CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT: Cassandra
I stood on the balcony wrapped in a blanket waiting for Devin to appear on the stairs below. The sky above was black as ink now, with a million stars twinkling brightly and the full moon on the rise. The night air was crisp and the blanket felt warm around my naked body. I let the blanket drop from my breasts so the cool air could kiss my nipples until they were hard. I wedged my right nipple in the crook of my fingers and gave it a little squeeze and a tug, just a preview of things to come.
I heard screams and applause and music and coming from the lodge below and knew the torch had been passed. Yonas was the Yoni Master now. Devin McMasters—Devin Walker—was now simply a man.
My man.
And no one else’s.
I spotted him coming across the stone patio, his white shirt aglow in the moonlight like fluttering angel’s wings. He started up the long staircase toward the villa, taking the steps two by two. I went back inside and made sure everything was ready for his surprise.
The candles were lit.
The air heavy with the scent of cinnamon and lilac.
The massage table was all set, covered in towels to absorb our mess.
Soft music drifted from the speakers hidden in the ceiling.
When Devin came in the door and saw me standing next to the massage table, naked, cupping my breasts, tugging gently on my hard nipples, juices flowing between my legs, he smiled.
“My surprise is that you get a massage?” he asked, peeling off the white shirt as he crossed the room. He kicked off his sandals and pushed his pants and underwear down his legs. His cock was already plump in anticipation of his hands and lips on my body.
Devin put his hands around my waist and slid them down to my ass. He clenched my ass cheeks and pulled me in to him. I could feel his cock getting hard as it pressed against my mound.
“Actually,” I said, putting my hands around his neck and pulling his face down to my lips. “The surprise is that you are getting the massage, not giving it.”
He pulled back and blinked at me, as if the concept of him being on the receiving end of a massage was something he’d never considered. “Me? Wow… Okay… What would you like me to do?”
“Lie down on your stomach,” I said, gesturing toward the table.
“Can I lie on my back?” he asked, glancing down at his cock, which was fully hard and sticking out like a third arm. “I’m not sure I can lie on my stomach with this going on.”
I wrapped my fingers around his cock and gave it a little squeeze. His eyes rolled back in his head and he moaned. “Fine, I can rub your back after this goes down.”
He shuddered out a breath and let me lead him to the table with his cock in hand, like a prized bull on a leash. “Now, lie down and get comfy while I warm the oil.”
“I’d rather have the oil that’s between your legs,” he said playfully as he slid on to the table and lay back with his hands behind his head. His cock stuck up strong and true like the mast of a great ship. I couldn’t resist pumping it with my hand a few times and pressing my lips to the tip just to say hello.
“Fuck, that feels good…” he said, smiling with his eyes closed. “Suck my cock, baby… You know what I like…”
“Patience,” I said quietly, my hand still sliding up and down the thick muscle, squeezing little drops of precum from the slit. I licked the salty juice away, then pulled back my hand.
“Hey… where are you going…”
“Close your eyes… Focus on your breathing… Shhh….”
As Devin did as commanded, I went to the warmer and filled my palms with the lavender-scented oil. I rubbed it between my hands and went to the end of the table and began massaging his size-thirteen feet.
“Mmmm… I have never had my feet rubbed…” he said, eyes still closed, sighing the words. “I had no idea what I’d been missing.”
“Just you wait,” I said, my hands sliding up the front of his legs, massaging the muscles along the sides, kneading them with my fingers and thumbs like thick cylinders of bread dough. My hands slid to his thighs, digging into the muscle, rubbing, carefully avoiding his hard cock and balls, which twitched when my fingers got close to it.
“Can we just forego the rest of the massage and fuck?” he asked.
“Shhh…. Breathe… And shut up…”
My hands went around the sides of his legs and up his hips, bypassing his cock, then meeting back at his curly patch. I massaged it gently with my thumbs, then let my hands travel up his flat stomach to his chest. I got more oil and rubbed it into his chest, lingering on his hard nipples, rolling them under my thumb, smiling at the juices oozing from the tip of his cock even without me touching it.
“Fuck… Cass…” he moaned. “You’re gonna make me cum without even touching me…”
“Don’t worry,” I said as my hands went across his broad shoulders and up his arms. “I won’t let that happen.” I leaned down and pressed my lips to his. His tongue immediately sprang out like a hungry snake sniffing the air for its next meal. He opened his mouth and sucked my tongue inside. I felt his hand between my legs, fingers gliding back and forth over my moist cunt lips. I knew at that moment the massage was pretty much over and the fucking was about to begin. No surprise there….
My oily hand found his cock and balls. I massaged the oil into his sack, softening it, feeling the cushy little balls inside roll under my fingers. My hand slid up and wrapped around his cock. I could feel his heart beating in my hand. I started sliding my palm up and down, taking the head in my cupped hand and twisting it around. Devin moaned in my mouth.
“I want you…” he said, putting his hands on my arms and pulling me on top of him. “I want your hot pussy on my cock… now… fuck me… Cass… fuck me now…”
I climbed onboard, straddling his cock, lowering my sopping pussy onto the purple head, which slid right in thanks to the oil and the juices gushing from my hole. I put my hands on his chest as he put his hands on my hips and forced me down, impaling my pussy with his hard cock hard enough to knock the breath out of me.
I gasped, moaned, sighed... I could feel his cock everywhere inside me, as if my entire body was stretching and shifting to accommodate his size.
“Fuck…” I moaned. “Surprise… surprise…”
“I love… surprises,” he said, his fingers digging into my waist as he forcefully pulled me down and up on his cock. It was like being on a wonderful ride. All I could do was hang on tight and hoped it never would end.
Devin’s cock seemed to grow larger the more we fucked. I could feel it stretching my pussy, going in deeper, deeper, ramming my cervix, setting my entire body on fire.
“Fuck… Cass… I’m cumming…” he said, bouncing me up and down like a rag doll. I curled my fingers into his chest and hung on for the ride.
The orgasm came quickly, out of nowhere. It was quickly followed by another and another as I showered Devin’s cock and balls with nature’s own hot oils. He arched his back and groaned like a wild animal. My belly grew warm as he filled my cunt with this seed, hot and milky, wonderfully fulfilling…
“Holy fuck….” Devin moaned, tossing his head back as he pumped me full. “Fuck… fuck… fuck…”
I opened my eyes to watch him cum, his face twisted, his eyes squeezed tight, teeth gritted, thick veins popping out across his shoulders and neck. When it was over, I collapsed on top of him. We were an oily, sweaty, juicy mess. And I loved it!
“My god… that was… incredible… I said with a sigh, my forehead pressed to his, gazing into his eyes, trying to catch my breath. “You make my Yoni very happy… My Yoni really loves you.”
“I love you and your Yoni…” he sighed, giving me a kiss between gasps of air.
I wiggled my nose to his. “Because I plan such great surprises?”
He smiled. “That, and because you really are the one.”