The dirty talk did it.
The pressure burst into a million pieces, sizzling her nerve endings one by one. She gasped, surprised at the trembling overpowering her limbs. For a moment, it was like air had been sucked from her lungs, and all sounds and sights disappeared. She closed her eyes, seeing stars shooting from the corners, and let the waves of pleasure ride her.
This was…words failed her.
She opened her eyes to find him kissing her cheek, nuzzling, his cock still hard inside her.
“Are you ready for more?” he asked, and she hoped to God he was kidding.
Nassor flipped her around, so she faced the blanket. What else could he be planning? He found his way into her again, without the foreplay from earlier. She propped herself on her elbows, then palmed the blanket and remained on all fours. The primal position turned her on, producing an extra coat of cream in her cunt. He groaned and pulled at her hair. Fuck.
She’d attended workshops about primeval human interactions, and this situation certainly put her in one of them.
Dozens of fireflies surrounded them. If she wasn’t being fucked by a man who bought her, this type of setting reminded her of a fairy tale.
He tugged at her hair, as if on cue, silently telling her not to overthink. She relaxed, and he perched both hands at her waist, jackhammering into her harder than before.
The high level of arousal made her lightheaded, and she clenched the blanket. He didn’t let up, his fingers biting into her skin. The growly sounds from him cut the air. Each thrust hit her deeper, pushing her one step closer to the same precipice from where she’d fallen just a little ago.
He retreated halfway, giving her enough time to catch her breath, then slammed to her hilt again, and soon a stir swirled through her. She quivered, enjoying the bolt of pleasure thundering through her. She let her head and upper body fall to the ground, too exhausted, and with one last plunge, he had his release, too. Hot gushes of cum flooded into her, and she sighed, milking every last drop.
Soon, he fell next to her, sweat glistening his face.
Their breaths came in gasps, and they remained in silence, looking at each other. Finally, he moved, propping himself on his elbow but still eyeing her.
“You’re a pro at sex. Is it always like this?” she asked.
He caught a loose curl and swirled it in his finger. “Only if you’re lucky.” He frowned and caught something next to her, lifting it up, attention focused. “What’s this?”
She glanced at his index finger, finding one of her lenses. Instinctively, she touched her eye. “It’s my lens. Must have popped out,” she said, grabbing it from him.
He touched her chin. “Brown.”
“I have two colored eyes. One brown, the other green. So I wear lenses to match them so people won’t stare.”
“You don’t really need lenses or glasses?”
“No, my vision’s fine.” When she’d been in the Brazilian orphanage, the other kids always made fun of her because of her eyes. When Harold adopted her, he praised her, but she still asked him to take her to a doctor and have lenses made.
“Let me see,” he said, pointing at her other eye.
She shifted and brought herself to a sitting position, crossing one leg over the other. Damn. “It’s weird, right?”
“Weird is okay. Show me.”
She brought her finger to her eye level, and took a deep breath. She removed it, and placed it on her lap, making a note to clean it properly when they returned to the castle. Blinking, she gathered her wits and stared at him, slightly lifting her chin, ready to show a confidence she didn’t have.
He gazed at her, lips parting. She swallowed, then chewed on her lower lip.
Fascination flashed in his eyes, giving her a sliver of hope. She didn’t need his approval, but anticipating the same reaction from those kids caused her heart to skip a beat or two. Shit.
He touched her cheek, and she nearly melted into his hand, but forced herself to stay upright. “I’ve never seen more striking eyes.”
“Thank you,” she said, her voice weak. A fire ignited in her, different than the bombastic reaction when he’d kissed or licked her, and it reminded her of the long-lasting flames from bonfires she’d made with Mary in the summer. She leaned into his hand, like an over-indulged kitty cat. He stared at her without saying a word, his gaze taking her away without a single step.
Shit. What am I doing? Common sense snapped at her, and she withdrew from him, crossing her arms over her chest. She cleared her throat. “Hmm…I’m a bit tired. Can we go soon?” She rubbed her temples. “It’s probably the jet lag still, and—”
He gave her a close-lipped smile, like he knew the secret of some special code and wasn’t sharing it with her. He gave her a once-over, heating her skin. “Alright. Let’s go,” he said, standing and zipping his pants. He stretched out his hand to help her, and she sucked in her breath.
