down the length of my body and leaving a trail of heat in its wake. He first memorized me with his eyes, taking in every detail, before getting to know me with the tips of his fingers.
"You are such a sweetheart." As he murmured his appreciation for me, the heat in the room caused my cheeks to flush, and I felt a twinge of embarrassment.
"Σε αγαπώ." He replied as he turned his attention back to my gaze. They were a pitch-black color that carried more feeling than I could have ever dreamed they would have. Even though I had never encountered the phrase before, he spoke it in a respectful way.
I reacted by flinching as he pushed his fingertip downward into my stomach, between my breasts, and the base of my neck. He did this while holding his finger. My back arched in glee as the massager worked its way lower and lower, eventually making contact with my swelled nub as it reached its lowest point. He was deliberate in his movements and focused on maximizing the amount of pleasure he could provide me.
After he had pulled his finger slowly downward till I was a crying mess, he made me moan at that moment. It was an unusual feeling, but it wasn't unpleasant; rather, it was simply foreign since it wasn't accustomed to having anything in there before. After that, he inserted a second finger, which resulted in a minute degree of pain that was quite bearable. My focus was diverted with a passionate kiss as he added a third kiss while softly stroking in and out.
As his fingers moved through the interior of my body, I couldn't help but feel an overwhelming sense of joy. As he slows down, a searing pressure suddenly builds up in the lowest part of my stomach. He grabbed my nub with his thumb and began massaging it, which caused me to wiggle with the utmost pleasure. My hands clawed at the sheets and tightened their hold as the pressure mounted continually. The tension gradually reached its peak, and when I finally let go, I saw that my legs were shaking.
I saw lights in front of my eyes and felt as if tingles were spreading throughout my whole body as my back arched upward and my chest rose and fell quickly. As he slowly pulled his fingers away from me, which had become glossy as a result of my release, I began to emit a crimson light. I became more intensely ablaze as he placed them between his lips and sucked my remnants off of them while sighing. I felt really ashamed and covered both of my eyes with my fists to hide my shame.
When he grabbed my wrist and covered my eyes, one of his hands was still somewhat moist from the previous action. He gave me a kind grin, but his eyes were just as dark as they had always been. He let go of one hand and gently touched my cheek while simultaneously clearing my wild hair away from my face.
"Love, there is absolutely no cause for you to feel ashamed," the person said. I gave him a shy smile as I softly massaged my hands up and down his arms and moved them from one to the other. If it were even possible, the atmosphere gradually got more solemn, weightier, intense, and intimate.