Then his hand slid down between my thighs. I didn’t want to stop it. With a shivering moan I opened my legs for him and his fingers glided inside me, his thumb circling my clit.
I’d never been one for morning sex, but the bond ensured that when Myel touched me, it felt so damned good, impossible to resist.
He kissed my neck and shoulders from behind. It wasn’t enough, I rolled onto my back and his lips met mine.
God, he was a good kisser. Maybe it was the bond, but his lips were so soft and insistent, his tongue daring and deft.
I writhed and squirmed as Myel stroked that deliciousspot behind my clit with two long fingers. Before this, only Rook had been able to find my G-spot, the elusive little devil that it was. And every soft caress of those gentle fingers sent singing thrills through my entire body.
Myel moaned as he sipped my lips, then moved to my jaw, and up to my ear. He sucked an earlobe into his mouth, and I nearly died from shivers at how amazing that felt.
Some distant part of me wondered if Myel could do anything wrong, or if the bond would just make anything feel incredible. I didn’t want to sell Myel short though, so I assumed he knew what he was doing, because his fingers… God!
My hips bucked up against his hand needing more friction, harder thrusts. I was so ready for his cock, but he didn’t move over me, using only his fingers to drive me higher and higher.
When Myel’s soft lips found my nipple, sucking hard, I shattered.
Myel hummed in satisfaction, his lips and fingers sending wave after wave of ecstasy through me.
I whined and mewled, tears leaking from my eyes as my body tensed hard, then relaxed into a soothed puddle of pleasure.
Only after I’d come down, and he’d pulled back smiling, did I realize Myel had gotten nothing from that.
“I’m good,” he whispered, once again seemingly sensing my thoughts.
But I could feel the raging rod of his erection against my thigh.
I sighed. “No, you’re not.”
I pushed him onto his back and straddled him, taking hold of his cock. My sex was slick, accepting his erectioneasily. I lowered myself fully onto him, then slowly rocked myself against his pubic bone.
“Fuck, Izzy!” he gasped. Clearly, he’d needed this, so achingly close to his own release. I grabbed his hands and brought them to my breasts, crushing them against me and he got the hint, taking hold as his hips jerked and bucked raggedly.
I met each of his thrusts with a grinding press of my own, and my own pleasure surged once again.
Whether it was the bond or the fact that I was already buzzed with bliss, a second orgasm quickly swelled and swirled in my core. I bucked harder.
Myel cried out.
I gasped a long, “Yes!”
Pressing his head back into my pillow, Myel’s entire body went stiff as his cock swelled and pulsed with his release. God, that felt good. I hummed with my own soft orgasm, a shivering thrill as I slowly swayed over him, drawing out his pleasure as he’d done for me. And when he began to settle, I laid myself down on him, offering my neck.
“Do you need to… feed?” I asked.
“Spirits, yes, sorry,” he said, voice trembling.
Again, I felt only the initial pinch, then soothing warmth as he hummed his pleasure. This time, he was able to stop himself and drew back.
“Thank you, Izzy.” He sounded… ashamed.
I pushed myself up, looking down at him. “The sex was good, and my blood is what you need. I’ve accepted it. Don’t ruin it by beating yourself up.”
“You give so much, so freely, even when none of this was your choice.” His soulful eyes filled with wonder and affection.
Damn.
Don’t go there, please!
