When he saw her victorious smile as she sank down onto the bed besides him, he grunted, “Demanding, are you not?”
She slid her body next to his and said in his ear, “When I want something badly enough, I can be the most demanding person you’ve ever met.”
A purr sounded deep in his chest and before she knew it, he had his hands spanning the middle of her waist and he was hauling her over his body so that her thighs were straddling the sides of his neck.Her breathing went quick and she looked straight down over him.
“I like this side of you,luxiva,” he purred.
“Y-you’re not upset you lost?” she tried to tease, but her voice was a little too breathless to be taken seriously.
He huffed out a wicked, small laugh, his gaze straying between her splayed thighs.It was possibly even more intimate than sex, she mused.He could see every part of her, right before his very eyes.She thought she would feel self-conscious about it, try to squirm her thighs closed, but she didn’t.If anything, she spread them a little wider, feeling exhilarated by his intent gaze.
“Does it appear that I have lost?” he rasped, shooting a sexy smirk up at her.
She sucked in a breath—maddeningmale—but he dragged her closer until she was straddling his face.
And then he licked.
Cecelia’s head fell back, a loud moan tumbling from her lips.Desperately, she tried to right herself, fearing that she would lose her balance since the muscles in her legs began to tremble.And the thing that she grasped?His horns.
His roar was muffled between her legs but the resulting vibration made her buck against that ridged tongue.Every wet, hot slide against her made those hardened knobs hit all the right places.
She thought she might have hurt him, grabbing his horns like that.She was just about to apologize, when he rasped, “Again.More.Harder.”
Cecelia’s lips parted when she realized he’d liked it.Then her cheeks went hot when she realized that was why his horns always straightened when he was aroused.
So, she tightened her grip, feeling the smoothness of them underneath her palm.They were hard as stone as she squeezed, stroking them up and down, working them like how she wanted to work his cock.
“Wicked female,” he hissed.
His hips bucked as he lapped between her thighs.She felt his jaw moving underneath her.She could perceive the flexing of his tongue as he hit all the places she’d showed him last night.He was a quick learner.Already, she feared she was on the verge of cumming, but she knew from the previous night that he would be relentless, that he wouldn’t stop at just one, that he would wring multiple orgasms out of her until she was spent and begging.
“Yes,” she moaned, when he lightly and gently sucked on her clit, being mindful of his sharp teeth.Pleasure made her stomach clench and her thighs tightened around his face.
Glancing over her shoulder briefly, she saw his thick cock jutting up.His hips were rotating and flexing off the bed, like he was envisioning fucking the place he was currently licking.She gasped, her breathing going erratic.He was so incredibly sexy, so incredibly erotic.In the back of her mind, she wondered if he’d try to orgasm her into exhaustion so she’d forget about their arrangement.As she eyed that thick cock, with its swollen ridges and engorged head, she knew she wouldn’t forget.Ever.
Her first orgasm hit her by surprise, making her twist back around.A cry broke from her lips as her abdomen clenched, making her jerk on his tongue.He suckled harder, steadily increasing pressure, his eyes flickering back and forth from her pussy to her face, as if he couldn’t decide what he would rather watch.
“R-Rixavox,” she whispered brokenly, her neck craning upwards, her eyelids sliding shut as pleasure mounted and then crashed.She moaned with it, gasping for breath, rocking into him, clenching onto his horns for dear life, wondering if she’d ever be the same after someone like him.
It was too much, but not enough.Soon, he was dragging her back up to that cliff, dangling her over the edge, before making her fall all over again.And again.
She’d been right, she thought, dazed, her breathing rough, sweat shining over her sensitive skin.Hewastrying to distract her with orgasms.
“No,” she murmured, her head lolling on her shoulders when she felt him go back to work between her thighs, right on the heels of her fourth orgasm.
She pushed at his shoulders after letting go of his horns and somehow managed to slid off his body, even though his hands grasped at her thighs.
“Nice try,” she gasped, her chest heaving, “but we had a deal.”
His pupils seemed permanently dilated, so black and glassy that she swore she could see her reflection in them.“Luxiva…” he rumbled, a growl following.
She felt as boneless as jelly as she slid down the bed to kneel by his side.But she was a woman determined to bring her man pleasure and she wouldn’t be stopped, even by him.
Though Rixavox was hesitant about her pleasuring him, Cecelia watched his hips pulse towards her when she stretched out her hand.
And then he made a rough sound in the back of his throat when she grasped tightly around the base of his cock and slid her palm up.The ridges were smooth and hard and just feeling them, imagining them inside her, made her spine tingle.
His body went tight and his muscles rippled and shifted underneath his mirage-like skin as she dragged her hand up and down, slowly at first.
