“I like this.”
A muffled moan escaped her. That one touch, right there near her stomach, sent a flood of liquid heat pooling out from her. The first touch of his lips to her stomach sent her hips rocketing off the bed.
She was left squirming and panting as he lazily kissed and licked his away across from hip to hip, up to her belly button then up to her breasts. When he finally pulled her nipple between his lips she exhaled in relief and latched onto his hair to keep him from going anywhere. She had him right where she needed him.
The suckling, pulling sensation felt incredible and perfectly connected to her clitoris which throbbed with each pull. Everything felt connected. Each part of her he touched sent her temperature higher, her need tighter.
His hand curled over her hip then delved down and curled around her sex. She sounded hysterical when she moaned, but she didn't care. She just needed him to assuage the need he'd built up inside of her. She burned, her legs scissored, and nothing in her body could stay still for a moment.
He took his time like he had all the patience in the world. He petted her, sliding his fingers lightly across her, then teasing her entrance by barely pushing inside, and retreating.
“Telal!”
He didn't laugh at her eager cry but groaned and switched to work her other breast. She mentally applauded that he was equal opportunity but shook her head side to side with frustration. Her hips rocked against him and then finally he touched her for real. With a smooth glide, his fingers parted her folds then circled her wet clitoris in agonizingly slow circles. Her lungs tightened, lungs hitched to find air. Her entire body pulled as tight as a cranked up bowstring and her chest actually curved up, lifting off the mattress.
The touch began light and slow and her body coiled so tightly it only took that soft touch to shoot her apart. The climax came like hundreds of little explosions inside her. It started in her core where she froze for one second then shook her, legs kicking out, her chest jerking against his mouth, and her hands pulling so hard in his hair it was a wonder strands didn’t tear in her grasp.
But he didn’t relent. He just continued to rub her as her channel tightened and squeezed, milking something that she was bereft of. As the tremors started to subside he climbed up her body still rubbing those teasing circles across her with his wicked fingers. It amazed her that now she felt even emptier inside, her inner walls demanding to clamp onto something, a finger, anything.
His mouth founds hers in a kiss that made the room spin. All tongues and lips meshing and twisting together. His choppy breaths blew across her face.
“Tell me you still want this.” His voice was deeper than she'd ever heard it, his demonic accent sliding through.
She answered him by squeezing her legs around his hips, slanting her mouth across his, and rocking against him.
That was all he needed. A deep groan left him from deep in his chest and then his hands moved under her to clasp her bottom and lift her the barest of inches. His cock found her wet core and nudged in and out, teasing as their tongues dueled.
How could he still tease at a time like this? She wanted him to impale her and ease the heavy ache inside her that only he could reach. She was just about to complain when he pushed in a few inches. The sensations sent her head careening to the side so she could moan. He stretched her, filled her. It burned but made her tremble all at the same time.
“It feels so good.” She held on to his strong shoulders for dear life as he pulled all the way back out and pushed in further. This felt even better. The tight muscles inside her finally had something to cling and latch onto, to massage and it felt heavenly.
His breathing shuddered and he buried his face against her neck as he plummeted further, hitting the barrier that no man had ever breached. She felt the muscles in his back tense and panic filled her.
Just in case he thought to back away now, she squeezed her limbs tighter around him.
His hips retreated, dragging sweetly along those tender unused muscles. An incoherent moan followed from her lips. Then he struck her again, harder, possessively. Her barrier felled in the single thrust and he buried himself all the way inside, reaching so far, spreading her so far around him. He seemed rooted deeply inside her, and he stretched her so wide that surely he was meant to fill her.
Her lips parted at the unusual, erotic sensation. Beneath her fingertips she felt the muscles tremble in his shoulders and back. A wicked smile curled her lips. She lifted her hips, rocking against him and another moan came. The initial sting from the barrier breaking faded leaving only this incredible perfect feeling inside her.
“Dreenaru finishama slinah,” he growled.
She couldn't stop rocking her hips against him. “What does that mean?” She mumbled the words, they sounded dry and hoarse from the lack of saliva in her throat. All the liquid in her body seemed to pool around his cock inside her to make his movements glide.
He didn't answer her, but pulled his hips back, dragging his hard shaft through her, then pushing back in again. That started the rhythm that would sweep her up and making her see stars.
Incredible, powerful feelings swept over her. The need in her belly grew bigger, hotter, tighter. He pushed in and she rocked her hips against him, again and again. They created a sensual rhythm. His breathing grew heavier, faster and she swore his cock grew bigger inside her, or maybe she'd tightened around him?
Cries left her that she'd never heard herself make and he was right there with her, moaning, groaning, and thrusting into her with powerful strikes that worked her inner tissues so wickedly.
Her cries grew deeper, more guttural as he hit a spot inside her that pulled everything she felt into a tight ball in her belly. He pumped faster, his sleek cock spearing through her, sending them both toward ecstasy.
His name fell from her ragged lips again and again.
“Come, come for me,” he panted in a pained voice.
And just like that she did. The hands cupping her ass squeezed tighter and his thrust landed hard, pounding against something that detonated her orgasm. She screamed a strangled, hoarse cry as waves of hot, burning pleasure raced through her, shaking her, burning her down to her curled toes.
His long cry echoed hers as he pulled up and grabbed her hips in his hands then thrust into her with a fierce determined passion. It only took a few thrusts before he landed deep, groaning, and spilled himself.
She jerked, hands twisting in the sheets at the sensation that was unlike anything she'd ever felt. She could feel him shoot inside her; it was a rhythmic sexual thing that made her breasts arch towards him and her hips rock against him to prolong it for him.
He collapsed on top of her, breathing like he'd just run up Mount Everest with a hundred pounds of gear on his back. Their flushed skin stuck together with a hint of sweat but she didn't mind. Her entire body felt like it floated ten feet off the bed. Every muscle in her body felt more limber than it'd ever felt.
Closing her eyes, she rubbed her hands up and down his back and simply enjoyed the moment, the feel of a man in her arms. Her heart felt funny at the thought, and she scolded herself. Now wasn’t the time to get sentimental. That'd scare him off faster than she could say the word “love.” Which, she corrected quickly, she did not feel. Though there were definitely some strong emotions she felt for him. Maybe that's what an orgasm did to a girl though?
With a sigh, he slid off her and rolled onto his back, his eyes trained on the ceiling.
“How do you feel?” she asked.