The Girl with the Lyre Tattoo: Unrated

Could you really blame Adrian Ross for thinking of Lyra Hartstein in such a way? Was it wrong for him to fantasize?

So yes, he was aroused by the sight of her naked body. Yes, he was aroused by her impossibly perfect bubble butt, her flat chest with her puffy mounds and perky nipples, her toned belly and long slender legs, her smooth, creamy skin. Everything about Lyra aroused him. And as a result of biology, there was often a certain pressure in his lower region that demanded relief every time he was around her. Of course, there was more to a relationship than...that. Lyra was a wonderful person to be around, and she seemed to genuinely enjoy spending time with him, which was more than enough for him. But at the same time, he sometimes wished their relationship would delve into the more physical side of things. He wanted to cradle her in his arms, stare deep into her wide golden eyes, stroke her skin, comb his fingers through her silky teal hair. He wanted to passionately embrace her and consummate their love (perhaps not love. He was too young to fall in love).

What do men do before they take a shower? Clearly, they take off their clothes, and admire their appearance. Adrain was not exempt from this. Like any other male of his species, he would strip and often spend a moment or two to admire his physique in the mirror. In the privacy of the bathroom when he was about to take a shower, when he was naked and alone and his mind would wander, yes, he would think of sex.

The first steps had already been taken. They'd kissed, multiple times on multiple occasions. They cuddled plenty, and she certainly had been introduced to his little friend prodding her behind when they lay together on the couch. They slept in the same bed at night. One step away from taking off their clothes...and he couldn't do it. What was it out of? Fear? Most likely. Fear of being rejected in his advances. Fear of not being able to perform as a virgin. Fear of that horrifying situation when he...came too early and was unable to satisfy her.

Their lips met again and again, every which way.

How the heck did we end up like this?

In his hands he held two perfectly-shaped globes of flesh. He gave an experimental squeeze of her rear, running his palms up and down her smooth back, feeling the swell of her butt and cupping it.. Lyra gave a squeal of delight. He continued squeezing. His fingers explored, running over her back to her spine, her hips, her thighs, straying closer to the insides. He touched everything but what lay between her legs. He felt heat radiating from between her legs. She gave a frustrated groan, trying to grind her crotch closer to his digits. Lyra gave little sighs, moaning into their kisses, propping her chin up against his shoulder, her fingers clawing into his back. Body language dictated that he was to lavish her with kisses on her neck, to which he slowly obliged. He kissed the soft flesh of her long neck, moving slowly up towards the underside of her jaw, towards her ear. He took her earlobe between his lips in a daring move, gently nibbling and sucking. Lyra's soft breaths grew heavier and heavier, her voice cracking as he did so.

They rolled over, Lyra beneath Adrian. She moved his hands toward her chest, which heaved, rising and falling.

"Touch me."

His fingers squeezed and groped her modest breasts, his thumbs kneading her nipples, which were growing more and more erect with her arousal. He poked them, finding immense entertainment from playing with her breasts.

He poked her boob.

She giggled. "Stop!"

He grabbed both, bouncing them up and down.

Not that he hadn't before. Even when they cuddled Lyra let him squeeze them, but never this explicitly.

"Hee, that tickles."

That pressure in his pants made itself noticeable with a twitch, throbbing against the inside of Lyra's thigh.

"Oh!" she gasped, before she gave him a coy, knowing look.

He was too stunned to be able to say a word, reddening even more and more. Lyra rolled them both over, forcing his legs apart. The bulge in his pants was completely obvious now. She cooed, resting her head between his legs, right on his crotch, slowly, sensually beginning to strip him completely naked. Adrian shut his eyes, on the verge of passing out of embarrassment, suddenly feeling his member pop free, cool air touching the inside of his thighs. The flesh on his member was stretched tight.

Please don't laugh oh god...

"Is it too small?"

Lyra's eyes were wide as she slowly ran her fingers down the underside of his shaft. "Wow..."

Her touch made him suck in, his length twitching in response. Her cool fingers stroked his flesh, running up and down his shaft, making him hiss. Her thumb teased at his pink head.

"You shaved," she noted.

Their bodies meshed together as they pressed their foreheads together. Their legs intertwined as they kissed, his cock throbbing as it touched flesh. Unintentionally, he began to rub against her thigh. She began sliding down, planting kisses on his chest, his abs. She gave his butt a firm squeeze, straying lower and lower...

"L-Lyra? Where are you—a-ah!"

A sudden warmth engulfed the tip of his length. A little spurt of pre came from his tip, shooting into Lyra's mouth.

Lyra's pursed her lips, tentatively giving his tip a lick. She smacked her lips, tasting his precum. "Salty. A little warm. Not bad."

"L-Lyra..."

Without another word she opened her mouth slightly and leaned forward, taking half of his length into her mouth. Adrian let out a subdued sigh. He wasn't the type to let out manly guttural grunts and groans. Lyra slid her head lower, and bobbed her head. His penis slid between her slippery cheeks. She pulled up, coating his length with a trail of saliva.

"H-How did you get so g-good at t-this?" he groaned, his voice cracking suddenly.

Lyra swirled her tongue around his sensitive head, diving back down and swallowing some more, holding herself. Adrian could feel the warm tightness of her throat squeezing his cock. She pulled up, gasping a bit with a wet, sloppy pop.

"Research," Lyra panted, some juices drooling from the edge of her lips.

"R-Research?" he groaned, clutching at the sheets as she gave another lick.

"We have a fascination with mating, don't we?"

"P-Porn?" he sputtered.

"Well, if you wanna call it that."

She continued her stimulation, wrapping a hand around his length and bobbing her lips repeatedly over his tip.

He jerked his hips with a gasp. "Lyra I'm...really close."

She popped her mouth off and giggled. "Good."

She was relentless in her licks and kisses, and he found himself on the edge of release. Lyra suddenly swallowed his entire member, deepthroating him relentlessly, pulling up for a last gulp of air before shoving back down. Her thick, pursed lips tightened around the base of his cock.

"Ah!"

Her eyes locked with his, hypnotizing him as she eagerly awaited what was coming next. Adrian suddenly jerked his hips, feeling himself release. Her throat contracted as she swallowed his load, her eyes shutting as she struggled with wet slurps. She gasped, removing herself, a trail of saliva and cum dribbling from the edge of her lips as she coughed with a sly grin. A final, weak spurt of jizz hit her in the face. Lyra closed her eyes, milking his cock for all it was worth, jerking it and trying to paint her face with his load. She licked her lips, loving the warm cum dribbling down her messy face.

"How was that?"

Adrian lay passed out from his orgasm.

"Adrian?" Lyra said up, gently nudging him. "Adrian?"

He cracked an eye open and grinned. Lyra huffed and tickled him.

"Now it's your turn."

He gulped. He had absolutely no idea of what to do. But here she was, laying before him, ready for him to play with. He began to stall. He sat behind Lyra, who sat in his lap. His softening member was pressed against the cleft of her butt. His lips touched her spine, trailing up to her collarbone. Lyra shivered as he kissed the underside of her jaw, sucking at her soft flesh.

"Anngh...eep!"

His teeth nibbled gently. Lyra face was flushed. Her breathing was hard. Her hand idly played with her breast while Adrian played with another. She fell into his arms, looking up at him with pleading eyes as she spread her legs. He came around.

Her pussy was tight, if anything, and shaved as well. In the heat of the moment he was reminded of how books would describe them as "flowers" and until now, he hadn't the slightest clue as to what it meant. Now he understood. Her lips were blossoming, or rather, puffy and red, a bit of moisture on her inner lips, signalling her arousal. It was glistening.

She shifted her legs uncomfortably. "Stop staring," she said, flushing.

He used a thumb and gently spread her vaginal lips apart, teasing her engorged clit with his other thumb. Lyra let out a husky moan, bucking her hips.

"Stop teasing..."

"Stop this, stop that," he teased.

Lyra gave him a playful tap on the head.

Adrian leaned in, and suddenly gave a quick flick of the tongue. Lyra squirmed, letting out a high squeal. He took his hand, carefully sliding a finger inside. It was wet and warm. He felt her squeeze around his finger. His other hand moved upwards, taking her breast in hand, squeezing and teasing at her nipple. Lyra huffed, playing with her other breast, biting her lip as he began to work his fingers inside, his tongue licking at her clit. She tasted sweet.

Sex is an intimate act. There was more to it than simply the thrusting. There was foreplay, and communication.

"L-Like that," Lyra stammered, holding his head. "Up, up."

He sucked at her folds, delving in deeper. The more he thought about it, it was just like kissing. Lyra chewed at her thumb, her face flushed as she squirmed, her legs wrapping around his body. He licked and lapped at her pussy, inhaling her fleshy wet scent, trying to force his tongue deeper and deeper and suddenly finding it difficult. Her hole had gotten extremely tight. Lyra was convulsing, her dark puckered ring clenching several times. He realized she was having an orgasm.

Lyra let out a cry. Adrian was suddenly hit in the face with gushing fluids. He blinked, the realization slowly dawning upon him.

She was a squirter.

Of course, he couldn't let her away unscathed. He rose slowly, eyes screwed shut as if he'd been hosed down.

Lyra squealed and shoved him. "Shut up!"

"It is summer," he grinned.

Lyra was still panting. "That was...good."

Adrian grinned sheepishly. "Thanks."

"Ready to go again?"

He was stiff, and most definitely excited and aroused for what he hoped was coming next. Lyra spread her legs, pulling him closer and grasping his length in hand, slowly easing the tip inside of her entrance. His hips gently moved forward. He sucked in, the hot sensation of her flesh engulfing his cock a little too much. Lyra moaned as he filled her with one slow, gentle thrust. Adrian held himself inside of her. He felt her clench around his cock, her insides warm and moist. It was the most amazing thing in the world. Comparable to taking his length in a wet soapy hand in the shower and jerking furiously, except her pussy enveloped everything.

"Hah...How do you feel?"

"Full," she admitted. "I can feel it throbbing."

Without another word he slowly pulled himself out of her, leaving only his tip inside. He used a hand to lovingly brush a strand of her teal hair from her face. Her face was flushed. She gazed up at him expectantly. He slowly shoved himself back in, making her squeak.

From there it was a simple act. There were slow thrusts and fast thrusts and some in between. Sex was in all honesty, quite simple, if one were to remain describing the physical, biological aspect of it. But sex was meant to be emotional. They gazed into each others' eyes, punctuated each pause with loving kisses. Their hips were slick with juices.

"I...hah, can't believe," Adrian grunted, "we just had an awkward pause during..."

"—banging?"

Adrian suddenly burst into laughter mid-thrust, collapsing and falling onto her. Lyra laughed too, flushing, giving him a swat on the head.

Sex is an intimate act. Sex is a loving act. Sex is hilarious. Sex is gross.

"There's not much to do," Lyra panted. "At least, ungh! For you."

"Hah...yeah."

Adrian tried changing his speed. With all the self-control in the world he forced himself to slow down.

"W-Why did you stop?"

"New position?"

Lyra gave a frustrated huff. "Fine. I get to be on top. Your breath smells like ice cream."

Adrian lay on his back, his throbbing cock, glistening with juices exposed to the cool air. "What kind of ice cream?"

Lyra crouched down, reinserting him inside of her. She rocked her hips down. She kissed him, swirling her tongue around in his mouth.

"Coffee."

The change in position was...interesting. Adrian groped her breasts as he lay motionless, letting her do all the work. Lyra changed her pace, trying to push him deeper and deeper.

She came down on his hips with a squelch, clenching her walls tight around his cock and rolling her hips around.

"I'm...close," he groaned, trying to pull out, desperately wishing he could continue.

"Do it inside."

"What?"

"Just...do it," she moaned.

Adrian let out a sigh, unable to hold himself back as he finished inside of her with several sharp thrusts, ropes of cum filling her. She whimpered loudly, clenching tight around his length, her nails digging into his back.

They relaxed, their bodies going limp as they cradled each other, sweaty and slick with juices. He pulled out of her, a gooey mess of cum and juices flowing out of her pussy.

"That was...nice," Lyra panted.

Adrian laughed. "Only you could put it like that. It was amazing." He brushed her cheek. "You were amazing."

"So, should we sleep like this, or clean up?"

He thought about it. "I dunno. This is supposed to be sexy, but it's really slippery down there."

Lyra slapped him, giggling.

It was a steamy shower session. Without hesitation the two of them stood together in the shower stall, hot steam filling the room and fogging the glass as they kissed, their hands groping each other as they washed each other off. Skin rubbed against wet skin as their lips met again and again, their kisses a bit more sloppy than usual.