Chapter 22

CHAPTER TWENTY-TWO

Dorrin woke to the twin sensations of a raging erection and a woman in his arms, his mind a muddled ball of confusion for a moment before his senses cleared.

Oh. That happened, he slowly recalled.

He slowly turned his head and looked at the naked woman whose limbs were now intertwined with his, her breasts firmly pressing into his body, her cheeks still flush from the prior night's escapades. His cock reacted on instinct alone, pulsing with instant want at the sight of her. The smell. The feel of her warm skin on his. The memory of all the delightful things they had done the night before.

No. It was just releasing stress, he chided himself. We agreed. It was a one-off, nothing more.

But as he felt her heart beating against him, her breathing slow and regular, he couldn't help but feel something in his chest. It had been so long since he'd been with a woman. Since he'd been at ease enough to even consider it. And yet now here he was, and with this one. The human he'd been saddled with against his will.

He didn't like her, did he? No, of course not. It was the opposite. No, he didn't like her. Not one bit. It was impossible. And yet, something in his gut called him a liar, and deep down he knew that voice was correct.

Dorrin shifted his hips, pulling away from her slightly, his cock stiff with morning wood, its firmness more than a little helped by the beautiful naked woman beside him. A woman who groggily roused at his movement.

"What—" she muttered.

"Shhhh. Sleep."

"Mmm," she seemed to agree, but her hand was slowly moving over his body, feeling his muscles as it slid lower until it grazed his rigid cock.

Oh. But we shouldn't ? —

A surge of pulsing sensation made his member move, and in her half-sleeping state Ziana's hand stroked it almost without realizing as she rolled on top of him. Still in a semi-dream she lowered herself onto him, sliding his cock in to the hilt, a happy smile creasing her lips as she buried her face in his neck, tasting his salty skin and the raging pulse just beneath it.

Ziana ground against him, riding him slowly, gently churning on his girthy manhood, her clit pressed firmly into him, sending happy bursts of pleasure surging through her body.

He reached up and cupped her ass with his enormous hands as she moved, spreading her wider, easing the way for his cock, now slick with her juices. He was beside himself. Barely awake and suddenly embroiled in a slow and sensual fuck the likes of which he'd never experienced. The sensations were so strong, so intense, he almost cried out from the sensory overload.

"Oh, God," he groaned, a hand sliding to her breast, cupping it as he gently squeezed her nipple.

Ziana snapped out of her daze, suddenly very much aware of what she was doing. She froze, eyes locked on his.

"It was just a one-time thing," she said, doubt in her voice.

"It was," he replied. "We can stop."

They stared at one another a long moment, neither moving. But Dorrin's cock had other ideas, twitching inside her in the most delightful way entirely of its own accord. He saw the look in her eyes, her pupils going wide as pleasure and desire flared hard inside her. And he felt the same way.

"Fuck it," he said, rolling them both over in a fluid motion, his hips moving steady and firm, driving his cock deep inside her. "I want you to take it," he growled in her ear, their bodies flushing hot with passion in sync. "Take every last bit I give you."

"Yesssss," she moaned, the abrupt shift in his energy, the gleam of barely restrained want in his eyes and the way it felt like he was taking her and claiming her as his own making her nearly climax from the sheer mental hotness of it all. It was like she'd fantasized on occasion, but this reality was so much better. "Fuuuuccck!" she cried out as his lips latched onto her nipple, sucking hard, his hands grabbing hers and holding them above her head as he pounded into her. "Yes. Yessss!"

The intensity flared, his fingers switching it up, snaking through her hair as he held her head tight. Ziana's nails dug into his back and shoulders despite how short she'd been keeping them. The two rolled off the bed and onto the floor without missing a beat, Ziana landing on top, riding him like a mad woman.

She came hard as her clit slammed into his pelvis, his cock stretching her to her limits in the most incredible way. Dorrin came seconds later, shooting a blast of cum into her as they both cried out from the intensity.

He lifted her off his erection and spun her around, bending her over the bed and driving into her from behind, one hand on her hip, the other on her back, pressing her into the bed, his own cum slicking him as he plunged into her. She grabbed the sheets hard, nearly tearing them as another enormous orgasm ripped through her from the sheer depth of him overwhelming her senses.

Her vision went blurry, her eyes watering so fast she couldn't see for a moment. Dorrin pulled her up, her back arching as he wrapped his arm around her, cupping her breast firmly as he thrust into her hard and steady from behind.

"Mine," he growled, his body shuddering as he came again.

It was something he'd always been able to do. To come repeatedly. But never had it been like this. So frantic. So hard. And back-to-back-to-back.

He pulled out and stood, spinning her around and lifting her up into the air by her ass then setting her onto his cock as they slammed into the wall, fucking like wild beasts, clawing at each other, biting one another's neck, shoulders, and chests. Furniture broke and decorations were shattered as the two frantically reveled in one another all over their bungalow until finally, quite some time later, they lay in a sweaty, heaving heap on the floor surrounded by what looked like a tornado's aftermath.

Dorrin gently kissed the dazed woman in his arms on her forehead, an unfamiliar feeling of tenderness and care welling up within him. They'd been through some things together, and that had, in a very unusual way, brought them far closer than either had realized. And the shift from reluctant, and almost hateful, teammates to lovers had been as abrupt as it had been amazing.

What in the world was that? he marveled as he lay quietly in the aftermath of their epic sex. I never knew that was possible. Not for me.

"What are you thinking?" Ziana asked, looking at his handsome face with sex-dazed eyes.

He grinned and kissed her gently. "Just that we are covered in bruises, scrapes, and all sorts of marks. And they weren't there after we left the caverns."

Ziana laughed, and, crazy as it seemed, Dorrin thought it was the most delightful sound he'd ever heard.

"Let ‘em wonder," she said, burying her face in his neck and biting hard.

"Hey!"

She switched to his lips, kissing him passionately, her tongue dancing with his before she pulled back to stare at his beautiful, manly face. "One more won't make a difference," she chuckled.

He felt his cock stir yet again, a wicked gleam sparkling in his eye. "I suppose not. And speaking of one more."

The pair reveled in each other yet again. Regardless of whatever might await them later, at least for now this was a perfect morning and moment of grace.