With another catch of her breath, she moved her body lower, sliding it along my leg. It was just skin, yet it thrummed with pleasure from the touch of her flesh.
Sensing I was losing this game, I doubled my efforts with my threads, and when she started thrusting her hips toward them, I grinned.
But when she took me into her mouth, my groan ripped out and my grin was stolen. She looked up at me, her eyes gleaming slyly. She was doing this for me, but she was also doing it for herself, and that humbled me as much as the knowledge that she saw me and still loved me.
Her head bobbed up and down, and her tongue . . .
Fuck, I was losing control ofeverything. It was all I could do to keep my threads teasing, to keep driving her to the point where she’d lose the control I was barely holding onto myself.
In no time, I was jerking my hips up, driving my cock into her mouth, and I didn’t care about what was going on around me. It was a fine line between exploding and holding on. And fuck, I wanted to hold on. I didn’t want to lose myself until she was with me.
And she would be.
Finally, when I was about to latch onto her and put her into a position where I could plunge my cock into her wet sheath, she lifted her head, releasing me with a smooth pop. With a sweet smile, she slid her body up mine and rose over me.
“I’d ask if you enjoyed that,” she said. “But unless a beastslipped into the room when I wasn’t looking, I’d say yes, you do love the feel of my tongue.”
“Fury,” I growled, nearly come undone.
She held the head of my cock at her saturated entrance, dragging it through her folds. “Do you need something else from me, my wicked fae lord?”
“Fuck me.”
“I believe I shall.” She dropped down hard on my cock, impaling herself on the length. A wiggle of her cute ass sunk me deeper, and it was all I could do to hold on, to keep myself from giving in.
Not until she’d found her pleasure. Not until she’d found her pleasure.
I slid my threads out of her passage, leaving some to stroke her clit.
Her core clenched around me, and my fucking balls tightened.
I was about to break loose; it was all I could do to hold back. As she rose and dropped back down in a lazy manner, her face overcome with bliss, I thrust up to meet her.
She was beauty personified. Her face, suffused with pure pleasure, spoke of her love for me. The light in her eyes pierced my soul, and I knew I’d never be the same. My heart swelled. I was going to burst, and I’d only be reclaimed when I fell into this woman’s arms.
Power rushed through me as she stroked my chest, my sides. She bucked up and down, rocking against me before lifting completely. With a smile, she released me with a sucking sound that brought out my needy groan. Before I could say a thing,she turned her back to me and placed my cock at her entrance once more, plunging back down on it hard.
Fuck, yeah.
I sat and held her, rocking myself up into her while she rode me, her moans echoing in the room, harmonizing with my growls and groans.
There was nothing more arousing than knowing that this woman wanted me above all others.
Her whimpers grew feverish, as did her pace. “Not enough. Not enough!”
I urged her onto her hands and knees and gripped her hips tight. Then I ripped out of her and shot my cock back inside.
“Yes,” she moaned, her head dropping. She shoved back to meet each of my thick, driving thrusts, and I let loose, giving her everything I had and more.
The sight of her taking me so deeply, of her rocking back with hard jerks, made me come undone.
“Fury,” I growled, securing my grip on her hips, pushing into her harder and faster. My head reeled back and every muscle in my body tightened, sinew forging to tendons as my balls tightened and an orgasm started burning through me.
Not yet.
My threads stroked her clit, coiling around it and tugging.
I fought back my pleasure, focused solely on hers.
