A mischievous smile teased her lips. She parted her legs about a foot.
“Is this good?”
“A little more.”
“This much?”
“Almost.”
“You’re such a demanding man,” she teased, opening her legs a little wider.
Her thick scent hit him, and Soren’s purr deepened to something more frenetic, more feral. His cock throbbed painfully, needing inside the glistening pink cunt peeking at him from between the ribbons.
Hold strong, he told himself.
Palming her knees, Soren pushed her legs fully apart. She gasped in delight as she was exposed to him, her playful gaze glittering as she watched from the bed.
Enket at inan,the ribbons really didn’t cover anything, looping over the apexes of her thighs rather than her cunt. If anything, spread like this, the ribbons helped keep her open for his hungry attentions.
Planting a hand beside her waist on the bed, he leaned over her. But rather than give her the kiss she expected, he traced his lips over the soft swells of her breasts, pushed up by the bodice of her stays. He kissed the tops and licked between them before trailing down her middle. Maeve rocked and squirmed beneathhim, but he wouldn’t be hurried.
A curse fell from his lips as he descended on her, mouth fixing to the fragrant cunt he wanted to devour. Maeve mewled and moaned his name, hand sinking into his mane as his tongue lavished her clitoris. Something of an expert now on her pleasure, after a summer of being a devoted and studious pupil, Soren teased and suckled, working her up slowly.
When she dug her fingers into the hair behind his ear or rocked her hips, he backed off, instead petting her with gentle laps. When she gave in, laying still for him again, he resumed, cupping the underside of her clitoris on his tongue or spearing it inside her weeping entrance.
Her abdomen contracted and her lips opened wide on another moan.
Surging over her, Soren dug his paw under her and flipped her to her front. Maeve landed with a surprisedoomph, her backside bouncing enticingly. Getting her elbows under her, she pouted at him over her shoulder.
“So-ren,” she whined.
“Patience,eremi,” he rumbled, leaning over her again.
He earned another gasp when the hot bar of his cock settled on her backside. She wiggled for him, nearly driving Soren mad.
He didn’t know how much longer he could tease the both of them, but since he’d undressed her, he’d needed to feel his cock sliding against her backside again.
Humming with approval, Maeve sank her chest into the bed, spread her knees, and lifted her hips in the air.Ibás, it was a wicked, naughty thing to do. Hooking a thin strip of fabric with a claw, he pulled it to the side, making room for his cock to slide between her cheeks. Maeve shuddered, head falling forward, as Soren teased them both.
She cradled him so sweetly, the taut ribbon teasing his cockhead on every forward stroke.
His heart nearly beat out of his chest as he watched and felt her wiggle her hips more, her swollen pink cunt beckoning.
Her whines were muffled in the coverlet, but Soren understood.
Tracing a ribbon to her front, he fixed it over her clitoris.
“Wuh…?”
Holding himself by the root, Soren plunged inside. Maeve’s back arched, taking him deeper. Slick and needy, she welcomed him inside, coaxed him deeper. Soren slid halfway in without effort, and another thrust brought him to the knot.
Thumb tangled in that ribbon, he pulled it tighter. Maeve jolted as he thrust forward, pinching her clitoris between the ribbon and his cock. Her head lolled back and forth on the bed, her shoulders shaking.
Soren cursed and prayed—it should really be him on his knees, thanking any deity or entity that’d listen.
Instead, he worshiped before his owninaná, a grateful, devoted supplicant.
Enamored with the way her backside bounced against him with each stroke, Soren quickened his thrusts, their bodies slapping wetly together in a medley of moans and growls.
