Her pussy was so hot and wet around my fingers, gripping them so hungrily, like she couldn’t live without them, that my cock ached to replace them. But not before she came a few more times for me.
I had to take it slow with her. To make it into something she couldn’t live without. And from the look in her eyes, I thought that I could.When I’d wrung every last shudder from her, I knelt between her thighs, licking my lips as I dipped my head.
This is my favorite taste in the world.
“Do you know how bad I’ve wanted to taste you again?” I whispered to her, licking my lips. She almost whimpered. “Mouthwatering,” I rasped. “Andsobeautiful.”
My voice sounded unfamiliar to me. So hoarse I wondered if she could understand what I was saying. I bent down and nuzzled her slick cunt, making her cry out.Then I brushed my mouth against her sensitive lips, my breath hot on her. She drew her knees up around me.
“Savla! Please!”
I parted her with my fingers.
“Please,” she breathed again. When my tongue first dipped to her, I groaned against her so hard, she felt it, shaking under me.
She moaned with abandon, more relaxed than the first time we’d done this. Pressing my mouth to her again, I delved my tongue, licking her deeply, thoroughly.I was making her melt for me. Exploring her with my lips, my fingers—everything I could as she arched her hips against me.
“Your taste . . . drives me mad,” I snarled with a firm lick over her clit.
My tongue laved over it again and again, without mercy, until she was helplessly undulating to my mouth. And with one final suck, she keened with pleasure, her thighs stiffening around my head. Triumph flared through me.
The taste, sound andsmellof her was driving me insane. I reached for my cock, giving it a quick pump of my fist. It reminded me of nights without her. How my memory of what she looked like and smelled like would drive me to fuck my fist until I came over and over again.
Nothingcould compare to the real thing though. I flicked my tongue over her, tasting her release and preparing her for another. Because shewouldbe coming again for me. Over and over if I had anything to say about it.
When I’d wrung every last shudder from her body, I knelt between her thighs, then fisted my cock to run the head up and down her plump, soaking pussy.
“Relax, Zoga,” I murmured to her, running my palm up and down her body until she was a puddle under me. She nodded up at me, looking delirious in her pleasure, and I leaned over her, resting my elbows beside her head.
With every single ounce of will that I possessed, I made myself inch into her tightness, going slow and ensuring that she was writhing against my cock before I gave her more, holding her gaze the entire time. Her breath hitched in, but she never looked away from me.
I was awash with emotions and sensations as I rocked into her, going deeper with each thrust. When I was deep inside my female, I almost lost my mind.
“Did I hurt you?” I asked her, when I saw her close her eyes for a second. They flew open immediately and she shook her head.
“No, Savla. Never.”
I let her get used to me, holding myself still and sweating from the effort it took not to thrust into her tight, lusty little body. I’d make this last, but already my balls were tightening with the need to come.
Her magick and our bond sparkled around us, enhancing the moment with the love that we had for each other. I blinked away the tears in my eyes at the wonder of the moment. Of being inside my mate, and I watched one overflow hers.
“I love you,” she whispered, and I pressed my forehead against her, a low groan leaving my chest. I was being bombarded from all sides. Pleasure, tenderness and love for this female.
My mate.
“I love you,” I said in a rush, the emotion overflowing frominside me as we rocked together, slow and sweet. Different from how it’d been before.
I stirred myself inside of her, savoring her wetness surrounding me. She moaned when I withdrew almost all the way out, then cried out as I drove inside for the first time. A real thrust.
The pressure. Her tight pussy. It might be too much.
Struggling to control myself, I tilted my hips up again then plunged home.
“Fuck,” I groaned, still keeping my gaze focused on hers. Something was passing between us. Something more than sex. More thanwordseven. Something that transcended my understanding, and I just let it happen.
She was already close again. I could feel her body quivering beneath me, her thighs tightening and relaxing around my hips. With another exquisite thrust that made me shudder violently over her, her little fingers dug into the muscles of my back.
When I pulled back for my next thrust, her pussy squeezed my cock like it’d never let me go and it took all my strength—both mental and physical—not to come inside her. Once more, I thrust inside, needing to bury myself to the hilt.
