He grabbed her breast through her dress, and her nippleshardened. He lifted and kneaded, but it wasn’t enough. She had to have her bosom bare to him.
Her hands went to her ties at the front of her dress. He helped her, both of them tugging, eager to free her breasts. She lifted the left breast out of her stays, and he lifted the right and fed it into his mouth, sucking and biting at her breast through her shift.
The muslin was old but had always been coarse, and the slide of the weave and his lips over her nipple drove her need higher and higher, and when he bit down, holding the nipple between his teeth, worrying it with his tongue, his lips sucking, she flailed in the most delicious agony.
“Ahhhhh!”
Now the other breast, and he was ravenous there, too. He burrowed into her teats, savagely taking her flesh. He was a beast, ripping at her.
His knuckles came against her maidenhair, his cock pushed at her opening.
“You want this cock,” he said, and the beast’s voice was a deep rumble.
“I want your cock,” she moaned. “Want.”
She pushed down, and his cock went inside her.
Oh. Oh, oh.
He stretched her, filled her, and the ache of her quim became a flaming arrow, cutting through her center and forcing her up and off his chest.
She rose above him, his cock spearing her, holding her to him.
They both held still, and she saw more than wildness in his face. She saw worship. She was a mighty goddess, accepting the tribute of his hard cock.
And she was Susannah, his love, and she would burn the world for him.
She lifted her hips, her thighs quivering already, but shewas strong, and she would take his tribute, the glide of his cock against her walls as she moved upwards and forwards and then back down again.
The rightness of it overwhelmed her. His cock, her quim, her rising up and coming back down again, sliding onto the meat of him.
Their meats meeting, moving away and then together again, but not parting. Never parting.
He reached for her breasts, clutched them.
“Fuck.” His hands were suddenly claws, and there was a ripping sound, and her wet shift was torn open, and his hot hands were on her skin and lifting her breasts as she rode his cock.
“Susannah,” he said. His eyes had gone dark, the pupils vast and open to the rain, to her. “My love.”
His hands dragged down her body and clutched her hips, his fingers sank into her flesh. He lifted his own hips, thrust into her.
They both grunted as skin slapped together, as they collided with the force of their mutual desire.
His hand went under her petticoat, touched her nub. Her back arched as ecstasy spiked through her from that touch.
“Susannah,” he said.
His finger drummed against that most exquisitely sensitive place. The whole of her sex was alive and on fire from being filled and stroked at the same time. She was goddess and beast, in one, and she was fucking him, fucking him, driven to ride him harder, to drive him into the ground.
“You will come,” he said.
She was mindless. He had made her so.
And he had her. He was the one on his back, but he had her. He had her on the edge of something steep and high and narrow and dangerous as the fire rose higher.
Hisfinger went faster. The flames licked, climbed, and her precipice was on fire, and she could not go forward or back.
She had no choice but to fly. She took wing and soared into the sky.
