Amara – Reunion

Author's note: this is from Seraphina's point of view

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I squirmed in Duke's bed, surrounded by his scent and I licked my lips while remembering his hot erection in my mouth. The texture was indescribable, and I really wanted to taste him again.

Last night, with my tongue, I traced every vein along his shaft, and the pulsating as he shoot his seed down my throat nearly made me come.

I didn't realize that by pleasuring him I will get so turned on. It's like Duke is my own personal aphrodisiac.

His flavor, his scent, his warmth, his sounds… it was all highly addictive, and I craved for more.

I scrambled out of the bed and found a t-shirt that he removed from me last night. I pulled it over my head and confirmed that it reached half of my thighs.

As I made my way into the kitchen, I wondered what Duke's expression will be when he realizes that I'm not wearing panties (or his boxer shorts).

I paused at the door at the sight of Duke who was busying himself around the stove. He was wearing only sweatpants, leaving his top exposed. I gaped at the visual feast that his muscular back provided. Delicious.

I was sure that I didn't make a sound, yet he glanced at me.

"Good morning, beautiful.", he said with a smile that made me hold my breath. "You looked tired, so I let you sleep."

"Good morning. What are you making?"

"I'm up for a while and I got hungry, so I was making a quick omelet. Do you want one also? Or we can share this one and I can make more if needed."

He said that he is up for a while, but I knew already that it only meant up from the bed, as he didn't sleep at all.

I approached Duke and hugged him from the back. I took a deep breath, inhaling his scent with a hint of a shower gel which told me that he freshened up recently. How can a man smell so good?

The heat in my core increased and I pressed my legs together, the slight breeze reminded me that I'm not wearing any panties and it only turned me on more. 

"I am hungry, but I don't feel like an omelet.", I said. Who cares about food when there is a scrumptious man right in front of me?

Duke turned off the stove and pushed the pan further away from the edge before facing me slowly with his arms up in the air so that he doesn't smack me because I didn't release my hold on him.

He kissed my forehead and hugged me loosely.

"What do you feel like? There are few things I can make, or I can run to the bakery or…" Duke stopped talking abruptly and hissed when I bit his left nipple.

He looked at me in confusion that quickly turned into surprise when I yanked his sweatpants down.

"Serina…"

"Shh!", I interrupted him. Whatever he wanted to say, I didn't want to hear it.

"I am hungry for something only you can give me…", I couldn't believe that the sultry voice came from me.

Horny made me bold and it is Duke's fault I turned into a wanton woman!

Duke's eyes shook when my hand wrapped around his shaft over his boxer shorts.

He was hot and ready, and I felt my core clench in need for him to fill me up.

Last night I was reluctant, fearing that I will mess up and embarrass myself, but now there was no shame.

I wanted to see his blissful expression and I wanted to taste him.

I got down on my knees and pulled his underwear down.

His erection sprang free right in front of my face in its full glory, and I licked my lips eagerly.

His tip glistened with precum, and he jolted when I ran my tongue along his slit. Mmm, that's the salty taste from last night.

My core throbbed, demanding to be filled and confirming that Duke is my personal aphrodisiac. But I couldn't do that without risking to fall asleep again. Last night was one thing, but if it happens again, Duke will be worried because I have no explanation for sleeping randomly during the day.

I decided to ignore my burning body and focus on satisfying my hunger.

I took him into my mouth like a starved woman and I enjoyed the way he filled up my mouth cavity.

His shaft pulsated as it was getting bigger, and I looked up to see Duke staring at me with unfocused eyes as his chest heaved for air. His hands gripped the edge of the stove behind him to the point of his knuckles turning white.

I was elated to know that I can bring him into this state. It was empowering.

I maintained eye contact as my head bobbed while taking him into my mouth repeatedly, and my hand pumped the length that didn't fit.

His eyes rolled at the back of his head when I squeezed his balls. The books say that this is very stimulating, and there was one more thing…

My finger found a hard spot, just behind his scrotum and I applied pressure on it.

"FUCK!", Duke squeezed through his teeth and grabbed my hair, guiding my head and setting the pace to a faster one, just like last night.

He was thrusting into my mouth, reaching deeper than I would take him on my own and I was surprised I didn't gag.

Duke tip hit down my throat and my reflex to swallow squeezed him, pushing him over the edge.

Duke grimaced and hissed a curse. The pace of his thrusts increased, and then I felt the pulsating of his shaft against my tongue and his whole body shuddered.

I hungrily drank his release, not wasting a single drop.

Some resources mentioned how semen doesn't taste good, and I was ready to suggest diet changes so that it tastes better, but Duke's flavors were out of this world.

After a second time, I can confidently say that he tastes amazing, like a potent drug that causes severe addiction.

I licked him clean, and I even sucked a little, to make sure nothing is left. And then I looked up into his flushed face, admiring my handiwork. He was beyond handsome.

The euphoria that came over me was indescribable.

The man I dreamed about is right in front of me, coming down from his high because of something I did. I did this. I made him touch the Heaven.

The pride of my accomplishment was stronger than when I successfully created my first pill using alchemy after almost one hundred failures.

I got up slowly, pulling Duke's underwear and his sweatpants back up.

Duke grinned at me without a word spoken and the happiness that radiated from him couldn't be faked. It was contagious.

I slapped his buttock playfully. "Thank you for the breakfast."

Duke's eyes flashed in surprise and then he let out a carefree chuckle, full of delight. "You are welcome. Anytime."

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