He chuckles and palms it, giving it a squeeze, and I watch as a bead of precum appears on the tip. My mouth waters, and I get the urge to lean forward and lick it up. “Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make sure you’re ready for it before I fill your sweet pussy.”
Oh my god, the man is a dirty talker. He climbs onto the bed and crawls toward me like a large cat stalking its prey. He pushes my knees apart and trails a smattering of kisses up the inside of one thigh before diving right in and sweeping his tongue through my folds, causing me to shudder in pleasure.
I groan and flop back on the bed, giving over to the overwhelming need to let him have his way. I might die—death by cock—but what a way to go.
Licking me with long, sure strokes, he alternates between fucking my needy hole and circling my throbbing bud. I thrash my head back and forth, gripping the sheets as extreme pleasure rockets through my body, driving me closer and closer to the edge. My brain short-circuits as he shoves my thighs wide and sinks two fingers into my throbbing cunt, curling them against the spongy inner wall and caressing my G-spot. I hurtle over the edge into the most mind-blowing orgasm I have ever had.
I’m vaguely aware that I’m screaming and say a little prayer of thanks that Nox doesn’t have any close neighbors.
I’m boneless and panting when he finally lifts his head. His mouth glimmers in the low light as he prowls up my body, cupping my breasts as he slowly tongues one swollen nipple before doing the same to the other. I thread my hands through his hair and tug him up, dying to feel his monster cock between my legs, even if I am nervous.
He drops a kiss between my breasts before turning his attention to my mouth. I can taste myself on him as he licks and nips, giving my mouth the same kind of attention he gave my pussy.
Reaching between us, I slide my hand up and down his thick, long length, and he moans, his head dropping as I thumb the dribble of precum leaking from his tip and spread it around the head of his cock. I notch him at my entrance, wrap my legs around him, and dig my heels into his taut ass, encouraging him. He thrusts slowly, sinking in slightly, and I moan as my pussy stretches wide, wrapping around him. I breathe heavily as he retreats and pushes again, sinking a little deeper with each thrust as he works himself into my tight channel until he’s finally seated. He pauses as my heart pounds and my cunt aches asshe acclimates to his size. There is a small bite of pain, but that eventually fades, leaving me full and empty all at the same time.
“More,” I rasp out as I dig my heels into his ass. His breath is coming quickly too, but he listens and slowly drags his cock out before thrusting hard. My back arches off the bed, and I clutch his shoulders as he slides in, every inch of his cock dragging against my sensitive walls. He presses kisses against my shoulder, and I feel the scrape of his teeth, and all I can do is hold on as he impales me with rapid strokes. My body winds tighter and tighter with every plunge of his dick, his hands braced on the bed as he owns my body. I dig my nails into his back as he grabs one of my knees and hitches it higher, getting a better angle, and all it takes is two more strokes before my body explodes into ecstasy. My cunt grips him hard as he continues to thrust through my orgasm before he throws his head back and shouts, pumping me full of his cum.
He collapses onto me, his weight comforting as we let the sensations of our orgasms ride through our shaking, spent limbs. My legs ache, but I don’t push him off. Instead, I run gentle hands up and down his sweaty back as he nuzzles into my neck, placing tiny kisses all over it while muttering words of praise. My soul aches at his words and the thought that this may be my only chance at real happiness. He rolls off me before gathering me in his arms and pulling me against him, running his fingers through my hair as I place my hand over his chest and snuggle in.
My breathing finally eases, and I lift my head from his chest and run my finger over the tattoo inked above his heart. It kind of looks like a tree with a heart on the trunk, and then there are six branches with symbols at the end of each branch. I try to get a closer look, but we never turned the light on, and the only thing illuminating the room is the light from the living area, so it isn’t a lot.
Nox flinches at my touch before sliding his hand between mine and his skin, covering the tattoo.
“Sorry, it tickles,” he mumbles, and I rest my head against his chest again.
“What does it mean?” I ask, and he’s quiet for a moment.
“It’s a symbol of a previous life best forgotten,” he says flatly, and I decide to let it go. It’s obviously a topic he doesn’t want to talk about.
I’m so tired that I feel my eyes flutter closed, and he pulls me closer and presses a kiss to my forehead. As I fall into a deep sleep, I hear him murmur, “Unlike this, which I will never forget.”
There’s a warm, heavy body wrapped around mine when I wake the following morning. My body aches deliciously, and a smile creeps across my lips when I think about exactly why it does. Holy hell, Nox is talented in bed, and the stamina! I’ve never had sex with another man who could keep going like he could. I’m going to feel him for days.
I open my eyes and find him wrapped around me, his face slack with sleep. There’s a small frown between his eyebrows, and I reach out to smooth it with my finger. He grumbles and swats my hand away before huffing and rolling over. I giggle quietly before sitting up and finding a shirt to throw on over my naked body. I grimace at the thought of putting on yesterday’s panties, so instead, I grab a pair of Nox’s shorts that are on a chair in the corner of the room. I pull them up and head out into the living area to make some coffee.
The bedroom was dark, the blackout blinds pulled across the windows, but the sun is shining through the windows at the front of the house. The bad weather has passed us by, and the ocean is glassy and calm. The waves rolling in form beautiful sets that look like they may be perfect for surfing. Smiling, I stretch, but a sharp pain in my finger and a hiss has me yelping.
I stick my bleeding finger in my mouth and glare at the fucking cat. He’s sitting on the top of his cat tree, his tail flicking back and forth aggressively, and there’s a rumbling sound of hostility coming from him. I must have stretched too close to his perch, and he got me when he swiped at me.
“Asshole.” I glare at him. “See if I feed you now.” I stick my tongue out at him and head for the kitchen. The coffee machine is one of those pod ones, and I fill it with water before searching the cupboards for the pods. I get it running, and my finger is still bleeding, so I go in search of a bandage to wrap around it. I can’t find any. He must keep them in his bathroom, and I don’t want to go into his room and wake him up, so I wrap a tissue around it for now.
When my mug fills, I add creamer and sugar and wander out to the patio. I lean against the railing, one of my cuffs banging against it loudly. I was able to distract Nox last night, and I never ended up removing them. I’m not sure how I’m going to continue to hide the marks if we go surfing though. Maybe he will think they are tattoos. Heck, he has one on his chest, so he’s no stranger to them, but he is somewhat of an expert on supernatural races. Maybe he has a long-sleeved rash guard I can wear that will hide them.
Before I can worry any more, a warm hand slides under my shirt, and I’m tugged back against a hard body as kisses are placed on my neck. I tip my head to the side and sink back against him as he murmurs in my ear.
“Good morning, did you sleep well?” he asks, and I moan as his hand slips up and cups my breast.
“So well,” I reply, turning my head so he can kiss me. It’s lazy and slow, and just when I’m thinking fuck the coffee and the waves, he pulls away.
“Now that is a good morning greeting.” He grins at me before reaching for my coffee and raising an eyebrow. “May I?”
I nod and pass him the cup. He takes a sip, groaning as he swallows, and my core clenches, but before I can tug him back inside, he notices the tissue wrapped around my finger, and his lips purse in concern.
“What happened?” he asks, passing me my coffee and picking up my injured hand.
“Stormy obviously isn’t a morning cat, or maybe it’s just me,” I reply ruefully.
“Stormy did this?” He sounds surprised, and I nod. He unwraps the tissue, and thankfully, it’s finally stopped bleeding. There’s a long, deep scratch that caught the cuticle of my nail before digging into the back of my middle finger. It’s actually quite an impressive scratch. He was really out for blood.
