Promises and Pomegranates by Sav R. Miller

most satisfying delicacy he’s ever tasted, and his sounds spur me on,
dragging out shock after shock as my orgasm pounds through me.
My body slowly drifts back to Earth’s orbit as he disentangles himself
from me, my juices coating his mouth. He wipes his lips and fingers over the
scar on my thigh, as if in some kind of post-lunch ritual.
Pushing to his feet, he smooths his hands down over his chest and rights
my skirt, leaving my breasts exposed to the air. I note the outline of his cock,
barely constrained by his pants, as he pauses to admire the rise and fall of my
chest.
“Such pretty skin,” he says, eyes locking onto the cut he likes to draw
from each time we fuck.
“Mark it,” I say, my voice barely a whisper.
His eyes snap to mine, blazing with unabashed desire. He swallows
thickly, his Adam’s apple jumping, and takes a step closer. “Yeah? You’d
like that?”
I nod, licking my lips, letting myself look between us again. Even though
I’ve just come, my body soars to life at the evidence of his arousal, my pussy
clenching as if starved.
Reaching out, he cups my breasts, squeezing the undersides in his palms,
then sweeps his thumbs over the pebbled peaks. “On your knees, then.”
That’s not exactly what I had in mind, I think, dropping to repay the favor
anyway. Willing to do whatever it takes to keep this man looking at me like I
hung the stars in the sky with my bare hands.
Maybe, for a man so used to the dark of night, that’s exactly what I did.
He unbuckles his pants, slowly dragging the zipper down one tooth at a
time. Shallow breaths spill from my chest as I blink up at him, mouth level
with his cock when it bobs free, curving slightly up toward his abdomen.
My mouth waters at the sight of his thick, veiny erection, and
immediately I lean in to kiss the purple crown. I haven’t given many blow
jobs, as he’s seemed somewhat reluctant to receive them, but the hiss that
escapes each time my mouth connects with him makes me feel like I’m doing
something right.
Kal threads his fingers through the hair above my ears, holding me in
place with his cockhead against my lips.
“I want to tell you everything about me,” he says, moving my head from
side to side, coating my flesh in the pearly beads of precum oozing from his
tip. “You make me want to spill every secret I’ve ever had, Elena. That’s not