She sat up, allowing the silken sheets to fall to her waist and revealing her naked breasts.
They were flushed from last night, pink where his face had scraped against him. At first she had been startled by the feel of his stubble against her most sensitive areas. It felt so strange against her flesh…But every time he took her nipples into his mouth she soared so high it made her gasp and scream with pleasure.
Now just seeing the stubble on his face made her wet.
So she kissed along his jaw line, enjoying the rough touch. As she did, she allowed one hand to drop slowly down his chest. His nipples were hard little nubs; would they respond the way hers had? She decided to find out.
She dropped her head lower, flicking her tongue. He was tight, the skin surprisingly soft. He remained completely still as she touched him, but she could hear a catch in his breathing…
Without warning she sucked him into her mouth, hard. He gasped, reaching both hands up to clutch her hair. She stopped immediately, and laid her cheek against his chest.
"Put your hands down," she whispered. "Remember? This is about me pleasuring you."
To bring home her point, she nipped him lightly on the chest with her teeth.
He obeyed.
She resumed her attentions to his nipple, flicking it back and forth with her tongue. He squirmed, and a surge of lust swept through her. She had this powerful man completely under her control. Who would have thought power could be such an aphrodisiac? She allowed one hand to brush against his cock; it leapt in response. Ignoring it, she dropped her hand lower to his scrotum, fondling the loose skin lightly. She took each ball into her hand, weighing it and rolling it about. Here was his seed, the same seed he spewed into her each time they made love.
She wondered what it tasted like.
Without stopping to think, she decided to find out. Dropping her head lower, she came face to face with the long, hard length of his penis. It was enormous—how did it manage to fit into her each time, she wondered? It stretched and filled her like nothing she could have imagined.
Experimentally, she ran her fingers up and down its length, touching only lightly. He shivered. She repeated her actions, squeezing a little this time.
Every muscle in his body was tense and hard; she could see his hand forming a fist on the bed beside her. He definitely liked that.
She slowly started pumping her hand up and down the shaft, amazed at how soft and smooth the skin was. But after a few strokes her hand started to stick a bit. She needed lubrication, she thought. Time to lick him.
Starting at the base, she touched him with just the tip of her tongue. There was a large, pulsing vein running the length of his cock. She decided to follow it, tracing the path all the way up to the mushroom-shaped tip at the top. He gave an uncontrolled moan about halfway through her trip up, and his body clenched.
Once again, she paused.
"Remember, don't move unless I tell you to," she whispered, laughing throatily.
"I can't believe you're the same woman who was so afraid of me," he gritted out.
"People change," she said lightly. "Death will do that to you. I'm not going to be afraid anymore. Of anything."
With that, she lifted her head and engulfed his cock with her mouth, sucking him in as deeply as she could. Impossibly, he grew harder within her mouth. A slightly salty taste filled her mouth.
She moved slowly, bobbing her head up and down as she sucked him. She used her hands to cup his balls, rolling them between her fingers. He was so sensitive down there…
Curious, she allowed her fingers to wander further, brushing the soft skin behind his scrotum. He twitched. Her fingers danced back and forth, intrigued by his response. He tensed, his thigh muscles tightly defined. Another wave of lust hit her. She wanted to fuck him so bad…
Instead, she turned her attention back to his scrotum.He definitely liked that , she thought. She pressed a little harder, and his legs opened a bit. He lifted one knee, and she could see the tight, puckered ring of his ass. Amazed by her bravery, she let her fingers touch it. Once, twice. She pressed against it and he cried out.
"Dammit, woman!" he said. "You're going to kill me if you keep this up. I need more. Either suck me harder or fuck me. I can't take this any longer."
She raised her head, licking her lips and smiling at him.
"Say 'please'," she said pertly. He stared in blank confusion. "Say
'please'," she repeated, keeping her tone light. She could see he was on the edge of his control. She didn't want to push too far. But it was fun pressing the limits, seeing whether he would snap. And a small part of her wondered what it would be like if hedid snap.
"Please," he gritted out, his voice tight. She sat up, and turned to straddle him.
She positioned his cock against the moist slit between her legs, shivering.
She lowered her body slowly, bracing her hands against his chest. Each inch stretched her further, and she stopped for a moment, gasping. Her internal muscles clenched him tightly; she concentrated on relaxing and allowing them to loosen up.
Slowly, steadily, she took him into her body. His cock pushed further inside her body than ever before, as if he were spearing through to the back of her throat. Then she hit bottom, moaning deeply. Each breath she took squeezed him. His face twisted, almost pained, and for a brief second she wondered if she were hurting him. Then he gasped, and spoke.
"That's so fucking good, Kalliara," he said. "It's all worth it. It will all be worth it…"
What did he mean by that? Before she had a chance to ask, he bucked his hips up, seemingly involuntarily, and she cried out. It was so much, he must be at the mouth of her womb. She was going to die…
He gripped her hips firmly in his hands and raised her up the length of his cock, allowing her to fall back down on it. She screamed, and he gasped in agonized pleasure.
For a second, she sat there, willing her flesh to adjust to the sensation.
Then she squeezed her muscles, and he groaned. The sound reminded hershe was in charge. It was up to her to take control, or she might lose it to him.
Bracing herself against his chest, she once again raised and lowered herself experimentally. Beneath her, he gritted his teeth, eyes closed and head thrown back. She loved seeing him this way, completely at her mercy.
She moved up and down more quickly, then one hand slipped and she fell forward against his chest. Her hips, moving in a rhythm of their own, kept going and she made an incredible discovery. In this position, every time she slid up and down her clit rubbed the tight muscles of his groin and stomach.
It was amazing.
Suddenly she found herself moving faster and faster, desperate to see where this new position would take her. Within minutes, her arousal was doubling, tripling. Every nerve in her body cried out for release. She had to have more or she was going to die.
Beads of sweat formed on her forehead as she moved faster and faster. She grunted, feeling his hands sliding up to grip her waist tightly. Every stroke was a mixture of agony and pleasure. She was going to explode.
He was close, too.
She could feel it in the clutch of his fingers, in the tensing of his already-taut body. He wanted her—needed her—in a way that she understood all too well.
Then he lifted himself up slightly, and the hard wall of muscle scraping her clit tightened. She screamed as her orgasm hit, hardly able to breathe. Every fiber of her being went tight, and she clenched him so hard within her body he gasped.
Then he was spasming, too. He bucked and shuddered against her, spraying his seed into her body. They collapsed in each other's arms, sucking air deeply into their lungs. Sabiniano wrapped his arms around her, cradling her and dropping kisses on her hair. She could feel his cock within her, softening. It was so intimate, she wanted to cry.