Phoenix’s hands slid to my waist, his touch warm against my bare skin. when he pulled back, his once copper brown eyes were glowing bright green. The canopy of purple-orange leaves began to move, responding to his magic. The branches lowered and twisted inward, weaving together above and around us like living walls. Within seconds, Phoenix had created a private cocoon of shimmering foliage that enclosed us completely.
I placed my hands on his broad shoulders and gently pushed him back until he was lying on the blanket. His breath hitched as I straddled him, my thighs bracketing his hips.
“Jupiter,” he murmured, his hands settling on my waist.
I leaned down and kissed him again, then sat back to pull his shirt up and over his head. The sight of his bare chest made my mouth go dry. Phoenix was built like a warrior god, with smooth bronze skin stretched over hard muscle, with intricate tattoos representing his Taurus heritage spiraling across his left pectoral and down his arm like vines.
“Holy shit, Phoenix,” I breathed, running my fingers across the ridges of his abdomen.
I bent to press my lips to his collarbone, then trailed kisses down his chest. He was so tall, so powerfully built, that it felt like I was climbing a mountain as I worked my way down his torso. My tongue traced each defined muscle, tasting salt and earthiness. Phoenix’s hands fisted in the blanket beneath us, his breathing growing ragged as I moved lower. When I reached the waistband of his pants, I glanced up to find him watching me.
“I want to taste you,” I said, my fingers working at the button of his pants.
He nodded wordlessly, lifting his hips to help as I tugged down the zipper and his cock sprang free, thick and hard and perfect, and a groan escaped me at the sight.
“Fuck—” Phoenix cursed when I wrapped my hand around him.
I leaned down and licked across the tip, gathering the bead of precum there. The taste was salty and masculine, making my own arousal spike again. Remembering the chocolate, I reached for the small bowl beside us and dipped my fingers into the still-warm liquid.
“What are you—oh shit—” I drizzled the chocolate over his cock, watching as it ran in rivulets down his length.
I bent and slowly licked up the underside of his shaft, savoring the contrasting flavors of chocolate and skin. Phoenix moaned, his hips jerking involuntarily. I took my time, cleaning every drop of chocolate from his cock with long, slow strokes of my tongue before finally taking him into my mouth.
He groaned, one hand coming to tangle in my hair. “That’s it, love. Just like that.”
I hummed around him, taking him deeper, loving the weight of him on my tongue. His hips began to thrust gently, carefully, as if he was afraid of hurting me. I encouraged him with my hands and mouth, working him until his breathing turned ragged. When I couldn’t wait any longer, I released him with a wet pop and stood to shimmy out of my shorts.
“Are you sure?” he asked, his voice strained.
In answer, I straddled him again, positioning myself above his cock. I sank down slowly, taking him inch by exquisite inch, my body stretching to accommodate his size. When he was fully seated inside me, I paused, adjusting to the fullness.
“You feel so fucking delicious,” I whispered, rolling my hips.
His hands gripped my waist, guiding my movements as I began to ride him. I set a leisurely pace, lifting up until just thetip remained inside before sliding back down. Each time I took him to the hilt, a small sound of pleasure escaped.
“That’s it,” he whispered, his voice thick and low.
I braced my hands on his chest, losing myself in sensations. He leaned up, kissing me hard as his arm tightened around my waist to keep me still. My movements got shorter, faster and harder. He was slamming me down onto his cock now, guiding my hips, keeping me exactly where he needed me.
“Phoenix, I’m so close.”
He held on even tighter and flipped us over, never breaking our connection. He was so large and so strong that it took absolutely no effort for him to maneuver me. My back was pressed against the blanket as he loomed above me, his powerful body caging mine.
“Let me,” he growled, hooking my leg over his arm to change the angle.
He drove into me, his thrusts hard and deep and perfect. Phoenix knew how to fuck. He knew every place to touch, rub and lick. He knew how hard to thrust, when to be soft and when I needed more.
“Don’t stop,” I begged. “Please don’t stop.”
He didn’t. He kept his rhythm exactly where it needed to be until my clit was throbbing, and a warm gush of liquid coated his cock and the blanket beneath us. My whole body locked up as I screamed, thighs quivering.
Phoenix came hard, his rhythm faltering as he buried himself deep inside me with a guttural moan. I felt him pulse, filling me as his forehead dropped to rest against mine. We were both breathing hard, our hearts pounding like we’d run several miles.
We stayed like that for a minute, but eventually, to my dismay, he pulled out and rolled to the side, keeping me tucked against him as we caught our breath.
The leaves above us had begun to glow softly in the fading afternoon light. I traced patterns on Phoenix’s chest, feeling his heartbeat gradually slow beneath my fingertips.
“I didn’t plan for this to happen, I swear.”
