Chapter 8 #3
“May I explore your body?” I ask, my voice rough with barely controlled desire.
Her mouth falls open in shock. “I—what?”
“I want to free you from these confining clothes and explore every magnificent inch of your body with my tongue and lips and hands.”
“Oh.” She pauses in stunned silence, breaths coming quickly and shallow.
Have I pushed too hard, too fast? Damn my impatience—I was supposed to go slowly. But before I can withdraw the request, she glances around to ensure we’re truly alone, then grabs the hem of her shirt and pulls it over her head.
I grin with pure, savage joy at every new inch of creamy flesh revealed to my hungry gaze. But she’s nowhere near bare enough for my liking. Another contraption covers her voluptuous breasts—soft, perfect mountains that I immediately want to worship with my hands and mouth.
She notices where my attention has focused. “Do you want me to take my bra off too?”
I swallow hard and meet her gaze, fighting for control. Patience. “I want whatever you want to give me,” I say roughly, stepping closer and dropping my lips to the silky skin of her shoulder.
Dear gods, how can skin be this impossibly soft? I inhale her intoxicating scent, and she shivers as I trace my lips along her collarbone.
“Holy shit,” she whispers. “How can you make me feel like this when you’re barely touching me? Usually I don’t let anyone see me without the lights off, but you make me feel...”
She’s trembling and radiating heat. Her arms twist behind her back, and suddenly the fabric constraining her breasts loosens and falls away.
I pull back in amazement as she slides the straps down her arms.
I’m completely transfixed as the cups drop away from her ample chest, and all the air evacuates my lungs when her gorgeous, heavy breasts are revealed in their full glory.
Immediately, my hands rise to replace the discarded fabric. She’s so deliciously full and soft in my palms, perfectly round and heavy and warm.
“I know they’re not the perkiest,” she says self-consciously, eyes downcast.
“They’re absolutely perfect,” I breathe, my voice husky with reverence. “I cannot imagine anything more beautiful or perfect than you.”
I move behind her so I can cup her fully, my thumbs and fingertips teasing the peaked nipples that crown her magnificent breasts as I embrace her from behind. I’ve never touched anything more gloriously feminine, and I’ve never felt more powerfully male than I do in this moment.
My cock is fully erect in my pants, and she can’t help but feel it pressing against her equally gorgeous ass as I nestle my lips against the sensitive nape of her neck and begin laying reverent kisses there.
She doesn’t seem to mind—in fact, she presses her round bottom back against me, clearly delighting in how profoundly she affects me.
She pulls her long hair to one side, giving me better access to her throat.
Yes. To have a woman actively encouraging my touch... it’s more intoxicating than any alcohol or drug I’ve ever tried. The way she gives herself to me so freely...
My teeth graze her flesh gently, and she makes this high-pitched, needy sound that’s so exquisite I want to live in this moment for eternity.
“Remus,” she whispers like a prayer. “Remus.”
Then she spins around to face me and throws her arms around my neck.
For a split second I’m concerned about her hands making contact with Romulus, but my hood stays securely in place, and her fevered eyes are focused only on me as she lunges forward, pressing her bare breasts against my chest as she kisses me with desperate hunger.
In this perfect moment, there is only her and me.
I’m finally allowed what I’ve been denied my entire existence—the freedom to simply be myself while taking what I want most.
And all I want is her.
I welcome her passionate embrace, though I do guide her arms to my waist where I feel more comfortable. She secures herself to me and pulls me so close that her soft breasts press against my chest, flesh against flesh.
The sensation is absolutely divine, and then her lips are on mine again with renewed fire.
It’s completely different from before. Not gentle, tentative kisses with me coaxing passion from her reluctant form.
No—her passion is wild and demanding as she devours me. Her lips and tongue seek and claim with the same fierce hunger I feel, and now we consume each other with matching intensity. She’s going to drive me beyond the edge of sanity. She’s going to shatter every last vestige of my control.
My hands want to be everywhere at once, exploring and memorizing every curve and hollow. The incredible feel of her against me, skin to skin. I massage down her shoulders to her waist, where I squeeze possessively, then I reach her hips.
And encounter the barrier of her confining pants.
I pull away from her lips just long enough to demand, “I want to see all of you. Every inch, exactly as you are.”
She nods immediately, understanding my meaning, and together our hands work frantically to peel away her restrictive clothing, revealing acres of gorgeous, creamy flesh that I only glimpsed in shadowy darkness last night.
I spread my wings and take us down to the grass, flapping once to ensure we have a smooth, soft landing. She squeals in delighted surprise as I settle us gently, one of my soft, feathered wings beneath her as an extra layer of cushioning between her precious body and the ground.
And then, starting at her delicate ankle, I begin the worship she deserves.
Her skin becomes softer as I kiss my way up to her knee, then softer still as I reach the paradise of her thighs.
I’m so completely attuned to her that I hear every subtle change in her breathing, every tiny gasp that contrasts with the warm summer breeze stirring my feathers.
At first her legs are locked tightly together, so I kiss along the seam where they meet. As her sighs continue and deepen, her legs gradually begin to relax, and I massage up her calves before pausing at the sweet flesh above her knees.
She’s so achingly soft everywhere I touch. Though she still wears a scrap of fabric covering her sex, her intoxicating scent grows stronger and more concentrated the closer I get to her center. I open my mouth as I worship her thigh, sucking and scraping my teeth gently across her silken skin.
She shudders beneath me, and I feel her response everywhere—even the sensitive nerves in the wing she lies upon light up at every movement she makes.
I suckle her skin more hungrily, and her hands fly to my shoulders, fingernails digging in with desperate urgency, urging me higher as her legs fall open in invitation.
I want to tear away the flimsy fabric that separates me from her mysteries. Looking up, I can see a large wet spot darkening the material, and her scent grows heavier and more intoxicating.
I lift my head from between her thighs and meet her gaze.
“I want to taste you here,” I growl with barely restrained hunger.
She looks down at me, breath hitching for one crucial second. Then she nods frantically. “Yes, please. God, yes, I want that too.”
I grin with feral satisfaction and then, using both hands and teeth, tear away the lacy barrier keeping me from paradise. She shrieks softly but only spreads her legs wider in welcome.
And then I’m finally there, breathing over her glistening pink flesh, hungry as a starving wolf to devour the feast before me.
First, I simply inhale, for once finding a modicum of the patience I’ve been pretending to possess.
But only because when it comes to this ultimate pleasure, I refuse to rush. I will not hurry my first taste of this finest nectar.
I lick straight up the center of her, and the taste nearly knocks me senseless with its perfection. When she doesn’t immediately begin making the delicious sounds I heard through her door last night, I understand that I must learn the exact ways to touch her that bring her the most pleasure.
So I lift my hand experimentally, exploring the flushed, silken folds with careful reverence.
She curves toward me shyly, but her hips also move in clear invitation.
I’ve never been tentative about anything in my existence, so I make my touch bolder, pressing my palm against her heated flesh and exploring with multiple fingers.
I can’t identify everything by touch alone, but I know precisely when she starts responding, and I discover sensitive places among the softer, moistened flesh. When I apply pressure, she begins making those incredible sounds, and her hips move with increasing urgency.
Oh, I like that. I like that immensely.
Trying to memorize exactly where my fingers have found success, I continue the exploration while desperately ignoring my own shaft pulsing almost painfully in my pants. More of her intoxicating scent perfumes the air around us.
I must taste what’s been tormenting me.
Finally, I lower my head between her legs, and she opens even wider to welcome me in.
I replace my finger with my mouth on the spot that made her respond most intensely.
If I thought she was excited before—
Her legs immediately lock around my neck when my mouth closes over that perfect bundle of nerves, and I begin sucking with devoted attention.
She tastes absolutely divine, and I cannot believe she’s actually allowing me to worship her in this most intimate way. It’s simultaneously animal and sacred.
I grasp her ass and spread her wider to me as I become acquainted with every fold and texture, learning her like the most important lesson of my existence.
I am not a proper gentleman, and I have no idea if there’s a conventional way to approach this. All I know is that now I have my consort in this position, enthusiastic and willing, I want to give her such pleasure that she’ll crave more. Again and again and again.
I work one finger inside her incredible heat while continuing to worship her with my mouth. With her legs locked around my head like this, she’s completely open to me.
I’ve always understood the basic mechanics of how sexual coupling works, but to actually feel her drenched entrance while I suckle at that perfect spot.
.. I’m amazed by the way she goes absolutely wild around me.
Especially when I curl my finger inside her and press against the upper wall while working my tongue against her—
She screams. A genuine, full-throated scream so loud I almost release her in alarm, except her nails are digging into my shoulders and her hips are bucking against my face in a way that clearly indicates this is very much a scream of pleasure.
So I continue with increased devotion. The scream rises to an octave I’m not certain most mortals could even produce, much less hear.
She bucks and writhes against my mouth until she finally goes completely still except for that high-pitched sound of pure ecstasy still emanating from her throat.
Then she collapses against the grass, only the tip of my wing supporting her now because we were both so thoroughly lost in what we were sharing.
She breathes like she just ran up and down every flight of stairs in the castle twice. Several aftershocks rock her entire body, which has otherwise gone beautifully slack, one leg sliding down from around my neck while the other remains draped there.
I smile with deep satisfaction and lick my lips, savoring her essence.
“Holy shit,” she finally manages, breathing hard. Her other leg slides away from me, and I catch it gently, helping to settle it on the grass.
Her chest rises and falls rapidly, her beautiful sex still flushed and glistening between her parted thighs.
“Holy shit,” she repeats breathlessly. “I wasn’t expecting anything like that.”
“I cannot say I was either,” I chuckle, settling beside her and gathering her against me with infinite tenderness.
She blinks up at me shyly, then buries her face against my chest with what looks like embarrassment.
I frown down at her. “Why do you hide yourself from me?”
I lift her leg so she can wrap herself around my hip—torture for my still-aching cock but also everything I never knew I wanted. She comes willingly, molding her body around mine like we were created to fit together. But she keeps her face hidden against my chest.
“Lo-Ren. Why do you conceal your beautiful face? May I not see you after the incredible pleasure we shared?”
She drops her hands but presses her face tighter against my chest instead. “I’ve just—No one’s ever—” She shakes her head and burrows deeper against me.
I blink in confusion at her incomplete sentences and stroke my fingers through her hair. “What do you mean, sweet consort? Talk to me.”
She takes a deep, shuddering breath and exhales against my sternum. Still not looking up, but at least she speaks. “It’s never felt like that before. No one’s ever made me feel anything close to that intensity.”
I grin over her head and tighten my arms around her. “I have only begun to show you pleasure, my Lo-Ren.”
I feel the shiver that runs through her at my promise, and a profound sense of contentment settles deep in my chest. Though my own desire remains unquenched, this feels absolutely perfect exactly as it is.
Holding my consort in the summer breeze by the crystal lake, under the shade of ancient pines. I may not possess my brother Kharon’s ability to travel between realms, but I now understand what paradise truly means.
It’s this moment, with her in my arms, completely mine.