I have one arm wrapped around her thighs, holding her to me so she can’t try to escape. The other arm free to work her sweet pussy. I pick up the pace, keeping a steady rhythm of circling pressure on her clit while I tease her entrances with my fingers but not penetrating her.
Her mouth finally sinks onto my cock, her tongue massaging me as her moans echo through my body.
Ride my face, Anya.She obliges and begins to rock her hips against my face.Fuck, yes.Her mouth releases me with a popping sound and I can’t help but react. I want to be inside of her, where I belong.
I lift her hips off my face, to my side but when I move to rise up, she presses me back down with her hand in the center of my chest.
She doesn’t open her mouth. Her eyes are locked on mine and she uses our bond to seduce me further.Can I ride you now?She begs with a pout in her voice, and it takes a conscious effort to nod and control myself, granting her request when all I want is to pin her down and fuck her to sleep.
Moving quickly before I change my mind, she positions herself above me, making eye contact before impaling herself in one hard thrust. Both of us cry out at the feeling of our bodies coming together.
She wastes no time. She plants her hands on my chest and goes straight to work, slamming herself down repeatedly on my hard-as-fuck dick.
“Fuck. Fuck. Fuck.” I chant as we moan each other’s names, her breasts bouncing in my face, begging for attention. Moving my hands from where they were gripping her hips, I trail them across her toned abs, which I continue to remind her I fucking love, Grabbing a full breast in each hand. I use my thumb and forefinger to pinch and tease her nipples while the rest of my hand continues to massage them.
Her head is thrown back and she’s starting to lose steam from her vigorous assault on my body. Wrapping my hands around her back and pulling her to me, I plant the heels of my feet on the bed and rut into her from below, earning myself a new level of wails as she takes me.
Her body pulses and clamps down around me, getting closer to her climax. “Does that feel good?” I growl into her ear.
“So. Good. Don’t. Stop,” she says between pants.
Knowing she’s so close, I use one hand to keep her body pulled flush with mine, and use the other to pull her hair away from her neck. Leaning forward I simultaneously bite down onto her shoulder and slam my knot inside her.
I roar into the bite while she screams my name until her voice cracks at the end. Her body trembles as wave after wave of pleasure courses through her and I continue to pump myself up and into her, wringing every ounce of euphoria from her body before she goes limp on top of me.
Kissing the top of her head, I move her hair out of her face.
“That was just what I needed,” I praise her, and my bear purrs his agreement.
“Mmmm,” she answers contentedly.
24
Anya
Kodi makes it incredibly hard to stay awake after making me scream like that. The way he’s so in tune with my body, that he seems to know exactly what I need, before I even know myself.
With his warm body up against me, his chest at my back, and his large arms wrapped around me, it’s even harder to keep myself from falling into the tempting slumber beckoning me.
“Kodi?” Thinking of my own climax induced exhaustion, I realize I needed to make sure he’s still awake before I go off on a monologue of sorts.
He grumbles incoherently into my mass of hair that he’s nuzzled himself in to.
Using the obnoxious amount of strength it takes to move this giant man’s muscles, I wriggle myself in his arms until I’m facing him. I bring my hands up so that I can hold his face as I drop mostly sweet, but also persistent, kisses across his cheeks until his eyes open, one eyebrow lifting in silent question.
“I have an idea.” It’s all I can force myself to say, making sure I have his full, conscious attention.
His other eyebrow climbs up his forehead to join the other, but still he says nothing.
Allowing my eyes a break from looking at him, I stare directly at his chest. He notices and does that stupid pec popping thing, making me giggle. “I was thinking . . . maybe we could take a trip for the Christmas break.”
His eyes light up and I can feel the wave of relief crash over us, but I haven’t dropped the proverbial bomb yet.
“Please tell me you’re thinking of somewhere cold as all fuck,” he begs, taking his own turn to smother me in fresh kisses.
I nod and lean into him, kissing him hard before suggesting against his lips, “I was thinking . . . I’d really love if you wanted to show me your home.”
He stills completely, and I find myself holding my breath. His eyebrows are now crammed together on his forehead in confusion, and a bit of pain can be felt through our bond. I don’t want to hurt him. I’m trying to help. He clearly misses his home and his family. He’s told me as much on multiple occasions.
