He sat back on his haunches, looking at her. Not touching her but, instead, devouring her with his eyes as the furnace between them ratcheted higher. Goose bumps broke out over her arms as her nipples tightened into hard buds.
He settled his big hands on her thighs, his eyes on hers. “Open.”
Bard.
She let her legs fall open. Felt his approval resonating through her body. And then he leaned down and licked her. A long, slow drag of his hot, wet tongue, all the way past her entrance, through her folds, to press heavily on her clit.
She whimpered, and he lifted his head to frown at her. “No noise. Or the guards outside will hear.”
She knew from Eshcol that until he had control, he wouldn’t move. And she needed him to move. She shoved her fist into her mouth, and he grunted in approval. And then lowered his head and licked her again.
And again.
Scorching glides through her swollen folds. Parting her. Teasing at her entrance and then away again as her thighs trembled.
He sucked her clit between his lips, a long, devastating pull. She squirmed, desperate to get closer, needing something to fill the growing ache inside her. But he dropped a heavy hand onto her hip and held her still.
He lifted his head and licked his lips. “Show me your breasts. I want to see them. Last time—”
Last time, they’d still had their clothes half on. Last time, her breasts had been a small handful.
She took the heavy mounds in her hands, lifting them as he groaned. She pinched her nipples, rolling them between her thumb and fingers, tugging and scratching along the sides of her breasts as he watched, licking his lips.
Then he used his fingers to spread her open and dropped his head to slowly spear her with his tongue.
Her back arched off the floor, her hips lifted up into his mouth as he used his thumbs to stroke her, still pushing into her with his tongue.
Her hands faltered, leaving her breasts to grip the blankets in tight bunches. Searching for something to hold on to. Bard. She was so close. Her gasping pants shuddered in her ears as he wound her tighter and tighter.
He chuckled in appreciation, his breath hot against her. “Gods. I can’t tell you how long I’ve wanted you exactly like this.” And then he licked her again, his mouth and fingers working together to drive her higher and higher as she trembled beneath him.
Lights flickered at the corners of her vision as he pushed two thick fingers inside her, sucking her clit hard at the same time, and a potent wave of ecstasy rushed up through her as she gasped out her climax.
Tor crawled over her, and she lifted her legs to wrap around his hips, groaning under her breath as he slid deep inside her. He lowered his mouth to hers, tasting of musk, of her, surrounding her with his strong, masculine scent.
He slid his hand along her arm, found her hand, and laced his fingers through hers, and then he started to thrust. Slowly at first, long, smooth glides, going deeper and deeper. Then speeding up until her hips were lifting to meet his in a pounding, relentless rhythm. He stroked into her with all the power of his heavy muscles, setting a punishing, consuming pace that drove the air from her body and all thoughts from her mind. He was in her, part of her, the very air she was breathing.
She lifted her free hand up and groped for the wall. Found it and used it to stabilize herself. To hold herself steady under the force of his thrusts.
He reached under her and bunched the blankets so they lifted her hips, angling her so that he ground down on her clit with every heavy stroke, and that sparkling, devastating fire started to build once more.
Then he lowered his mouth to her neck and sucked, growling deep in his throat as he pulled her skin into his mouth, and that low, possessive rumble flung her over the edge once more.
She spasmed around him, whimpering and shuddering, and then, feeling him start to pull out, she tightened her legs. “Stay. Please.”
He let out a low moan, his body rigid over hers. “Keely?”
“Stay.”
“Gods.” He surged forward, pumping into her with short, rapid thrusts until his cock seemed to grow even thicker within her clenching inner muscles. He stiffened, his body trembling as he released into her, flooding her until his seed ran down the inside of her legs. And then he finally collapsed on top of her, his fingers still laced with hers.
He lay like that just for a few seconds, his body pinning hers, before he rolled them to the side, pulling her with him. Holding her in a hot, sweaty tangle.
They caught their breath, coming slowly back down, and he slipped out of her. She tucked her head under his chin, listening to the thudding beat of his heart as it slowly calmed.
He reached over her to grab a blanket and used the corner to help her clean herself, then pulled the other side to cover them both.
“Thank you,” he murmured into her hair.
