I was on my knees, sucking them into my mouth. Tasting. Nibbling. She still had her arms up, over her head, stuck in the tight sleeves of the fabric.
“Oberon.” My name was part laughter, part arousal, and part frustration. “Help.”
“I’m busy, female.” I held her in place as I continued to explore her body with my mouth. Breasts. Nipples. Neck. Back down to the outer curve of her breast. Waist. Hip bone. Thigh.
“Oberon!” She laughed in earnest now. “I’m going to fall over.”
I lifted her in my arms and carried her, so she lay flat on her back, arms caught and held above her head, her knees dangling over the end.
“This feels very naughty.” Her voice was shaky, husky.
“Do you want me to stop?”
“Hell, no. I like naughty.” She’d managed to free the bottom half of her face from the uniform’s top, her lips on display, ripe for the taking.
I crawled over her and kissed her. Hard. Soft. Deep, tasting every part of her. Nibbling on just her lips. I could have kissed her for hours. Would have, if there had not been something else I needed to taste even more.
I moved slowly, kissed and licked my way down her body, devoting time to every curve and valley. By the time I reached my destination, she was writhing, her thighs rubbing together in search of relief.
“Mine.” With one hand on each thigh, I spread her legs wide, revealed her hot, wet core.
The air was heavy with the musky scent of her need. For me. Only fucking me.
I lowered my lips to her clit and sucked the sensitive nub into my mouth. Thrust two fingers into her pussy. Worked her body into a frenzy, stopped. Grinned when her back arched up off the bed, her ankles locked around the back of my head.
I needed to hear her cries of pleasure. Needed to feel her hands tangled in my hair, her grip tight, desperate.
I shifted, moved lower, fucked her with my tongue. Stabbed deep. Locked my mouth around her wet core and sucked the edges of her soft flesh into my mouth as I filled my senses with the taste of her.
Consumed. She consumed me. Without a mating collar, without shared desire.
By the gods, with that connection? Surely my heart would explode. I would lose my fucking mind. All thought. All control.
Her pussy squeezed my tongue. Released. She deliberately tempted me to fuck her, fill her with my cock, thrust hard and deep until nothing else existed for either of us.
Not yet. Not until she gave me everything.
I moved my right hand over her abdomen, holding her down as I rubbed her clit with my thumb. My left, I slipped under her ass, playing. Testing. She thrashed, whimpered, pushed against my touch, tried to take my fingertip inside her tight ass.
Not yet.
She had stopped trying to free her arms. They remained over her head, her lips available, wet from the flicker of her tongue, body on display. Open. Submissive. Her complete surrender woke something dark and feral inside me.
Ineeded. Needed to fill her ass and pussy together, mark every part of her, claim every sigh. Moan. Whimper.
Push her body to its limits. Take her higher.
Make her scream. My name. Mine.
She was mine.
With a slowness meant to drive her mad, I slipped my hand up her thigh, over the front of her hip, down her back until my hand rested on that perfect, sexy curve just above her ass.
Slid lower. Worked my finger inside her bottom as I fucked her with my tongue, rubbed her clit faster. More pressure.
Her ankles dug into my shoulders. She tried to lift her hips off the bed, push her pussy harder against my lips.
Her orgasm stole her control. She thrashed. Her pussy pulsed. Swollen. Hot. Her cries were animalistic, so fucking hot my cock pulsed, ready to come. So close. I grit my teeth and held myself in check. Not yet. I wouldn’t come until I was buried balls deep.
