Connie Bailey Moonlight, Tiger, and Smoke [Dreamspinner MM] (pdf)

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enough?" he asked.
Moonlight's instructor had always spent several minutes on
this step, using fingers and a slim dildo. The sensei had told
him that without the stretching, the initial penetration would
hurt. Moonlight didn't care. Pain was temporary. He was as
eager for his first time as Tiger was. "I want you inside me
now," he said.
Tiger dropped the pot onto the floor, smearing the oil from
his fingers onto his cock. Trembling with eagerness, he slid
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his thighs under Moonlight's ass and shifted around until he
was in what he considered a good position.
Moonlight looked up into Tiger's eyes and urged him on.
His heartbeat doubled as the tip of Tiger's dick nuzzled his ass
cheeks and pressed against his hole. He braced himself, and
then the head was inside him. Moonlight took a deep breath,
and before he could let it out, Tiger thrust again. Biting his lip
to hold in a groan, Moonlight willed his muscles to relax.
Tiger sagged forward, lost in the powerful sensation,
sinking another two inches into the velvet vise. "So good," he
breathed.
Moonlight's heart expanded until it crowded the cage of his
ribs. The ache in his lower half faded in the force of his love
for the one joined to him. He still felt the pain, but it was a
small thing next to his passion and soon forgotten. The only
thing that mattered was that he and Tiger loved each other.
He didn't know why he'd been sent to Tiger as his first
mission, but he was sure that the only pertinent factor in the
decision was how the outcome benefited the Kagehito.
Moonlight didn't care. He was just glad he was here in this
moment, sharing this splendor with the one he loved most in
the world. This was worth any price.
"Do what you want," Moonlight said tenderly. "For your
first time, I want you to have the freedom to do just as you
feel. Try not to think. Let your instincts guide you."
"I feel like I'm going to explode," Tiger panted as his full
length sank into the clinging sheath.
Moonlight reached up to brush back the uneven bangs that
hung over Tiger's forehead. His full lips curved up in a sweet
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smile as he gazed into his lover's eyes. "Don't hold back," he
said.
A shiver ran the length of Tiger's spine as the entrance to
Moonlight's sheath tightened around his cock. His eyelids
fluttered and a soft groan leaked from between his lips. "So
sweet."
Moonlight anticipated the burn as Tiger withdrew. When
Tiger thrust back in, Moonlight relaxed as he'd been taught.
The oil eased the friction, making the penetration tolerable for
him until he was stretched enough to enjoy it physically as
well as emotionally. Lifting his butt, he tilted his pelvis so that
Tiger's next thrust passed over his prostate.
Tiger opened his eyes at the sound of Moonlight's soft
moan. He thrust again and Moonlight met him halfway.
Tiger's excitement rose another notch, and the intimations of
something wonderful just ahead spurred him on. Wrapping
his hands around Moonlight's hips, Tiger thrust in short, quick
strokes as he watched Moonlight's carved features go soft
with pleasure. When Moonlight reached down to take hold of
himself, Tiger got there first. Taking a firm grip on Moonlight's
hardening cock, Tiger stroked it from root to tip in rhythm
with his thrusts.
"Tiger!" Moonlight gasped as a powerful climax crashed
through him like an avalanche. He knew it was coming, but
its magnitude shocked him. Not once in all the times his
instructor had made him come had he felt like this. To
compare the experiences would be like spitting into a
waterfall. Breathless and shaking, Moonlight clutched at the
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silken coverlet as the flood of pleasure crashed through him,
spreading outward to every fiber of his being.
Tiger felt Moonlight's cock pulse against his palm and
watched the stream of milky fluid spurt from the tip. An
answering pulse behind Tiger's pubic bone triggered his
climax. Leaning forward, he pushed Moonlight's knees farther
apart and thrust deeper. Savoring the look of transported
bliss on Moonlight's face, Tiger plunged in and out a handful
of times as he released his seed. The feeling that suffused
him had a mystical element that he didn't question as he
reveled in the fleshly pleasure of his sated cock ensconced in
the snug sheath. He couldn't get close enough to Moonlight
and bent his lover double so he could kiss him.
Moonlight was exceedingly limber and had no trouble with
the position. He reached up to weave his fingers into Tiger's
hair and returned the kiss, drawing it out, easing them both
through the aftershocks and into the afterglow. With
unhurried caresses, he coached Tiger on when to pull out,
and then coaxed him down to lie chest to chest. He could feel
Tiger's galloping heart begin to slow its pace as they
exchanged several more short, sweet kisses that melded into
another long, slow one.
"I've never felt anything like that," Tiger whispered into
Moonlight's ear.
"Me either."
"I want to do it again, but I want to rest a few minutes
first." Tiger shifted until he was on his back with Moonlight
against his side. His voice was grainy with exhaustion, but he
didn't want to sleep. He wanted to lie here with Moonlight in
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his arms until the world ended. "So what have you been doing
all these years that you've been neglecting your senpai?"
Tiger asked in what he hoped was a casual voice.
"The same thing you've been doing: improving."
"Good job." Tiger stroked his fingertips down Moonlight's
neck to his navel.
Moonlight's lips curved up in a pleased smile. "I'm glad you
approve."
"Seriously though, what sort of lessons did you have? I
don't think they were the same as mine." Tiger's lethargy
helped him keep his voice calm. While they were doing it,
he'd managed to avoid thinking about the fact that someone
had taught Moonlight about sex; the thought of anyone else
doing those things with Moonlight bothered him. He didn't
want to ask questions, but he couldn't stop himself.
"What have you been learning?" Moonlight's tone had a
slight edge, an unconscious response to the tension in Tiger's
voice.
"Most of the same things we were learning when you were
here, just more... intense, you know? I know how to use
dozens of weapons. I know how to study my opponent and
think like he does. I've started learning strategy on a bigger
scale, but "
"I've trained with weapons and strategy too," Moonlight
interrupted. He fell silent for a moment, reminding himself
that his calling was as honorable as any other before he
spoke again. "But you're right. My lessons were different."
"Tell me," Tiger said.
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"I learned how to sing and dance, how to arrange flowers
and write poetry." Moonlight paused. "They taught me how to
look at paintings...." His voice trailed off.
"What else?"
"I don't know how to say it. My new teacher taught me
about beauty. How to... appreciate it in many forms. How
to... create it. I doubt I'm making sense now."
"You're beautiful," Tiger murmured into Moonlight's hair.
"That's all I need to know."
"Tiger? Remember the first time we met?"
"Of course."
"Do you remember your mother?" Moonlight took a deep
breath. "I can't remember what my umma looked like. I can
hear her voice sometimes, but nothing else."
"What's the point of trying?" Tiger stroked Moonlight's
hair.
"You're right. I just feel like I've lost something that...." [ Pobierz całość w formacie PDF ]

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