She was already molten, so damned hot and wet. I licked my tongue over her, raking deep through her folds and flicking off her clit. She gasped above me, her legs tightening around my head, even as she angled her hips to give me better access.
Most people didn’t know that bats had particularly long tongues. I shifted that one part of me and speared it into her.
“Holy fucking, what-the, YES!” she cried out, fingers raking over my scalp as she tensed. My tongue lapped at her G-spot as I created suction over her clit, sucking hard and savoring this amazing moment.
“Fuck! Oh, God! How…?” Izzy gasped, then her body tensed and convulsed, her core flooded with liquid desire. She tasted like the purest nectar on my elongated tongue. I kept my mouth over her, drinking down her release as she trembled and gave the sexiest little gasps over and over.
Finally, she laughed through her panting breaths. “Well, no man’s ever gone down on me likethatbefore.”
I let her down, her mouth meeting mine with fierce desire, seeming to care little for her taste still on my lips. She devoured me as I — still holding her thighs and controlling her hips — played my rigid tip over her searing hot core.
She pulled her lips off mine, leaning forward to breathe steamy whispers in my ear.
“You need to put that thick fucking dick inside me and fill me with your hot cum.”
I groaned at her heated words.
She pulled back, hands on my shoulders.
“Unless your goal is to destroy me with orgasms before you get yours?” she breathed. “Though that might make it hard for me to walk out of here.” Her sea-green eyes flashed with excitement at that thought.
In that instant, I admired her control. Her eyes usually changed color when aroused, but they were as solid a sea-green as when she’d come in. She had changed, but not all of it was bad.
“If that’s what you want,” I said with a grin.
“I— Oh!” Whatever she’d been about to say was lost as I took her nipple in my mouth again. At the same time I dipped her body to let my tip play in her folds, then drew it out and ground it over her clit.
Our bond made every contact so much more sensitive, heated, and impactful. So, even sucking on one nipple, while alternating between penetrating her and rubbing my dick over her clit, eventually made her come.
“Fuck me!” she hissed as she trembled in my arms, soaking my cock with her release.
ThenI forced her hips down while thrusting up to meet her, filling her perfectly before she had a chance to recover.
Her body arched, tense, hands clasping my shoulders as her hips crashed against me, rocking and bucking with abandon. Her head lolled back, mouth open but making no sound.
There was something utterly divine about Izzy mid-orgasm.
I savored this instant, drinking in my lover’s perfect form, her heavenly ecstasy. I relished the feel of herscorching wetness clamped around my cock and luxuriated in the pounding need hammering through our bond. My own desire elevated to match hers, my dick throbbed, seeking release, but I restrained it. Instead, I thrusted harder, our hips crashing together, our passion run wild.
With her legs like a vice around my waist, I no longer needed my hands to support her and slid them up her sweat-slicked body to her breasts, grasping hard.
A primal scream echoed up from deep within her. Then, her head whipped forward. She couldn’t speak but her lips formed the words: “Yes! Now!”
I let out a savage roar of my own as I gave into the demand of my body and filled her with my release. My cock pulsed so hard it hurt. Izzy’s eyes crossed, her body convulsing in time with mine, her fingers digging into my shoulders as her body twisted and writhed.
Tears left my eyes at the perfect completeness of our merged desire, the utmost fulfillment of our bond.
I pulled Izzy close, hugging her tight as we trembled through that sublime moment.
And when, eventually we finished, she remained holding me tight, legs around my waist.
I didn’t want to let her go either.
But then slowly, she pulled back.
“Vyns’ spirit has shifted,” she said. I didn’t know what that meant, and she didn’t seem entirely certain herself. “He’s… worried? I think he’s trying to tell me something, perhaps that it’s nearly morning and I should go.”
Still we lingered, kissing lightly, brushing lips and holding each other close.
