Lyr squirmed, and I tightened my hold on her legs, pressing my face into her center, breathing her in.
“Rhyan,” she cried out, then stopped, as soon as my tongue touched her folds.
“You liked tasting me, didn’t you?” I growled. “You liked that a lot.”
“Yes,” she gasped.
She was dripping wet with arousal, it was already running down her leg, and the scent and feel and taste of her was heady. I pressed tiny kisses to her inner thighs, lapping up everything I could find while she shuddered. And then, I found her lips, and I sucked and teased, kissing and licking closer and closer to her center.
She started to buck, pushing back against me carrying her weight on her elbows. But I didn’t stop. Nothing could stop me from this. I loved feasting on Lyriana. Loved the taste of her more than I could explain. I’d told her she was my favorite meal. And I’d meant every word.
“Rhyan, please,” she begged. “Please.”
Finally, I fastened my lips around her center, and she cried out, cursing and mewling, her entire body trembling. Her own arousal was running down my chin from this angle. But through it, I held onto her legs, keeping my mouth moving against her until her tremors subsided. Her back arched, and she lifted herself up to her hands as I crawled back onto the bed behind her. I was on my knees and reached for her belly, pulling her up to rest against me. Her head fell back on my shoulder, her mouth still opened in an O shape.
My cock stroked beneath her folds and I lifted my hips, just enough to apply more pressure, thrusting back and forth.
She reached down, rubbing me between her legs while I sought out her breasts.
Angling her neck, she turned her head and her lips found mine, kissing me deeply.
“You ready for me, Lyr?” I asked, pulling back to push one finger inside her, immediately she began to move, and I pumped two fingers inside, and then a third. “Oh, you’re fucking ready,” I said, low in my throat.
Her only response was to squeeze around me.
I pulled my fingers out. “Arch your back for me, partner.”
“Like this?” she asked huskily, one hand reached behind my neck as her ass pressed back. We were perfectly lined up.
“Just like that,” I said, and gripped my cock, teasing her folds once more, coating myself in her arousal. I pressed the head in, moving slowly, carefully until we were joined. We’d barely done this a handful of times, and I knew she was still getting used to taking me.
She sucked in her breath, while I hissed, trying to remain as still as possible, allowing her to adjust. She felt so fucking good, squeezing me so tight, it was like torture, but I breathed slowly, stroking her center, and kissing her neck.
“All right, Lyr?” I asked, ready to burst.
“Mmmhmmm,” was all she could manage, but when her breath softened and I felt her wiggle, testing her movements in this position, I knew she was ready.
I gripped her hips, pumping into her, slow and deep, moving carefully at first, but soon my rhythm picked up, and Lyr was immobile, her body against mine as I thrust again and again. It wasn’t long though before her soft moans turned into cries, and then a slew of curses.
“Rhyan, I’m going to … going to …” But she never finished. She tightened around me, fluttering and pulsing as she cried out, her body jerking forward, pushing her back onto all fours.
I went with her, still thrusting, still trying to hold myself back. But soon she was grinding her hips, pushing back into me as I reached for her hair, pulling it over her shoulder. “Give me your mouth,” I demanded, kissing her again.
When she tightened around me, bucking, I knew I was done for, and pulled out, flipping her onto her back.
“Lyr,” I said, pushing back inside. “Fuck.” Her ankles locked behind me, her nails digging into my back.
“Come for me,” she whispered.
And that was all it took. Three more strokes and I grunted, spilling into her. My entire body shook, every part of me trembling and pulsing as my pleasure came and came and came. I was cursing and calling out her name, yelling it over and over again. It had never lasted this long, never been this good.
“Lyr. Lyr. Lyr.”
I was lost, so far gone, so fucking in love with her.
When I finally settled, I buried my face in her neck, hugging her to me. She kissed my forehead, holding me inside her still, before drawing soft lazy caresses with her nails up and down my back. I smiled, loving that this was something she liked. And it was a good thing because I was reluctantto pull out, loving it myself, loving being this close to her. I closed my eyes, content for once to simply be with her, in her arms. Content to simply be.
“I love you,” I whispered.
