Dark Star - Part 2

Candace Heart and Deju sprawled across the white duvet on their back porch, the afternoon sun painting their skin gold. One moment they kissed lazily, lips grazing. The next, hands were everywhere—Candace’s thumb flicking over Deju’s nipple, rolling it into a hard bead, Deju’s fingers slipping between Candace’s thighs and finding her already slick. Deju pushed two fingers inside her. Candace moaned, thighs parting wider, hips lifting to take more. She dragged her nails down Deju’s back, then reached lower, palm pressing against his cock before curling around the shaft, stroking in a slow, tight rhythm. Sweat gathered at the hollow of Deju’s throat. Candace licked it away, then bit. He pulled his fingers free, slick and shining, and replaced them with the head of his cock. She was tight—hot—soaked. He slid in deep. Candace cried out, one leg hooking over his hip to draw him farther in. They moved hard, bodies slapping in the quiet air. Deju drove into her with quick, greedy strokes; Candace met every thrust, back arching, breasts brushing his chest. She came first, nails digging into his shoulders, a sharp broken sound escaping her throat. He followed seconds later, buried to the hilt, pulsing inside her. Afterwards they lay tangled, the only sound the creak of the porch swing and the soft tick of cooling skin.