He followed suit, his mouth and tongue finding sensitive spots on her body that made her mewl with delight even as her fingers explored his back, his buttocks, the tops of his thighs and—delicately—his balls hanging in their protective sac beneath his cock.
They played, teased, aroused and wrestled, bodies heating, tongues meeting, parting, licking and tasting over and over again. They learned each other’s contours and discovered especially sweet places where they lingered, only to move on to new frontiers of pleasure.
He dived between her thighs, splaying them wide and burying his face beneath, licking her frantically in all the right places. She writhed and cried out as he spread her liquids around and teased her arousal to the highest peak—then left her wanting so much more. She possessed a new knowledge of these pleasures now, a knowledge that fueled the blaze within her.
Fully awake this time around, she felt for his cock and touched him, stroking him, then moving herself ever closer, imitating his touch with her own mouth as she daringly kissed the swollen head and then licked up and down, sucking as much as she could.
It was his turn to groan, his fingers delving into her hair, gripping then releasing the tangled strands.
Finally, breathless, she lay beneath him, open and panting.
He paused between her thighs, cheeks flushed, lids heavy and looking at her with a taut expression on his face as he positioned himself at her opening. “I’m going to fuck you now, Charis.Reallyfuck you. Everything will change from this moment on. Do you understand?”
“Yes. No. Oh God, please—justdoit—” She trembled and shivered, her orgasm snapping angrily around her body, demanding she allow it release.
“As ofthissecond, we can go back. You can move on with your life and nothing need ever be said about our time together. But if you take me inside you, I can’t promise I’ll pull out in time. We may make a child…”
Still he hesitated. And in that moment of hesitation, Charis tumbled into love with him. No matter who or what he was, he put her needs and considerations before his own. And he honored her with his brutal honesty.
Thatwas the only kind of man she could ever imagine loving. Or being with. No matter what the circumstances.
She reached for his arms and grasped them firmly. “Ruin me, Sinjun. I want you inside me more than I want my next breath. Naught else matters to me, nor ever will.”
He nodded. “So be it.”
Moving slightly, he nudged her with his cock, a sweetly solid strength that parted her pussy lips and began to enter her. She closed her eyes, the better to savor the sensation of his filling her, of her body opening like a flower to take him into her sweetness.
He thrust then, a quick sharp push with his hips and she echoed it, matching his move, urging him on by lifting her buttocks off the sheets and pushing him even further inside.
“Sinjun—”She breathed the word as he plunged deeply, their bodies meeting in a tangle of hair and pleasure where they were joined. Charis felt—complete. Her inner channel was full, stretched and aroused by the length of the right man, the movements of the right man.
And when that man began to thrust, slowly at first then more forcefully, her body responded wildly, lifting and bucking beneath him as his flesh stimulated hers. He lifted her, fingers gripping fiercely, hips hammering against her.
She could sense the onrush of her climax and barely managed to open her eyes and watch his face. He was focused on their bodies, the slap of their skin, the whiteness of her belly and the slickly sliding length of his cock as he withdrew and reentered her.
Charis shared his focus. For her, the world had become little more than Sinjun and what he was doing to her. There could be nothing else other than this moment in time.
Had she ever experienced this before? She didn’t think so. Nothing could compare to the magic, the bliss, the flight into blinding madness that sent her heart soaring into a vortex as her blood pulsed loudly in her ears.
She would like to have held back, to take the time to examine these sensations, catalog them, store them for future reference. But her body would have none of it. A process had begun that was inexorable, a flight that could not be sustained, only treasured.
And Sinjun was with her. He squeezed her tightly, thrust roughly and deeply on a harsh groan, then froze.
And her body shattered, surrendering to an impulse older than time itself. Her spasms were fed by Sinjun’s shout of climax and the ripples inside her as his cock exploded, flooding her with the warmth of his seed.
Together they soared, locked as mates, blindly releasing all that they were into the other’s keeping, clinging tightly as the maelstrom of desire claimed them. And together they collapsed after a shining moment of eternity, panting and breathless.
Tumbled in a limp mess of arms, legs, sticky flesh and tangled hair, they fought for breath. And Charis found herself content to lie silently in the arms of her lover for a few moments as her pounding heart slowed.
“Marry me, Charis.”
The words rumbled from somewhere above where her head lay on his chest. She blinked. “Pardon?”
“Marry me? I don’t know how we’ll live or where, or what we’ll do to survive, but without you—well, I can’t imagine wanting to survive at all.” His voice was deep, serious even. He meant every word, she could tell.
“I…but…”
He lifted up on one arm and stroked her face. “I never imagined I’d find a woman like you. Never imagined sharing moments like this. And now I can’t imagine living without them. I’m not a lackwit, my love. But without you in my life, I’d be a lackheart.”
