I outright laugh this time. “That’s better. It’s weird not to have you yelling at me.”
“I’m not—” she begins, but I don’t need an answer, not when it will make me want to kiss her. Which will make her want to love me more. It’s a slippery slope.
I shove myself back into her hot mouth, much farther than I thought possible, slamming into the back of her throat. She gags,releasing her hand to smack my thigh, an obvious smile around me—and in her eyes. They water, making them even more beautiful.
She loves it.
And that’s better than loving me.
I wait for her to recover, then push in again. “You’re a natural.”
Whatever she says is no more than a muffled grunt, drool spilling down her chin. A work of art. Godsdammit, I want her more than I know what to do with. Not only her pink pussy, her tight ass and tempting tits—I want to make her mine in every way, claim her, keep her, mark her, chain her up and please her until she begs for me to stop… love her like no one else has.
I love her, Kelter interrupts, as breathless as me.
Anger strikes, contracting every muscle in my body.Not like I do, I grind out. Never picks her head up again, her forehead wrinkling in confusion. She doesn’t need to be reminded he can feel all of this. She takes a quick glance around, finding nothing but walls of water and steamy springs.
“Ready?” I ask, pushing wet hair from her face. “Lips tight. And no teeth unless you want mine sinking into you.”
She nods, a grin peeling her lips away from me. Her heartbeat takes off again. And mine.
“I got you,” I whisper.
Her eyes fill with gratitude, soft with affection, both emotions surging into me.
No. Not that. Shit. I renew my hold on her heart and adjust my grip on her hair, angling her head just right, then thrust my hips upward. Again and again. “You like how I fuck your sweet mouth?”
She makes perfect sounds, moaning, squealing with each deep entrance and squeezing my leg.
“Louder.” She ups her volume, her eagerness too.
I groan. Her enjoyment hits me along with my own, doubling the sensation, a give and take at once. I need more. A better angle. I push her away and pull my legs from the water in a single movement, then swing one over her head so she’s lying between them, still in position.
She smiles.
And I almost come all over her pretty face.
Me too,Kelter says.
I need you to shut the fuck up. I’m sick of saying it.
The slow lick of her lips nearly destroys me. I grab her ears and line myself up with her mouth. Then control that piece of her I own to make her speak.
“Fuck my mouth, guard. I want your come down my throat.” She gasps, another smile hitting her cheeks. “You made me say that!”
“Open wide, little prisoner.” I tug her by the ears and force myself inside. She’s warm and wet, her lips tight, but it’s how much she wants it that has me pulling her down onto me, harder and harder, losing control.
She reaches up and tugs at my hands until I release her, reluctantly. She slides slowly up my full length, then licks down the underside. Down and down.
“Get that ass over here,” I command.
She obeys, pivoting and scooting closer over the wet stone floor, not even lifting her lips from where they plant kisses on my balls. Then, without a questioning look or any warning whatsoever, she sucks one inside, exactly the right amount of gentle pressure, and releases it, returning to eager licks. The look comes after—bright, knowing eyes staring up at me from between my legs. If I could die, this might have done it. Then she opens her mouth and takes me in again.
I brush her cheek, then pull my hand away. Dammit. No affection, or she’ll know how I feel. She settles in, a hand on each of my thighs, as if she thinks I’ll actually last any real amount of time like this.
I lean forward, grabbing her ass on my way to find her soaked pussy, and shove two fingers inside, another back into her ass. She doesn’t realize I’m getting it ready for my cock. Or how much she’s going to love it. She’ll be so full of me she’ll feel it for a week after. She cries out in pleasure, a breathtaking sound with my balls half in her mouth.
As if in response, she takes me into her hand, stroking while I lose myself in the roll of her tongue, the wet smacks, the way she hums and moans and devours me like there’s not a single other thing she’d rather be doing.
