world we created, paul lahote

Chapter 36

Paul begins to stir from sleep, blinking rapidly to get rid of the haze of sleep that still lingers in his gaze. It takes a moment for his groggy mind to register the sensations he feels, but something feels different--heightened. He can feel a pleasurable thrill run through his leg and an unconscious moan slip from his throat, rich and resonant.

He can feel Lucia's hands on him, and when he glances down, he sees her staring up at him with eyes that mimic that of innocence, but her actions are anything but. Her lips are wrapped around him, her tongue propping at the slit of his cock.

She bobs her head up and down the length of his penis, dragging her tongue along the pulsing view beneath. She hums around him, and Paul can't help but buck his hips, a wanton groan escaping him, his hands fisting the sheets beside him. Lucia pulls off of him and leisurely strokes his cock, eyeing the beads of pre-cum that oozed from the tip.

She moves to straddle his waist, hovering just above his erect cock, her eyes searching his before he pulls her down on him, a gasp escaping her at that sudden fullness. Her hands come to rest on his chest, feeling the thumping organ beneath her touch. She rolls her hips and Paul groans aloud before she lifts her hips so that only the head of his cock remains inside her. The shifter tosses his head back as she lowers herself, her cunt engulfing his length in the most mouth-watering way possible.

"Oh, fuck. Just like that," he moaned, lifting his head to watch the delicious view in front of him. Lucia panted above him, her ample bosom bouncing in his face, her own breathy moans escaping her now and again as she sought her pleasure and simultaneously brought him his own. Her pussy was so snug, so well proportioned to his cock, clinging to him and drawing him closer to his release.

Paul met Lucia's thrusts with his own, thrusting up into her, the head of his cock hitting that magical part of her that caused her knees to buckle and her eyes to flutter shut. She leaned forward with a moan and Paul grasped her hips, continuing their pace. He could feel her walls begin to flutter around him, threatening to tighten around him and milk him dry.

He would bring her to her release had he had many times before, slipping his hand between the two and toying with the bundle of nerves between her legs. Her teeth sunk into his shoulder, her final moan muffled as she came, squeezing his cock in a vice hold. Paul didn't stop though. The pleasure that coursed through him, mixed with the delicious sting of her teeth embedded in his shoulder, kept him going before he groaned aloud and painted her walls with his semen. He continued his lazy thrusts, drawing out their orgasms before stopping and holding onto his panting imprint.

"Morning," she mumbled after a moment and Paul couldn't help the breathy chuckle that escaped him. It rumbled in his chest and Lucia smiled, snuggling closer to him.

"You're up early," Paul mused, his fingers running up her spine. "Did I not wear you out last night?"

Lucia rolled her eyes and sat up, Paul moaning at the sudden movement on his sensitive cock. "It's almost noon, Paul. It's not exactly early."

"Considering where we are..." Paul's hands trailed down her waist to her thighs, squeezing the soft flesh of her thighs. "... staying in all day doesn't seem like a bad idea, hm?"

"But I want to go out." Lucua pouted, leaning down to press kisses across his chest and taking his nipple between his teeth. He took in a sharp breath, goosebumps rising on his skin at the feeling. She released it and moved to hover over him, doing her best puppy dog eye expression. "You wouldn't let me go alone, would you?"

"I wouldn't, sweetheart. I wouldn't stay home alone without you," Paul responded before swiftly shifting their positions so he was on top of her. He trailed his finger beneath her jaw before pressing a kiss. He mumbled against her skin, "For now, let me love you."