When her hips moved with increasing intensity, he pressed firmer, moved faster.She whined, and he felt more than saw her nod as he scraped his teeth on the flesh between her neck and shoulder.
Neyu’s breaths came sharper, quicker.
Her legs quaked.
The sense that she built towards something had Saer holding his breath as he focused on that bundle of nerves, fingertips slick and stroking as his corded forearm strained.
All at once, some crashing finality washed over her, and Neyu’s head threw back against his shoulder as she cried out.Saer buried his face in her neck while she rode his hand, holding her up with his arm when her legs suddenly refused to support her.
He’d hold her forever if he needed to.
He lost himself in her abandoned pleasure, matching her movement for movement.His palm pressed against Neyu’s slickness and gave her all the friction her body demanded until a strangled cry left her.The tenseness in Neyu’s body evaporated, leaving her limp against the tree, his other arm supporting most of her weight.
Saer didn’t waste time, pressing loving kisses against her throat.She twitched under his touch, and he pressed his full palm between her legs, rewarded with her shuddering sigh.
Most of the stories he’d overheard from men in his time on the surface focused on their own pleasure—not what could be given to their women.After evoking such a response in Neyu, how could one not become addicted to it?Already, he wanted to lay her down and start again, explore her further, lose himself in her, taste her…
As though she read his thoughts, Neyu adjusted her footing and turned around, forcing Saer to unfurl his arms.She spun until her back pressed once more to the tree and gazed at him with a kind of dazed wonderment in her eyes.
Saer pressed his forehead to hers, his body aching but his pride satiated after showing her what no one else had.
Neyu tilted her head and pressed a soft kiss to his mouth before uttering two words that threatened to break him.
“Your turn.”
Her hand, unbeknownst to him, snuck down to his blanket edge.In one smooth movement, she pulled it undone.
The hardness between his legs strained, ready for her, and Neyu gave him no reprieve before wrapping her fingers around its length.Saer’s eyes shut and he bit back a groan as exquisite lightning shot through his anatomy.
She squeezed him before releasing.“Lie down.”
Thank the Hells, because his legs were about to force it on him.
The blankets served their purpose well enough, and he lowered to his back while she followed, straddling his stomach.
Saer’s heart hammered in his chest as he beheld her, the way the shadows of the tree painted her body between slivers of glorious sunlight.
Neyu bent over him, lips finding his once more, her breasts crushing against his chest.
It couldn’t get any better than this, could it?
Then she reached between their bodies, wrapped her fingers around the most wanton part of him, and guided him to her center.No hesitation as she lifted her hips and impaled herself upon him, her breath leaving in a rush.
Saer’s eyes rolled back into his head, his torso arching as she encased him, sending ricochets of pleasure through him from head to toe.
Neyu didn’t give him the opportunity to recover.She pressed one hand to his chest, her other palm over her own heartbeat, and she began to move.
Slow at first, taking in every sensation, Neyu’s hips rocked back and forth.She ground down with each thrust, seeking her own pleasure as her hips pressed into his.When he could focus again, the sensations captivated him as much as the slackness of her beautiful mouth.The way she groaned above him.Something urgent and desperate entered her gaze as they remained locked with one another.
A steady rise of some intensethingstarted low in his stomach.
Her motions quickened.
Neyu licked her lips, a question in her gaze.
Saer couldn’t speak, only nod.
And he followed her over the edge of oblivion.
