The bed sank under his weight. Though I could sense him behind me, Terran didn’t touch me. I thought of how he’d stilled his fingers, and then removed them.
Please don’t torture me like that again.
He didn’t hear my silent pleas, of course. Just as I was about to peek back at him, his hand connected on my right ass cheek. A slap, for certain. One that startled more than pained me, though there was no doubt a red mark would remain, at least temporarily.
I did look back at him then. Terran knelt at my feet, dominant.
Glorious.
“Was that for any particular reason?”
“Next time, when I ask you to get into the bed, do it. The first time.”
Another shudder.
My heart thudded as I dropped my head down just as Terran’s hand covered both ass cheeks. He used them, and his thumbs, to spread me wide. And that’s when I felt his tongue. At first, just one long lick, Terran reaching my pussy more easily than he should have for such a large man, at that angle. Another lick, but this time, instead of removing his mouth, he circled his tongue. Teasing. Taunting.
Playing with me.
I grabbed the coverlet in sweet anguish, crying out his name.
In response, Terran seemed to redouble his efforts, as if nothing in Elydor mattered more than what he was doing. The response he attempted to elicit.
And then his hand joined in.
I lifted myself as he fingered me. Licked me.
Destroyed any resistance I had to hold on. When I came this time, I didn’t think to hold anything back. I screamed his name, thankful there were no others nearby.
“By the Winds,” I cried as wave after wave of pleasure took over.
When he pulled away, I thought Terran was taunting me again. Instead, he flipped me over and positioned himself between me.
“I’m still?—”
“I know,” he said, holding himself with one hand and me open with the other. I wanted him inside me with an intensity that was beyond frightening. When he entered me, the final ebbs of my orgasm mixing with the fullness of him, I grabbed both arms.
Pulled Terran into me.
Thrust my hips to meet him.
It was as if something had taken possession of my body which was frantic with the desire to have him release as powerfully as I just had. Arching my back and giving him a full display of my breasts, I smiled when he groaned and began to pump into me harder.
In and out, we rode the new wave together.
Our bodies were made to be joined.
“Lyra,” he bellowed. “I need you to?—”
When he tried to put his hand between us, I pulled him onto me. While it was true, if he played with me now, it would be easier to come. But I didn’t care about that. Or anything other than Terran experiencing what I just had.
He kissed me, thrusting hard. I was so wet, he was easy to take, even at this pace. I bucked my hips to meet him, the bed rattling under our weight.
My nails dug into his flesh. Terran buried himself so deeply, it was a wonder I didn’t split into two. And then he pulled away from our kiss, looked at me and made a sound so guttural, so… Gyorian, that I might have come again.
It was difficult to tell when one of us ended and the other began. He held me, and I clung back. Breathing as heavily as him. We stayed that way for a long time. So long, that it became almost more… intimate, than our joining.
When he did pull away, lifting his weight that Terran had carefully controlled with his arm, otherwise I might have easily been crushed, it wasn’t far. His face was inches from my own.
