“How much?” he asked, then moved leisurely to the other breast.
“Oh, so much,” she panted, arching her back toward him. “More than I should.”
“Then you will like what I do next even more,” Constantine promised, then raised his head to kiss her. It was brief and fierce, and when he pulled away, he looked positively consumed with need. “Let me show you.”
Elara whimpered, caught between want and fear. Then Constantine rocked his hips against hers, and as she felt the outline of his manhood grind against her mons, she breathed‘yes’.
A raspy groan escaped Constantine’s lips as she gave her consent. This time, as he kissed her, it was long and slow, eachparting and reunion of their lips pulling her deeper into a heady, dizzying arousal. After a moment, he released her wrists, and his kisses began to wander. First from her lips to her chin, then from her jawline down to her throat.
Each touch of his warm lips sent another shiver of desire through Elara’s body as they moved lower, over her breasts, beneath them, as Constantine’s hands gathered her skirts and pushed them up to her hips.
“Legs on my shoulders, wife,” Constantine’s deep voice commanded as he placed them there for her. “I want you open and wide for me.”
Elara blushed deeply at his words, then even more so when she realized that he was actually looking at her sex. For a moment, fear overrode her pleasure, and she felt her body tense. Then she felt Constantine’s tongue slide over her dewy lips, and she melted back into the bed for him.
“That’s my good girl,” Constantine breathed, then swirled his tongue above her lips.
Elara gasped and bucked as his tongue slid over a sensitive spot she never knew she had.
“There it is,” Constantine groaned, and began to suckle that taut little bundle of nerves. “I was certain you would like this.”
Pleasure surged through Elara’s body, overtaking every nerve and tendon with each flick of Constantine’s tongue. Her breaths shifted from short and raspy to deep and slow as he pushed two fingers inside her. Her hands clenched, relaxed, then clenched again into his hair as she approached a peak.
“Oh... I feel like... Oh...”
Without meaning to, her thighs clamped down on Constantine’s shoulders as she felt his finger thrust between her flooded folds, and as her release took over her body, she moaned loudly and squeezed his neck with her thighs.
Constantine moaned as she came, and his hands came suddenly around her outer thighs, stopping her from releasing her legs from him, and he removed his finger only to bury his tongue deep inside her.
Wave after wave of ecstasy washed over her, drowning her in a sea of bliss until the strength left her limbs and she sank, weak and useless, back into the bed. Even still, Constantine did not stop. His tongue continued stroking back and forth, slower now, as if he was trying to gather and swallow every drop of her release.
It was only when the spasms of oversensitivity abated, and her breath grew normal, that Constantine placed a tender kiss against her mons, and he lifted his head. Elara whimpered as he slid his body back over her, reveling in the sight of his heated gaze and the evidence of her pleasure on his lips.
“Do you want to know what you taste like?” Constantine asked, sliding his palm up her thigh, over her waist, her breasts, until it could settle around her throat again.
It was a wicked question, but Elara could do nothing but weakly nod. Yes. She wanted whatever he was willing to offer at that moment. Satisfaction burned in Constantine’s eyes as she gave him her answer, and he slowly lowered his head until his glistening lips settled over hers. Elara gasped as she tasted herself on his lips, finding the act positively devilish and satisfying all at the same time.
Boldly, she slid her tongue between his lips and tasted his tongue, earning her a deep groan from Constantine. She rather liked the way it tasted. At least when she took it from Constantine’s mouth.
“Now your turn,” she whispered when he pulled back.
For a moment, confusion clouded his dazed expression. Feeling emboldened by their closeness, Elara slid her hand between them and cupped his manhood. She shivered with pleasure when she felt him enlarged and pulsing through his breeches, and she smoothed her palm over his bulge. Another deep groan tore from Constantine’s throat, and he dropped his forehead onto her shoulder.
“Elara.” Even with his deep voice, it sounded like a plea. She rather liked that, and she repeated the motion of her hand. “Stop, you do not have to do this.”
“Please do not treat me as if I am fragile. I have had enough of this in my life. Show me,” she whispered again, this time into his ear. She then kissed his lobe, earning her another shiver from his muscular form.
Silently, Constantine reached between them and unlaced his breeches. With the flick of his hips, the fabric fell away, allowing Elara to touch his bare cock. She shivered at the feel of him in her palm. Large, warm, hard, and pulsing, he was at her mercy.
“Grip me, but gently,” he instructed. “And stroke slowly.”
Elara did as she was told and was quickly rewarded with another heady groan from his lips.
“Elara... I... Please...” Constantine whispered.
A sinful smile spread across Elara’s lips, and she let out a throaty laugh as her touch grew bolder.
“Mm, I like it when you beg me,” she teased, using his own words.
