His jaw clenched as she spread the cum over the head of his sex. She hooked one hand around his neck while the other fisted his cock, and sucked on his lower lip as she worked his erection. With a low growl, he fastened his mouth on hers. She hastily stepped back before he could deepen the kiss.
He growled.
Smiling, she tugged his pants down, then lowered to her knees.
His stare burned like silver flames.
Slowly, she ran her tongue along his thick length, over the slick head, before she took him into her mouth. He was too big, and her jaw stretched as she sucked him, taking as much of him as she could. She fisted the root of his sex and the inches she couldn’t swallow, letting her tongue and teeth drag along his length as she withdrew.
A groan of pure need escaped him. “Fuck, Leya!”
His arms strained, the vein on his neck popping. Still, he let himself be tethered, his gaze locked on her as he pushed into her mouth again. She grabbed his thigh with her free hand, tightened her lips and fingers around his girth, and worked him with pressure, her tongue, and a light scrape of teeth.
God, but she loved the taste of her mate. More, she loved the blazing passion in his eyes, all for her.
She stroked his balls, and he groaned. “You do that, I’m going to come—”
Then come,she telepathed, refusing to stop, wanting to shake the foundation of all that he was. She worked him faster, her lips constricting around him, and then she lightly squeezed his balls again—
“Vae!”The twine snapped, and he fisted her ponytail, tilting her head up and shuttling his sex faster, but making sure not to choke her. In and out, he thrust, then stiffened, a deep groan breaking free as he found his release…
Then he hauled her into his arms and kissed her deeply. He scooped her up and crossed to the chaise lounge. He removed her top, and her skirt followed, leaving her in silky black underwear and boots. His big palms squeezed her breasts; he drew her bra lower and suckled her stiff nipple, his fingers rolling the other.
She gasped, need strumming straight to her core.
“On the lounger. Knees up.”
Leya stumbled back and lay on the chaise lounge, placing her booted feet flat on the forest-green velvet, her head resting on the low, sloping backrest.
A dagger appeared in his hand. Hunkering at her side, he sliced her silky panties down the middle, and she didn’t even care.
“You’re so wet. Feel.”
She blinked.
He took her hand and ran her fingers along her folds. She was soaking. Heck, she would have blushed in embarrassment if she wasn’t so turned on. Then his mouth came down on her core, and he licked her from bottom to top. “Open more, Leya.”
“What?” she rasped, so on edge.
He took her hand and used her fingers to splay her folds apart.
“Yes. Exactly how I like you, so I see every inch of you.” He teased her opening with his tongue, then dragged the tip up before sucking her throbbing flesh into his mouth.
She moaned and grabbed his hair. He tightened his lips around her clit, the tugging sensation trapping every cognizant part of her in a flood of need.
God! She shuddered. He pushed a finger into her, followed by another, then he was sucking with firmer pulls, fingers pumping into her, and she forgot everything. Only aware of his wicked tongue, his devilishly pumping fingers, the sensation coiling her body like a spring.
His lips gripped her flesh firmly, and he tugged—
Her orgasm crashed through her, sending her mind spinning…
When she came back to herself, she found him watching her from between her thighs, placing little kisses on her belly. “I could live here.”
She huffed out a laugh as he dragged her down to the flat surface of the lounger. He palmed his cock and tugged. Then he moved over her, notched the head at her opening, and pushed. Her breath caught as he slid in.
“Did you think we were done,caeli mea?”
She panted, her core stretching to accommodate him. “I guess not…”
