**SEXUALLY EXPLICIT CONTENT**
Thinking about spending the evening on her balcony with a cozy blanket, a cup of tea, and reading smut on her iPad excited Arcana. Her simple fantasy quickly interrupted by an out of breadth "Arcana!". Feeling slightly annoyed, Arcana rolled her eyes. She slowed her pace so Devon could catch up to her. Once he did, He swung his arm around her shoulder and kept it there for the rest of the way towards the loft. They get to the loft and head upstairs. Devon making himself welcome, goes to the fridge to grab a few beers for him and Arcana. "Arcana, you're running out of beer.". Shouting from the bathroom, Arcana replies "Yeah, I know. I'll pick some up this weekend. I have to go shopping anyway." as she hops into the shower to wash off the work day from her body.
Arcana and Devon weren't exactly dating, nor were they friends with benefits. They had a comfortable relationship where they got along with no strings attached - or so Arcana thought, and that's how she preferred it. As for Devon, He wasn't interested in any serious or long-term commitments, but in the back of his mind, he always told himself that if Arcana wanted more from him, he would go all in. Not because he was in love with her, so he told himself, but because the 'non-commital' arrangement worked best for him. It helped that they both found each other attractive. Devon takes a sip from his beer as Arcana steps out of the steamy bathroom with just a towel on. Her hair was wet, hanging down her back. There was something about wet hair that really turned Devon on. He wasn't sure if it was wet hair in general and the way it clung to the body or just Arcanas wet dark hair and how it clung to her slim body.
She walked towards him and he handed her a beer. He reached up and touched her wet hair and that alone made his d**k jump inside his pants. She took a sip of her beer and casually shifted her hair as if to re-set it on her back. She took another sip of her beer and turned to Devon "Can you move the back of my hair? I think I have a few lose strands stuck underneath my towel." Before he could help move a few strands out of the way, Arcana dropped her towel. "Does this help?" Devon pushed Arcana into the kitchen table were they had been standing drinking beers and turned her around so that her back was facing him. He touched her wet hair and put his face in it to feel it against his skin. It was just Arcana's wet hair that drove him crazy.
He pushed himself into her while he rubbed his face in her hair and took in the scent of her neck. Being this close to her, touching her, smelling her, it made him feel so alive. He sent him over the edge easily. There was something about her that made him feel good about himself. He wanted to keep that feeling forever. He let his hands explore her body. He slid his hands up towards her breasts and massaged them. She let out a happy sigh. He was good at massaging her breasts. He was good at making her feel good. Devon had one had on her breasts and one hand on her ass cheek squeezing and gripping it with his nails. He slowly kissed her neck and left trails of kisses. "No marks" murmured Arcana. "I know, I know" he murmured back in between kisses and leaving slow kisses along her neck line.
Devon unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. As he kicked off his shoes, he bent down to spread Arcanas legs apart and trailing his hands up and down each leg smelling her clean skin all the way up to her ass, making sure to kiss both cheeks. He started back down again and kissed the back of her knees while rubbing her ass. Arcana was wet and swaying her ass in front of Devons face like a dog in heat waiting to be penetrated. Devon stuck two of his fingers in his mouth to moisten his fingers. He placed his two fingers on Arcanas labia feeling her folds, playing with them, teasing her soft lips, whilst kissing her behind. That made her moan in agony. Arcana loved being teased. Her legs were spread wide and Devon could see how wet and excited she was. That made him hungry.
He got his nose as close as he could from behind her and smelled her p***y. No one smelled like Arcana. His d**k jumped just by smelling her excitement. He paused to take a sip from his cold beer, - he swallowed the beer, then opened his mouth as wide as he could and stuck his tongue out, licking her p***y from behind. Arcanas moan was deep and long. His cold wet tongue against her wet hot p***y felt so good. It made her want to melt. He licked her p***y as if her were licking an ice cream cone on a hot summer day. Hearing her moan made Devon want to stick his fingers inside her. He stuck one finger inside her while he licked her p*ssy, letting her juices run down the corners of his mouth onto his chin. He could feel the inside of her p*ssy was hot - it made him groan in anticipation just thinking of how his d**k would feel inside her tight steaming wet hole.
He pumped his finger inside and continued to lick her until her legs started to shake - not wanting her to c*m just yet he slid her fingers out and stood up to kiss her. She could taste herself on his lips and she enjoyed it. She liked the way she tasted. He lifted her ass cheeks to get a good grip, spread them apart, and grabbed a condom from his pants pocket. He quickly slid the condom on and pushed himself as deep as he could into her. They both moaned and Arcana gripped the kitchen table. Devon has a good sized d**k but compared to Arcana's tight hole, it was like a ripe cucumber trying to fit inside a donut. He started thrusting nice and slow to tease Arcana but mostly to prevent himself from cumming too soon. Arcana started pushing herself into him forcing him to thrust faster and faster and until they had a steady pace going. Devon had one hand on her hip, his nails gripping into her hip and with his free hand grabbed a fist full of Arcana's hair, making her arch her back.
"Oh F*ck, Devon, don't stop if you want me to come" as she grips the kitchen table. Hearing her say his name, moaning for him, made him want to f*ck her p***y harder and faster. Unable to help himself from moaning out loud and joining her, "s**t, Arcana, You're gonna make me wanna c*m". He lets go of her hair and now has a grip on both sides of her hips, digging into her hips with his nails. Even though they agreed no marks, she didn't care at that moment - she was on the edge, about to reach her climax. Devon felt her p*ssy tighten, sensing she was about to come undone. "AH, s**t, LET ME FEEL YOUR c*m GIRL". Arcana came hard on Devons d**k and lets out a loud moan as she lets her self fall against the kitchen table panting and out of breath. Devon cums inside her, quickly pulling out even though he has a condom on and leans on the kitchen table, catching his breath. They both come back to their senses and finish off the rest of their beer while cleaning themselves up.
Arcana goes into the bedroom to get dressed in something more comfortable and notices something she hadn't seen in a while whitest looking for a shirt in her dresser. The heart shaped rock she found on her last day of high school. She picks it up to admire it before hearing Devon call out "You coming back out or going to sleep?"Arcana pops her head out from her bedroom doorway "I'm coming out there right now, I just had to get a shirt" Jokingly Devon responds "It's not like you need a shirt" and starts chuckling. "HA HA, very funny" making a har har face at his lame joke but laughing with him anyway. They get to talking about their work as they head out on to the balcony to enjoy the cool breeze outside. After sometime, they both fell asleep on the balcony.
Dreaming
Arcana is standing outside, looking up at the sky. Waiting. In the sky she sees a comet? A falling star? She's an Astronomer Research Assistant, she should know this! The answer seems so vague yet familiar to her. The comet is getting closer to her. Closer and closer. So close, she could feel the heat coming from it. Why does it look like it's coming directly towards her? In the most butter-like soft, she hears a voice coming from the comet "My love".
She woke up at 2:00AM with a strange feeling, a sense of urgency. Something was coming, but what?