My body melted under the bizarre, intimate attention.
The druid whispered, “Someone likes it.”
I didn’t trust myself to talk, so I nodded instead.
Nial split the flame in two, the little yellow licks of heat racing up my skin and focusing on my nipples, heating them, dancing softly on and over the taut skin.
Shit, I was so bothered. I felt like if anything even remotely sexual happened, I would come.
What happened was more than remotely sexual—it was delightfully so. While I lay there, trying to stay even and keep breathing, I heard a soft buzzing sound. A second later, my curiosity was satisfied when a cool, buzzing sensation tickled the entrance to my sex.
A vibrator.
I didn’t know where the hell it had come from, but it merrily buzzed between my legs.
I started to squirm, a lot.
“You like?” he asked, resting his chin on my mons.
The slick silk from my depths glistened on his chin, and that was also wantonly delicious to me. I had to answer, but I didn’t trust my voice at that point. I had a vibrator in my pussy, a tongue on my clit, and magic fire playing with my nipples.
Shit.
It was the only word my brain came close to finding.
I nodded at Nial, who immediately went back to licking me to the heights of orgasm.
Come I did, this time, not holding back my scream of pleasure. It echoed off the walls, and I was shocked to hear the heights of pleasure in my own voice. The climax didn’t just disappear this time either. Slowly, Nial coaxed more of it out of me and had my body shaking and sweaty in the throes of delight.
He was above me a moment later, and I hadn’t even realized he’d moved.
The big blunt head of his cock waited at my entrance.
When he leaned down, his breath tickled my neck. “You have such a fine, fine cunny to bury my cock in.”
“Do it,” I whispered, trailing my sharp nails over his chest and finding his own peaked nipples. I pinched, and he gasped, shoving into the depth of my sex. He found the end of me, and my body shivered in the not quite pain of him as he seated himself fully into my depths. “Damn, you feel good.”
The man needed a compliment, right?
I think he did. It seemed warranted for the time.
“I hate you so much, Gwen.” Pulling himself back out and thrusting back in, he crushed my breasts as the heat of the little flame disappeared. “I hate what you are. And I especially hate your pussy because it’s fucking perfect.”
I almost laughed.
I guess the gifted compliment was well-timed.
“Shut up, Nial. I’m here for you to fuck me, not make conversation.” I reached up behind me and grabbed the bars of his brass headboard. “I hate you too—so just take what you need, and give me what I’m here for.”
Wrapping his elbows under my legs, he pushed my legs back and up and opened my sex like a flower. Cooled air flowed over me, helped by Nial’s magic, and heightened the contact of his hot skin slapping and plunging into me.
His cock glided over my clit at this angle—and I was glad for that. I was busy playing with his nipples and getting little purrs and moans out of him as I did. He was rewarded with my bellows and shouts as he continued to try to thrust himself deeper and deeper.
Hell, it did feel so good. His delightful erection sawed in and out, in and out of my entrance. His dark skin glistened with a sheen of sex sweat and was magnificent above me.
He closed his glorious eyes and his strokes shortened, harder. I twisted and pulled on his nipple, scraping my nails along his chest this time. Popping his eyes open, his gaze bore into mine, burning me with the lust and desire in the bright, green, fiery depths.
“So wet, so hot,” he managed to grunt. “How does a tiny little thing like you manage to take so much of my cock?”
