Shade of Exposure (Three)

Eight

Eight:

The warmth was all-encompassing, hearts resounding in a deep dual temp of harmonious pulsing. Silken soft nakedness pressed against my body as I sleepily woke up, aroused, and suddenly very much aware of how I had passed out.

Nadia was snuggled in my arms, holding her hand over my locked arms, as if to ensure that they never slipped from her midriff. Her body bespoke a silent but loud fear that she might never know this peace again. She was accustomed to walking alone in her life. She was a faction of one in her immortal universe. Hated by all who were not wretched and controlled by those who sought to enslave all creation.

Such profound darkness with unimaginable hopelessness and lightless depression once seemed unending for her. She seemed to mew against me, so terrified of this intimate moment, as if it were guaranteed to pass without slating her desires or filling her heart.

The expression seemed to vibrate between us like a tuning fork humming in time to the beats of our hearts. There was a deeply primal link between us, almost as if we had been fused by some metaphysical force of nature. Our every cadence and measure seemed perfectly synced and our fluttering nerves also seemed to soar in unison.

I could feel the moment Nadia was awake long before I even peered down at her. Her silver-mixed eyes were gazing up at me, as if she were in awe of this moment, of our positions together. I could feel her needs mounting.

There were no words to speak to Nadia, not here or now. Not when we had an entire afternoon alone without any Nix dragons to interrupt us. I leaned down, cupping her chin, and I pulled her head up to my lips, capturing her delectable soft lips. She tasted faintly of mango, making me wonder what she had last eaten.

Nadia deepened the kiss, her tongue parting my lips, and greeting my tongue. She made a soft moaning sound and her round ass rubbed against my core as if to tell me I needed to find my strap-on.

My hand lid inside her white linen panties, and I almost came as I felt her hot and saturated core ripe for my entrance. She was like heaven, so ready, so beyond the need of prep, that I thrust two digits inside her, unable to control my need to penetrate her body. She felt as soft and molten hot as I had imagined, and her tight figure bespoke how long she’d waited to let anyone touch her, much less inside her.

Nadia’s lungs sucked down a massive heave of air, and she seemed to lose all sense of control. She rubbed her ass against me, as I timed my finger strokes inside her to the pace of her grinding. I felt my panties soaking through under her persistent and steady grinding rhythm. She was only the second person I had been with now, yet I knew I could never find better even if I searched for all the ages of existence.

She bit on my lip, as I added a third digit into my assault upon her small s*x. She seemed to tighten down so tight on me, my hand couldn’t move, as I felt the fluids of her pleasure seeping on the invading force. She seemed like she was lost adrift in her first orgasm, as slowly exited her, and I rolled Nadia onto her back.

Her soft gaze held my violet eyes, as I kissed her lips tenderly, and I traced a kiss down her neck, one after another until I found my way to her collarbone. She stroked her fingers through my hair as I kissed along her sensitive collarbone, and then I traced along to her left n****e.

She was tangy but sweet to my lips, a perfect combo for perfect beauty. Her eyes transfixed me as if she were under a spell.

“Take these panties off, while I get my strap-on.”

I told her softly, my voice filling the silent dark afternoon. She whimpered as I shifted off her, and came up on my feet, quickly reaching for the little toy box I kept in my bedroom near the foot of my bed.

I felt as if time was doubled, because of my haste to be back atop Nadia. She seemed to follow my progress with keen interest, just as eager for me to be back inside her again.

“Hurry, please.”

She murmured to me, and I could feel her aching need for me even from where I stood. She was not closing herself off from me at all. I felt completely connected to her, almost like our thoughts were synced.

I fished out the eight-inch dildo, and I quickly fumbled through the straps, cranking them tight, then turning back to the need-addled female writing on the bed, as she stroked her c**t, waiting for me to finish my short travel back to her.

She was my idea of perfection spread wide, begging in my mind for me to f**k her as hard as I could. I crouched back onto the bed, gently nudging her left leg open further, as I worked the thick head of the purple dildo against her molten pooling arousal. She made mewing sounds, as the thick head slipped into her, opening her tight center-wide, filling her slowly, until it finally sheathed into her, pressing against the very wall of her inside. I felt her roar in the second bout of orgasmic pleasure, as the thick c**k sent her back over the edge, and I waited until she stopped seeping her wet delectable pleasure before I began to unsheathe, and then re-sheath the c**k inside her once again.

I slowly began to pace the thrusts of my fake c**k inside her, timing them to her hips as they rocked against my body aiding in the rhythmic process of the deep penetration. I relished her perfect round breasts bouncing as I drove the c**k inside her, filling her up repeatedly. Her eyes watered with tears of joy, as I quickened the pace, and pounding the thick mass into her with the full ferocity of my s****l talent.

I cupped her perfect right breast, filling my hand with her large breast, squeezing firmly, but carefully, as I bottomed out inside her twice more, relishing the screams and the sensual bliss of her mind discombobulated in rapture.

She begged me not to stop, and she seemed to lose her power of speech again, as I drilled the c**k as deep into her as she could allow. Her pleasure was like electricity flowing between us in tingling and mind-numbing orgasm.

“I think you’re all healed up if I can be this rough inside you.”

I observed, and she barely mumbled some incoherent murmur of agreement, as I slid the c**k to the hit in her core again. I allowed my wicked thoughts to spill into her mind. How many ways and times I planned to f**k her, and how many different positions I wanted to dominate her body, marking her as mine, making every single inch of her my territory.

Her orgasm seemed almost to break her sanity for a few moments, as I slowed my fevered pace down when her core tightened down on the dildo. I slid my hand down and I stroked her soft slits as I slowly worked the c**k inside her. I played with her c**t, and I allowed her gyrating hips to do most of the work on the dildo, as I focused on the skillful touch of my right hand. Nadia’s back arched in response to my change in technique. She seemed shocked and pleasantly surprised by my natural s****l talents.

“My turn.”

She said in a raw and husky tone, and I looked into her eyes, slowly working the thick c**k out of her soft inside. She arched even more, as the thick mass slowly exited her body and her gooey arousal seeped from it, bespeaking my prowess, and she watched me hungrily, as I slowly worked the straps off, and the c**k slipped from my waist.

I slipped my wet panties off, quickly, as I rolled over kicking them free just as I hit my back on the bed. Nadia spread my legs wide apart, as she swiftly mounted me. She fastened the c**k to her waist and pinned my legs up pushing them over my head. I lost my breath, and all sense of reality, as she suddenly buried the thick wet c**k to the hit in my small center in a single powerful thrust.

My body felt like a dam opening, as I instantly came for her, and I screamed, writing my hips against the c**k sundering my body to the very depths, as I feverishly released my ecstasy for Nadia.

She pinned me down firm, and I felt pleasure and even more turned on by the submissive position she had me so thoroughly pinned in. I could never lower my guard for anyone like this. However, with Nadia, I could feel her love for me, and her innocent and devious desire for my s*x. I knew this was a safe place to lose all my apex-like dominance, if only for a while.

Nadia built up a powerful pace, as the c**k sheathed and unsheathed inside me on repeat. She sent my mind into a crash, as she kept increasing the pace of her forceful pounding motions. My mind was splintered, and I felt almost lost to everything, except her love, and the pleasure of the motion inside my body.

She seemed to think about all the things she wished to do with me, exploring me, and relishing in me forever. Her thoughts were a reverberation of my own. Neither of us seemed too concerned for how potentially sore this was going to make either of us in the morning since we both were coming off an extended dry period romantically speaking.

Nadia murmured praises about my s*x, and my naked form, as she thoroughly and vigorously f****d me into oblivion.

“Next time, I am just going to eat you, and eat you, until you cry for me to stop.”

She promised me, and I tingled in delight at this dark and sensual promise. I lost my breath again, as she slammed the c**k fully sheathed inside me once again, and I came for her, as she slowed her pace when I tightened down in orgasm.

Nadia gently removed the c**k from my body, and I felt suddenly so mind-blown, that I could hardly remember my name. She soon collapsed atop me, after removing the c**k, and she allowed me to pull her head into my chest, and she kissed my n*****s one at a time, before nuzzling her head on my left breast, and closing her eyes.

Time seemed to cease for us, and we just retreated into a s*x-induced coma. Neither of us had anywhere to be today, thankfully, so we both began to lose the futile fight against sleep.

***

We awoke later as Skylar prowled through the house swearing about the stink of s*x. We pretended to be out cold, and she soon opted to steer clear of my bedroom. Nadia seemed to enjoy the way I was sort of hiding from my younger friend. I did not feel like explaining our romance or our s****l activities right now. And I guess it would just allow Sky more time to sulk, brood, and eventually come to terms with the fact that Nadia was not going anywhere again.

Nadia was still privy to my thoughts, and for some reason, this did not bother me. I could see her very core-self. I could see how beautiful her soul was, despite the plethora of scars and the darkness she had witnessed in her life.