She sucked the head of his cock, then circled it with her tongue, her stare never wavering from his.
“Touch yourself while you suck me,” he commanded. “Make yourself come.”
His sultry order made her pearl throb. Doing as he asked, she slid her knees apart, took his cock down her throat, and simultaneously teased her aching bud with her fingers. One swirl over it, and she moaned around his cock. Her senses were exquisitely heightened, attuned to every sound, touch, scent. His breathing was harsh and ragged, joining the wet sounds of her lips on his cock and the play of her touch over her own sex. The scent of sexual congress filled the air, musky and heady, mingling with the floral and citrus notes of the bath they had yet to drain. She was swollen and aching and slick.
Needing him.
Losing control.
The combination of pleasuring him and herself was almost unbearably erotic. Her fingers went faster as she increased the pressure, taking herself to the edge. All the while, she continued sucking and licking his cock, working the base with her free hand. She moaned around his thick length, gratified at the low groans emerging from him, the tightness of his hand gripping her hair, the rhythmic pump of his hips as he chased more. She sensed when he was nearly there.
But just as she was on the verge of spending herself, he gently disengaged, taking a step back and extending his hand to her again. “Come to bed with me,cariad. I need to be inside your cunny when I come rather than your mouth.”
She rose to her feet, jaw tired, lips slick with a mixture of him and her own saliva, body still damp from their bath, her hair falling in wet waves down her back. She allowed him to lead her from the bathroom and across the adjoining chamber to the bed, which was still rumpled and unmade after their morning frolics.
They fell into it together, a tangle of limbs, bodies entwined, mouths fused. His kiss was unabashedly carnal, his tongue writhing against hers. She wondered if he could taste himself, the thought sending a wicked ache deep inside her cunny, where she ached for him to fill her.
He kissed a path down her throat to her breasts, leaving flames in his wake, before latching on to her nipple, sucking and laving. His fingers parted her folds, slicking her wetness over her pearl but denying her the pressure she craved. He sucked her other nipple and then kissed the hollow between her breasts.
“Roll to your belly, love.”
His soft directive made her curious, but she complied, shifting so that she lay on her stomach instead of her back, turning to glance at him in askance. “Like this?”
“Yes.” The rumble of his pleased baritone sent an answering tingle down her spine, which he chased with a caress, as if he were privy to her inner thoughts. “Just like this.”
He caressed her rump next, his hand warm and large, and kissed the small of her back, then her shoulder, giving her a gentle bite. His breath was hot on her skin, his mouth tantalizing her everywhere it traveled. She writhed against the mattress, her need for release growing with each kiss he delivered, each seductive pass of his hands over her needy flesh. But he was taking his time, toying with her, making her wait.
“Zachary,” she moaned when he kissed the back of her thigh, tantalizingly near to her core. “Please.”
He guided her legs apart, and she felt the chill air on her cunny as she was exposed to him from behind. “Patience,cariad.” He caressed her bare bottom with both hands, spreading her cheeks, opening her to him in every way. And then he rewarded her with a kiss on her cunny, his tongue a slick invasion, plunging deep.
Gasping, she arched her back and rose on her forearms, trying to get closer. Needing more. Her nipples were hard and hungry, and each movement of them against the bedclothes further incited her already desperate need. There was the sting in her wound at the movement, but she ignored it, her desire surpassing all else.
“Tuck your knees beneath you, love.” He guided her until she was in a new, strange position, her body angled so that her bottom was slanted at an angle, her legs parted. He rained kisses on her back, gently nipped one cheek of her bottom, and then he held her hips in a firm grip. “Are you ready for me?”
“Yes,” she said, half-weeping the word, so frantic was her need.
He guided himself between her legs, and at last he was where she wanted him, his cock a welcome pressure at her entrance. One thrust, and he was deep inside her. So deep, she cried out at the sweet relief.
“Ah,cariad. So hot and wet for me.” He kissed her shoulder and began thrusting in and out of her in hard, determined strokes that had her crying out into the bedclothes, grasping it in her fists, and madly thrusting back to meet his possession of her halfway. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” she admitted, moaning as he made love to her with glorious precision, finding a place inside her that was so deliciously sensitive, her pinnacle slammed into her without warning.
Her body tightened, waves of bliss pounding through her. He moved faster, his grip on her hips tightening, seeking his own release.
“Say it again,” he commanded, thrusting in and out of her with so much force she slid across the bed.
“I love you.” The declaration emerged with a whimper of helpless desire as she spasmed and tightened on his cock.
He swiveled his hips, and on a groan, he spilled inside her. The hot wetness of his seed pumped into her again and again. Sated, heart thundering, she collapsed to the mattress, with the beloved weight of him following her down, pinning her there, his heart hammering against her back.
He kissed her ear, his breath fanning hotly over her cheek.
They remained thus, bodies entangled, him still inside her, his throbbing cock still buried deep.
“I must be crushing you,” he murmured, sounding as sated as she felt.
“No,” she said, reaching back to hold him in place when he would have withdrawn. “I like the way you feel.”
