Chapter 30 #3
He held his hands up in surrender and helped me pull the dress over my head before he pushed me back down.
“I call this next part a ‘Tongue Lashing,’” he said as he moved back and started to lower his head between my legs.
“Oh no you don’t,” I said, sitting up.
I quickly unfastened his pants and pulled them down to his thighs. Then I wrapped my hand around his cock to give it a long stroke. He swore, and I grabbed his hips to pull them forward so his groin was level with my face. Before he could protest, I slipped my mouth over him.
His hips jerked forward as he groaned loudly, and I had to relax my throat as the length of him almost choked me.
Bressen gathered up my hair in one hand and hissed out a breath as I pulled back and let my tongue circle his head. “Fuuck,” he said, drawing out the word.
I pushed my mouth down on him again and sucked in my cheeks as I began to move my lips over him in an increasingly faster pace. His hand tightened in my hair as he tried to slow me down. He really was committed to not letting us go too fast, but I wanted to make him fall apart as he’d done to me.
I dug my fingernails into his hips and pulled him toward me as I fought against his hold on my hair.
The next time I took him deep, I swallowed around his cock, and he let out a roar of pleasure.
His hand tightened even more in my hair, almost painfully, and he pulled his hips back so his cock popped out of my mouth.
“That’s not the way this is going to work,” he said as he pushed me back down against the mattress.
He looped his arms under my knees and pressed his body over mine so my legs were pinned back against my chest and I was nearly sandwiched in half beneath him.
“I’m coming between your legs, not inside your mouth,” he growled.
“I want to see my seed dripping out of you when we’re done. ”
The head of his cock pushed between my folds, and I arched against him with a moan as he slid slowly inside me.
He went still when he was fully seated, and I whimpered at the exquisite feeling of being filled by him again.
I was about to start squirming beneath him to get some friction, but he moved then, taking long, slow strokes that let me feel every inch of him as he withdrew then slid back in.
“Bressen,” I mewled as he continued his languid thrusts.
He leaned forward and captured my mouth for a searing kiss as he pushed in, and I whimpered again.
I loved it when he took me hard and fast, but gods, there was something to be said about the way he moved now, so gentle and unhurried.
It was primal and hungry when he was driving into me, but there was a certain beauty in what we did now, a cognizance of how perfectly our bodies responded to each other that made me remember just how much I loved this man.
“Bressen,” I said again when he lifted his lips. This time it wasn’t a plea or a mewl but a whispered benediction. Trinity forgive me, but this man was my god.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and pulled him back down to kiss me again. He accepted the invitation gladly, and my mind soared somewhere above our bodies as I let the exquisite tensity build between us. I hoped he was close to his release, because I didn’t know how I was still holding on.
“I can’t hold out much longer,” he said as if he’d read my mind.
“Then come for m-”
My command was usurped by the cry of release that barreled up my throat.
Bressen brought his mouth down on mine to drink in my pleasure, and my inner walls spasmed around him.
He let out a long, low groan, as he continued to move, driving slow, but deep.
A few thrusts later, he buried himself into me as far as he could, and I felt the pulse of his release inside me as he groaned loudly.
I’d felt him release before, but it seemed so much more intense this time, so much more noticeable as my body clamped down around him.
“Good girl,” he whispered against my lips. “Take all of me.”
I let out a noise that was half agreement, half moan, and Bressen relaxed above me.
He stayed there a moment to catch his breath before he pushed himself off me, and I unfolded my body.
His attention was focused between my legs where I felt his seed drip out of me, and a look of satisfaction stole over his face.
“You look entirely too pleased with yourself,” I teased.
He smirked at me and reached between my legs to swipe two fingers through the mess he’d made. “I’ll never get tired of seeing you like this, glowing after being freshly fucked and anointed in my seed.”
He reached up to run his fingers down the center of my chest, but I grabbed his hand and brought the fingers to my mouth instead. I sucked them in and ran my tongue around them before swallowing down the salty substance on them.
He groaned again. “You’re going to be the fucking death of me, Cyra.”
I grinned at him as I summoned a small towel to clean myself up. “At least you’ll die happy.”
He kissed me. “That I will.”
Tandem Read: Go to Clash of Stone and Steel (Bk 3), Chapter 39-42