In the Universe (R-18)

In a high-rise apartment overlooking R-City, Caspian watched as Wavygyaza stepped from the bathroom; not closing the door behind her. Hugging her body was a rouge towel, her blond hair damp and her pink eyes limpid as they darted away from his.

This hadn't been her stated reason for inviting him back to her place, but after dinner and realizing the instant connection and compatibility they shared, one thing had led to another.

"You go first," she said.

He didn't mind.

Caspian rose from her luxurious bed and shed his boxer briefs.

Wavygyaza's eyes widened for a moment, her gaze falling and freezing on him. "N-Not bad..." she murmured.

"Your turn."

A faint wisp of steam seemed to rise from her skin, a sign of her flustered state. She reached for a water bottle on the nearby table and took a long swallow. Then, with a deep breath, she let the towel fall.

Caspian's gaze lingered, which caused her to spin around to hide from his wandering glances.

He then came up behind her and curled his arms around her waist before pulling her back against him. His erection settled between her thighs, the tip gliding against the wet heat of her core.

"Mhm~"

"Was that okay?" he asked in a murmur.

"Y-Yes…"

"Hey, look up."

She tilted her head up; allowing for their eyes to meet in the bathroom mirror. Reactively, she covered her face but still peeked through the gaps in her fingers, letting the steam rise from her skin this time without reaching for the water.

"I'm going to move."

Wavygyaza gave a shy nod. And with that, he pumped his hips; the friction was exquisite, a pleasure so sharp it made his breath hitch. He felt her shudder as the length of him slid against her slick folds, pressing against her clit with each practiced stroke.

His tempo hastened, causing a slick sound to permeate her bedroom; his skin slapping against her plump and perky bottom. Her respiration faltered in response; quiet sighs deepened into sweet moans. Through their mirror's image, he witnessed her neglected mounds bouncing with every thrust.

So he reached around and let his hands discover her breasts. His touch was firm: a gentle squeeze, then a playful pinch of one hardened nipple. Her back arched; a sharp gasp escaped her lips.

As his fingers danced over her chest, massaging her soft mounds, she reacted. Her own hand rose, covering his, pressing his palm tighter against her.

"Don't s-stop~!" she cried out.

Her plea was all the fuel he needed. He drove his hips against her. His tempo grew faster. Harder. His fingers continued their ministrations on her breasts. Her body trembled. It twisted tighter and tighter. Before it convulsed. A sharp shout of release tore from her throat as she climaxed against him. Her orgasm pulsed against his strained shaft. It was the final push he needed.

Caspian's hips jerked. His own release was imminent. He felt his muscles lock; pleasure peaked in a blinding rush.

She reacted in that split second. Her movements were swift. She pulled her hands free and swept them down between her legs. His hot seed pulsed from his tip just as she caught every drop in her cupped palms.

He leaned into her while watching her reflection in the mirror. She slowly brought her hands up. Her gaze never left his as she extended her tongue and lapped up all the hot pearlescent fluid. The act was so unexpectedly intimate and sensual; it sent a fresh wave of heat through him.

Caspian lifted her into his arms and carried her a few steps to the luxurious bed. He laid her down on the plush mattress; his eyes searched hers for any sign of hesitation. Moving between her parted thighs, he knelt before her.

"Are you certain?"

She didn't speak. Instead, she reached up — her hand grabbing the back of his neck — and pulled him down until their foreheads touched. "Yes," she breathed against his lips.

His hands found her ankles, lifting her legs high to rest against his chest, settling her into a position of complete openness, of total vulnerability. He aimed his tip at her entrance before he entered her; she gasped, a sharp, sudden intake of breath as her body stretched to accept him for the first time. He felt her tense beneath him and immediately went still. "Wavygyaza?"

"Don't stop," she whispered in a determined tone. "Please... continue."

That was all the permission he needed. He slid deeper into her and observed her expression shifting from nervousness to wonder, and lastly to a dawning, all-consuming pleasure. Her inner walls were genuinely scorching; a searing heat that would destroy a normal man. For him, it was just an exquisite brand of fire: a tight molten sheath that gripped him impossibly well.

Caspian deepened his thrusts into a powerful, churning motion, and her head tossed on the pillows. Her moans, once sweet and hesitant, now pitched higher into desperate cries of pleasure. Her back arched off the bed, trying to take him even deeper. "Caspian~ please...!"

He felt his own control slipping, her raw pleasure pushing him to a breaking point. He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear, and asked, "Whose Wavygyaza are you?!"

Her answer was a delirious, triumphant scream as her body convulsed. "I'M YOUR WAVYGYAZA!"

That declaration was her undoing; a powerful orgasm wracked her body. Her scorching inner walls pulsed around him in a fiery, undeniable claim, drenching his cock in her own wet heat. The sight and feeling of her, so completely lost and screaming his name, shattered his control. His movements became a blur; a frantic, overwhelming tempo. A groan escaped his throat as he let go, flooding her with his seed, filling her completely.

They collapsed together, his body covering hers, their harsh breathing the only sound in the room. A hazy, ecstatic smile touched her lips. With a flick of her finger, a bottle of water floated from the bedside table, uncapping itself as it hovered near her mouth.

After taking a long drink, she looked up at him, a delirious, challenging glint in her eyes. "You can cum inside me all you want," she taunted. "My internal temperature will kill all your sperm, anyway."

He stole her lavish lips in a deep kiss. "I'll knock you up."

Wavygyaza's eyes blazed with a fierce, challenging light. "I'll hold you to it!"

A comfortable silence settled between them then, broken only by the sound of their slowing breaths. He brushed a stray strand of blonde hair from her sweat-laden forehead. The intensity of the moment had receded; leaving behind a profound sense of peace.

"I love you, Wavygyaza," he whispered, the words feeling more real and necessary than any he had ever spoken.

Her breath hitched, and a single, happy tear escaped from the corner of her eye. She smiled, a genuine, unguarded smile that lit up her entire face. "I love you too, Caspian."

Their feeling felt more right than anything else in the universe.