He licked her still, dipping his tongue into her entrance. Crawling over her again, he grabbed her chin and tugged. “Open.” When she parted her lips, he spit inside. “Taste yourself. You’re exquisite.”
Shocked, she closed her mouth and swallowed.He spit in my mouth.
Amos’ hand went between them, and he flicked open his pants with efficient precision.Did he practice?
His long body straightened, and he pushed his pants down enough to expose his dick. Holy fucking hell. Clover gawked at the long, thick appendage bobbing between his thighs.Are those…“What are the silver balls?”
Amos looked down, stuck his fingers in his mouth to clean them, and fingered the two silver balls at the tip of his cock. “Rainer said they’ll make it feel better for both of us. He moved his hand to the silver balls above the base of his cock. “This one is just for you.”
“You pierced your dick?” she asked, hoping he didn’t expect her to pierce herself anywhere.
He met her gaze. “I’d do anything for you, and if a thousand piercings would make things better for you, I’d get them.”
Heat flushed through her, ending at the apex of her thighs. “Then put them to good use.”
He closed his eyes and groaned, his cock jumping. “I told you to stop talking like that.” His eyes popped open and narrowed. “You might not be laughing, but I can feel that you want to.”
She giggled then, and his returning smile made her heart soar. “I started taking a tonic to prevent pregnancy a year ago,” she told him.
“I take one too,” he returned, surprising her. “You can stop yours if it makes you sick. Alice said it does for some women.”
Her eyes burned. “Take me, Your Grace.”
Amos actuallygrowled. “Don’t call me that or I’ll spank your ass.”
He crawled over her and fisted his cock to line it up with her entrance. “Do you want me to enter slowly or with one quick thrust?”
“One quick thrust,” she decided after a few seconds. Better to get it over with as quickly as possible.
Her mate leaned down and kissed her, thrusting into her until their hips met. They both gasped, and Clover clawed at his back to fight the pain. It burned and throbbed, and she wondered why anyone wanted to do this.
“Rainer said to wait for you to adjust,” he said, his voice tight.
“Don’t bring up Rainer when you’re buried inside me,” she choked out.
Amos dropped his head. “If you don’t relax, your cunt is going to break my cock off.” A laugh burst out of Clover, the action shaking her body, and Amos groaned. “That’s worse.”
She clamped her lips together, trying to keep her amusement at bay. Miraculously, her body relaxed, and Amos blew out a relieved sigh. The burning had receded to a dull ache, and her body relaxed even more. “You can move now.”
Amos lifted up to peer down at her and pulled his hips back, one of his piercings rubbing over that spot deep inside. “Oh,” she gasped, and lifted her hips to meet him as he pushed back in.
His grunts and gasps were erotic and every time he buried himself, the piercing on his pelvis rubbed against her clit. Now she understood why people liked sex. Very much.
They moved together, the sensations they both felt tangling together through the bond and heightening their pleasure. Neither of them was quiet as they quickened their movements, and when he rotated his hips so his top piercing swirled against her clit again, she shuddered and screamed as her release took over her body. A second wave of pleasure hit her, and she screamed again, not realizing until after they came down from their high that it had been Amos’ pleasure extending her own.
They panted, their chests brushing against each other with every breath. Amos pressed a soft kiss to her lips and pushed a sweaty strand of hair off her forehead. “I love you, Clover Ambrose.”
She swallowed. It was the first time she’d heard him say it in person. “I love you too, Your Grace.”
They both lay in the dirt, laughing, and Clover didn’t know if she’d ever been happier.
16
The next morning, a sharp boot nudged Amos’ back. “Get up before everyone gets here,” Sariah said, nudging him again. He swatted at her leg, but she kicked his hand away. “Unless you want everyone to see your mate in a ripped dress.”
Amos pushed up and glanced down at Clover’s sleeping form, her destroyed dress doing nothing to hide her bare chest.
A shirt and pair of trousers smacked him in the face. “These might be a bit tight, but they should work well enough for you to get her home to change.” Sariah looked him up and down. “You need to change too. Were you two attacked by a mountain lion?”
