A small laugh trips off his lips. “Patience, love. Lingering makes it all the better. The torture is half the fun.” He kisses me again. His mouth moves languidly, as if we have all the time in the world. I suppose to an immortal man, we do. “I would very much like to put my tongue inside you. Do you want that?”
“Gods, yes.” I don’t mean to reply so quickly or with such fervor, but he meets my eyes and smiles when I do.
“Eager little thing, aren’t you? If you want something, all you must do is say it.”
I have said it,I think to myself. But I decide against complaining when he sucks my nipple into his mouth, his talented tongue teasing me.
“I like to hear you say filthy things just as much as you like to hear me,” he adds.
He kisses his way down my body, making my pulse quicken. I rise on my elbows. I’m not sure if there’s etiquette to this, but I want to see him if I can.
Colden looks up at me. “You like to watch?”
“I’m… I’m not sure. I think maybe I do.”
His smile grows, and he kisses the inside of my thigh. “I think maybe you do, too.”
Gently, he tugs my hips forward, tilting my pelvis upward, angling me better. We lock gazes for a long moment, then he lowers his head and drags his tongue up my center like he’s licking melting cream from a cold treat, pausing at my clit. The groan that leaves him as he slides his tongue back and forth over that bud of pleasure makes my body tighten in response, the sound and feel of his needy moans so erotic. So hungry.
He licks lower and pushes his long tongue inside me, fucking me in a way that is better than I ever imagined, and with far more skill than I might’ve ever hoped for.
I’ve never felt like this. Never felt so entranced as I am by watching Colden feast on me like I’m the last meal he will ever know.
I thread my fingers into his hair and clutch his head, pressing him closer. It bends my mind that I’m already so close to release again, that I can’t control anything about my body as I grind shamelessly against his mouth, loving the way it feels to have his face between my legs, the sense of dominance it gives me.
“Don’t stop,” I plead, but the moment I say those words, he looks up and lifts his head, his red lips glistening in the candlelight.
“I want to make sure I get to feel you come on my cock. We must be a little sparing with the orgasms until I know how many times I can set you off in a night.”
That sends a thrill up my spine. I’m both excited and a little scared to think about what that might be like, learning how much my body can take when it comes to Colden Moeshka.
I drag him back up to me and manage to flip him to his back.
“My, my, I like it when you’re rough.” He grins, big, as do I, just before I kiss him, sucking my own pleasure from his lips.
This kiss is just as feverish as when he was between my legs, but everything seems to shift when I finally slip my hand down and close my fingers around his cock.
“Fuck,” he groans, clasping my face. “I didn’t realize how badly I needed you until tonight. How much I’ve ached for this.”
With that confession, I stroke him, hoping that I’m pleasuring him. I’m assured when he curses again and closes his eyes, biting down on his plump bottom lip.
I glance down. Varin is a lovely man, physically, but Colden is an entirely different creation. He has a pretty cock, plush and pink, the skin unbearably soft, covering inches and inches of rigid delight.
I find that I rather love it. That thick vein running up the underside of his shaft. The swollen head that looks somewhat aggressive. The impossibly stiff nature of it, the way it curves so slightly you could almost miss it, how it looks a tad bit threatening. Something in me comes alive at the sight, wanting to be fucked with that cock until I forget my name.
As I stroke him, a pearl of cum slips to the slit of his head. It’s shocking how that one little drop of pearly white liquid can make my mouth water again, and even more bizarre, compels me to slip down between his legs and take him into my mouth.
“Oh, fuck, Nephele.” He, too, rises on his elbow to watch, pushing my hair back for a better view.
I can’t say that I know what I’m doing, but instinct takes over quickly, as does the deep hunger I feel for this man and his body. I take him as far into my throat as I can, then I pull back out and stroke him, swirling my tongue around his engorged tip.
“Fuck, that feels wonderful,” he whispers, watching closely, his voice suddenly ragged as I flick my tongue over his firm head, tasting the salty proof of his desire.
“I want you to come in my mouth,” I tell him, sucking the tip.
I’ve heard tales. Some women love it. Others do not. I wasn’t sure about myself, especially after feeling the need to pull away when I was with Varin. But Colden? I want it. Icraveit.
“Believe me.” He traces his thumb over my lips as I suck and lick him. “I would love nothing more than to fuck that pretty mouth until cum spills down your chin. And I will. In time. But tonight…” He curls his finger at me. “Come here, little vixen.”
