She used both hands to stroke him. He loved her touch, even though it was torturously gentle.
“I love the way you feel,” she breathed. “So hard, big, and vital against my palms.”
“You touch me so well, pet,” he said huskily. “Do it harder, yes?”
Immediately, she tightened her grip, and pleasure blasted up his spine as she jerked his rod with her little fists. Christ, he loved what a quick study she was. She pumped him while watching his face, her lips parted with concentration, and that image alone was enough to make a drop of seed bead on his dome. Her gaze flitted on the glistening pearl, then back to his face, seeking the sweetest permission.
“Lick it up,” he said. “There’s a good girl.”
She leaned forward and laved his tip. The sight of her tongue swirling around his bulging crown was enough to bring forth another droplet. She took that one too, lapping it up like an eager kitten. He thanked his lucky stars that she had a passion and native talent for fellatio. Time to push her further. He fisted her hair, admiring the fiery ribbons wound around his fingers.
“Did I tell you how much I adore your natural color?” he asked.
“Only about a hundred times this evening.” Her smile held a hint of smugness.
“Saucy wench,” he admonished. “If you cannot accept a compliment without it going to your head, then I shall give you something else. Open wide for my cock now.”
She did, and he pushed his prick through the lush hole of her lips. His spine bowed as her kiss engulfed him, the perfect blend of heat, wetness, and suction. He pulled out and pushed in, this time deeper, savoring the velvet cushion of her tongue.
“Devil and damn, I love your mouth,” he growled.
Her hummed reply was muffled by his plunging cock. Her lips formed a tight seal as he plumbed her lush depths, her eyes watering with proof of her effort, her palms quiescent against his bulging thighs. When he tightened his grip in her hair, giving a slight twist, she moaned around her mouthful. Every moment he shared with Xenia made way for new discoveries, new avenues to explore. Their passion was untamed and visceral, erotic beauty in its purest form.Thiswas the connection of his deepest fantasies, and it unleashed a primal urge to mark and claim what belonged to him: his wanton minx and lover…his future wife.
His Xenia.His.
His burgeoning conviction drove him deeper into her kiss. The shining trust in her eyes brought a sting to his. She overwhelmed him: with physical pleasure, yes, but so much more. Emotion surged through him like the finale of Beethoven’s Ninth, jubilation that was all the greater for the suffering that went before it. His hips bucked, his cock lodging in his beloved’s throat, but her gaze only mirrored his own wild joy.
Being held by her, desired by her, for nothing more than being himself, brought him right to the edge. With his last ounce of self-possession, he tried to pull free…only to feel her hands slide over his arse, holding him in place. Her squeeze signaled a decadent offer that made his vision darken with lust.
“Are you certain, love?” he said harshly. “You have me so lathered up that I will fill up your sweet mouth. I’ll come so hard you’ll have no choice but to swallow me down.”
Her needy moan pushed him past the boundaries of civility and self-control. Grunting, he thrust deeper and deeper still, taking everything she had to give. The climax rumbled through him, and he buried himself in her throat, his stones pulsing against her lips as he exploded. He shouted her name as bliss jetted from him. He came and came, his release so copious that she gagged and sputtered, the lovely music wringing him of his last drop.
Chest heaving, he withdrew, and his heart stuttered at her expression. Her eyes were soft and dreamy, her sinfully red hair tousled by his hand. She looked like a sleepy angel…except for the sheen of his seed on her swollen lips. Astoundingly, he was still hard, and from the way his cock twitched, the road to recovery would be short. In the meantime…
He helped her up and tipped her head back.
Smiling, he said, “Your turn.”
“Oh, Ethan.” Xenia rocked her head back and forth. “I can’t, not again.”
She was lying on a waist-high bale, Ethan’s jacket buffering her from the prickly straw. Not that she would have noticed it: her nerves were too saturated with pleasure to feel anything else. She was floating, her bones dissolved by too many climaxes to count. Ethan wasn’t done, however. He had her legs slung over his muscled shoulders and was eating her pussy with wicked voraciousness.
“You can, pet.” Raising his head, he licked his glistening lips. “I want to feel you come again for me.”
To punctuate his request, he drove two long digits into her passage. She was so wet that he slid in easily, pressure morphing into pleasurable fullness. She whimpered as he kept her impaled on his touch.
“Feel how you’re squeezing me,” he said. “This hungry little mouth needs to be fed, doesn’t it?”
“Yes.”
Her reply came out as a gasp because he’d started stirring his fingers, opening her up to even more sensation. She thought nothing could feel better than what he was doing. Then he proved her wrong by curling his fingers, stroking some exquisite place inside her that set off blissful tremors. He kept doing it, rubbing and rubbing that spot. The climax started at her core, rippling outward in deep, ecstatic waves. Her entire body shook as she came.
“By Jove, you’re incomparable,” he murmured.
He pulled her up, only to spin her around. With a hand between her shoulder blades, he pushed her down until she was bent over the bale. Her nipples chafed against the straw where it wasn’t covered by his coat, but she liked the abrasion. Then she felt his cock nudging her rear crevice, and she liked that friction even more. He gripped her by the hip, holding her steady as he slid his erect length along her crack.
“I can’t get enough of you.” His tone was deep and guttural. “I wish you could see what I see.”
