Our bare skin slides against each other. She feels like life. We fit together perfectly as if, despite the impossibility of it, we were always meant to be here.
"You taste sweet," I growl against her breast. "Too sweet."
"Finn.” I love the way she whines my name. “It feels so good. I didn't know I could feel like this."
I release her nipple with a pop.
"You haven't felt anything yet. Wait until I get my tongue on your gorgeous cunt."
"Oh."
Her eyes are wide, but I'm not sure she can see me. They gloss over with lust.
Fingers thread through my hair as I kiss down her body. I lick into her navel before kissing across her hipbones. Her skin is hot beneath my lips. Arden’s breathy moans are music to my ears. Everything about the Queen is decadent.
Spearing my nose into the soft hair atop her pussy, I inhale her heady scent from the source.
"I'm going to make a mess of you," I vow.
"Please, Finn. I need—I don't know what I need."
A growl permeates my chest as I bury my nose against her.
"Me. All you've ever needed was me."
Arden nods, eyes turning heavy.
"You're my missing piece," she whimpers.
Gods, if only things could stay this way. Everything is perfect. I've never felt more at peace in my life.
Adventures and treasures mean nothing to me with Arden laid out before me like a feast. She is naked and desperate. Her hips lift in silent invitation for my mouth. She may be new to the pleasures of the flesh, but my Queen knows how to demand what she wants.
How will I ever manage to leave her? Do I even want to?
That question is too dangerous to consider right now.
"Need to feast on my Queen's pussy. It's dripping for me."
Arden screams as I tease her slit with the firm tip of my tongue. Guiding her legs over my shoulders, I hook her hips in my hands. Pulling her forward, I hold her glistening wetness to my face.
The taste of her is sweeter than any wine or honey. Arden is hot and wet and all mine. I could dine every day between her thighs and never grow bored. I commit her flavor to memory. Her thighs tighten against my cheeks. Arden whimpers, the sight of her desperate state more alluring than a siren’s song.
I taste her again with a broad swipe of my tongue.
Her sweetness sinks into me as I part her. My tongue dives between her soft folds. She shudders again, writhing against my face. With a smirk, I know just what my Queen needs.
I wrap my lips around her needy clit. Sucking hard, I watch her reaction to gauge what’s most pleasurable to her. Arden lurches from the ground with a deep moan. Sounds of pleasure fall from her kiss-swollen lips.
Her blunt nails dig into my scalp as she holds me firmly. Her hips canter, grinding against my face as she chases her pleasure.
Slipping my tongue into her entrance, pleasure pounds through me. I snarl as my hips snap forward and spend into the fabric. I shudder with the force of my climax. The power of it as well as the swiftness, makes my breath catch.
Black stars dot my vision as fire encases my skin. I grunt, rutting against the ground as my seed soaks the grass.
"Finn?"
Arden's voice is rough with pleasure. She’s no doubt wondering why I’ve stopped and shaking violently. When was the last time I came in my pants? I can’t recall. Arden doesn’t even need to pleasure me to make me spend.
