2. Union of Spirits

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The ride from the banquet hall to the hotel was short enough to wonder why we needed a shuttle at all, but I'm not one to argue with the goodwill of a family wealthy enough to put everyone up for the night. God knows some of us need it. After stopping by my room to freshen up, I find 412 and approach the door.

My hands are getting clammy, and my heartbeat is more pronounced by the second. Leaning into my nerves, I give two raps on the door and wait. You answer, wrapped in a bathrobe with still wet hair swept behind you, some of it still clinging to your cheek.

God, you're beautiful. A playful smile spread across your face again, your eyes bright in the otherwise dim room. It's contagious, and I can't help but smile, some of my nerves breaking.

I'd say thank God you're here, but it is your room. You close the door and turn to me, your back resting against it. Turning to you, I take your face in hand and bring it close to mine.

Not kissing, not just yet. Just feeling that closeness, the slow run of your hand around my waist pulling me closer. I can feel myself expanding below and graze my face against yours as you turn your lips to mine in a wet kiss.

I dip my hand into the part in your robe and take your warm skin in hand, tracing you with my thumb and letting my fingers press into your softness. As your cloth belt falls loose and you unwrap, I can feel your bare pussy radiating heat against me. I press into it with the firm center of my waist to let you know how mutual that heat is.

You gasp, breaking our kiss, and I gently but firmly pull your head to the side so I can explore your neck with my mouth, my lips, my tongue. You're pulling my ass towards you, causing the trapped bulk of my cock to course against you with every slow tug. I can hear your shuddering breaths inches away as I graze your spit-glazed neckline with my teeth, moving upward until I have your earlobe between them.

You push me back and onto the bed where I'm able to take my shirt off, but before I confess with my pants, you're on top of me, pushing me against the sheets and rocking your wetness against the pulsing bulge in my pants. Fuck. I want to taste you.

I want you to fuck my face. I smile as I tell you this, biting my lip as that fucking grin spreads across your face again. I slide up the length of the bed and you ready yourself above me, gripping the headboard.

I can smell the pheromones radiating out of your soft lips, lubricated with your arousal. I take your ass in both hands and guide you down until you meet my parted mouth, salivating in anticipation of you. I let the fluid fill the valley in my tongue, then lift it to you like an offering, coating your opening with me, rubbing it between your lips with mine, with the tip of my nose, mixing it with your pre-cum and spreading that mixture around the sensitive skin between your thighs and your center.

I'm coating my face in you and it's making my heart race to hear the labored breaths escape you above. I return to center, squeezing your ass and bringing you to me again. I fill you with my tongue, your pre-cum coating it as it makes its way back and forth between your walls.

You adjust to let your weight rest on me as you rock your hips back and forth over my face, nodding under you, moving with my tongue, letting my nose dip in and out of you, brushing against your clit as I exit. I can feel you getting wetter and I angle myself to better wrap my mouth around you, pushing into your clit with the head of my tongue, making slow circles around its swollen tip. Oh, moaning into you, feeding off of your anguish writhing above me, letting the strands of our juices hang loosely between us when you lift yourself, sealing my face against you when you press into me again.

You lift one last time and make your way down to finish the job I had hardly started with my jeans. I'm heavy and wet inside of them, and when we manage to get them off, you take my stiff cock in your hand and grip it tight, letting me throb in your hand, my already shining tip releasing a slow beat of pre-cum down over your fingers. Your eyes are bright again, but not with the same lighthearted playfulness as before, no, it's a determined look in them burning into me.

You kiss my dripping head and rub your lips across the underside, coating them with my wetness, giving my friendly limb a soft kiss with the flat of your tongue. Ah, then mounting me and pressing me into you finally, taking me into your warmth. I gasp, arching into you, letting you place my wrists above my head and use them as leverage to grind deeper over me.

Ah, I can feel every inch of the smooth ridges and warm walls inside of you, occasionally pressing so deep that I feel that firm resistance against my tip that makes you gasp before letting up again, exposing my soaking shaft to the cool air of the room. You fuck me slowly, letting the heat of our bodies expand between us and kiss my neck. The softness of your lips sends a chill through my side, amplified by the sharp surprise of your teeth making their impression on the girth of my throat.

If you weren't holding my hands back, I'd be pressing your head deeper into me. Instead, I just manage to whisper, HIDER. You lock onto me and I can feel your tongue making slow circles between bites.

You're really taking control now, rocking into me like you're trying to scratch an itch that just can't quite be reached. I can hear the wet smacking of air escaping our kissing genitalia, and it's making me so hot my whole body is tensing. I break out of your grasp and I take hold of your ass, moving you back and forth on my cock, rocking you over it back and forth and back and forth and back and forth as it sits rock hard inside of you.

You wrap your arms around my shoulders and cry out into my neck as I can feel my climax arriving. Fuck. I pull out of you and a thick rope of cum shoots up, grazing your belly and lining mine.

The rest slowly oozes out with heavy throbs. You wrap your hand around me again, as if to say, this is mine. And then you run your fingers over my cooling strand, coating them with milky white and dipping it into my open mouth.

I gladly suck your fingers of my seed, swallowing and continuing to kiss all over your fingers, taking us in. You lie next to me and I pull you into a calm kiss. We don't say anything.

Just hold each other. Both sets of eyes full of that bright glow, until slowly they close.