Sorry for the delay in posting the next chapter of my time with Lyra. I’ve been out on expedition training, which his absolutely taking up all of my time. I also know that this chapter is less intense with the spicy details. You’ll have to forgive me, it was about 7 months ago now. What sticks with me is the mental and emotional stuff. Don’t worry though, the more recent events are very clear in my mind and already written up, so a lot dirtier. ;) 

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After our last meet-up, it was clear to both of us that the connection we’d been feeling was mutual and intense. We texted constantly and couldn’t wait to see each other again. Unfortunately, we were living on opposite ends of the UK. Luckily, it just so happened that we would both be in London right before Christmas. She’d be coming in from overseas and I had a research meeting. Neither of us are from London, so it seemed like a fun idea to explore a new city together for the first time. 

I was a bundle of nerves while I waited for her at the train station. Completely vibrating with excitement. Basically, hopeless. When we saw each other through the crowd, we couldn’t contain a mutual, massive grin. 

I kissed her hard in the train station, moaning into her lips just at the feel of her in my arms again. Still to this day, the first time I feel her lips on mine after being away, I can’t help but moan. My breath catches, and I just want more. The smell of her hair, the taste of her tongue…

Lyra kissed me back with just as much enthusiasm. I tried to say, ‘hello’, but she pulled my lips back to hers every time’. Two seconds after seeing her again, I was completely enchanted by her. After two minutes of making out like our lives depended on it, I was reeling on a train platform surrounded by people. 

Finally, we pulled apart. Resting my head against hers, we beamed. Lyra bit her lip…

She could stop my heart with that look.

But I digress! 

The British Library had a fantastic exhibit on about fantasy literature. We’d bonded early over fantasy nerdiness, particularly books, movies, and role-playing. We’re both huge museum geeks as well, so it was a natural fit. I won’t go into too much detail, but it did provide plenty of opportunities for us to share our lifetime of fantasy experiences, from playing make-believe in the woods as kids and the formative media of our adolescence, to what we thought as adults of mythology, the fey, DnD, and fairie smut. 

We were remarkably well-behaved after having not seen each other for a month. A few times, I wrapped my arms around her from behind, or traced my fingertips between her shoulder blades or under her sweater on the small of her back. She bit my shoulder playfully and scratched her nails on the back of my scalp. For the most part, though, we were truly lost in exploring each other’s minds and pasts. 

If I wasn’t in love with Lyra before, I knew that I was then. She had said she was falling for me the last time we met, but hadn’t said the words. I’d felt it too. But spending so much time just being with her, learning about her, sharing myself with her, and never wanting that to end… There was a real comfort and safety, a real passionate interest and care. 

The tension was intense. As you can imagine, with all of these emotions clearly in the air, and the both of us ravenously desperate to take each other, it wasn’t long before we were back at our AirBnB.

As soon as the door closed, we absolutely pounced on each other. We were tearing each others’ clothes off, desperate to feel each our bodies together. The feel of her skin against my hands… the taste of her sweat on my lips… I couldn’t get enough of her. It felt like I would never get enough of her. 

No sooner were our clothes off, than Lyra had straddled my hips. 

“I fucking need you,” I gasped into her lips. “I swear, I’m going to spend hours exploring every inch of your body, but I fucking need you right now!” 

She reached between us and sank down on my cock. We both gasped out loud. In fact, we did everything loud. We hadn’t walked in two minutes before, but now we were screaming. She was soaking wet, dripping from the build-up, and I could feel her dripping down my shaft. I drove my hips up into her with everything I had. I pounded all of the tension, all of the lust of the last month into her. 

I pulled Lyra down to kiss me, then held her head to my neck while I whispered in her ear, fucking her hard all the while.

“I missed you so much.”

“I missed the way your pussy feels around my cock.” 

“Do you feel how hard you make me? Can you feel how hard I am inside of you?”

“Fuck, I love the way your body feels against mine.”

I flipped her over onto her back and sank my cock deep into her with a deep groan. From this angle, my cock was rubbing right against her g-spot, adding delicious pressure for both of us. I started with slow, deliberate thrusts, locking eyes with Lyra and watching her face become more and more strained, watching her bite her lip and whimper. Slowly, I built faster and faster, until I was pounding her into the mattress. I could feel her tightening around me, her eyes squeezing shut as she came all over my cock. 

Shortly after, someone tried to get in the room. Lyra and I locked eyes, realizing how loud we’d been, and giggled together. 

Oops. 

But also, fuck ‘em. There was nothing that was going to stop me from making her scream…

We absolutely ravaged each other for hours until, jet-lagged and truly well-fucked, Lyra passed out. She needed the sleep, and I knew she hadn’t eaten either. I went on a supply run while she napped, purposely taking an extra hour so she would catch up on some rest. 

It’s a good thing too, because when I got back, she had two bites of dinner and immediately leapt on me. 

We fucked for hours, absolutely ruining the bed. It’s far too much to give a play-by-play, but I remember her burying her face in the pillows to muffle her cries. In the shower when we were meant to be getting clean, I pressed her back against the tile and slipped inside of her all over again. The next morning, I would find bruises on my shoulders from her teeth biting into me, and scratches across my back. 

We finally collapsed sometime around 3 am. It was Christmas Eve, and we needed to get her back across the country to her family. I woke her up well before the sun rose in the hopes of beating the traffic, but not before going down on her one last time. I took her to a bakery I’d spotted the night before so we could get a pre-dawn coffee. On the way to the station, we saw a fox scampering across the street and talked about our mutual desire to adopt a dog in the near future, fingers entwined, running our thumbs over each other’s palms.

Lyra’s feedback: “...I love you.”

Part 4 soon.

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