Chapter 5
U ther
This impossible woman fills me in every possible way.
Sable’s plump cheeks overflow as I hold her body against me.
Her hot stickiness pours into my greedy mouth.
Her moans fill my head with longing to make her scream.
Sable trembles as I trace my tongue along the seam of her sex.
“Oh,” she gasps when I spread her lips open and inhale her scent.
This woman who seems to spend every minute of every day talking endlessly with everyone around her, who greets every moment with words, words, and more words, is finally speechless.
I push my tongue inside and taste her sweet juice as Sable pushes forward, riding my face, demanding more.
I hear her fingers scrambling for purchase on the ledge, on the fabric of her skirt.
She finally rucks up the skirt and threads her fingers through my hair, making a mess of me.
But I can’t care about that now. How can I think about my appearance when this goddess’s plump little leg is hooked tight over my shoulder?
Her cries of pleasure clue me in to what she likes, and where, and I savor her as if I have all the time in the world. I cover her clit with my mouth and suck, even as I push one thumb inside her slick channel.
“Yes…oh…yes!”
“That’s it. Come for me like a good little girl. Do as you’re fucking told for once.”
Sable body seizes around me. A strange, animal wheeze is ripped from her throat as she comes. “Fuck me…Uther!”
Her body shudders so sweetly, all I can think of is taking her to my bed and making that happen again.
“Oh, I intend to, little poppy. I’m going to fuck you right now. That’s what you came here for, isn’t it?”
She stares up at me in wonder as I rise up to kiss her face, her cheeks flushed from her orgasm.
“Admit it,” I tell her.
“Is this an interrogation, Captain?” Sable asks weakly with a smile.
“This isn’t a time for games.”
“Yes! I admit it! I followed you here because I wanted you! Is that what you want to hear?”
It is. And I need to be inside her now.
Without another word, I kiss her deeply, sharing her taste with her.
And then I give the order.
“Turn around. And bend over the ledge.”
Sable follows orders so well it hurts. I want to be fully facing her. I want her naked underneath me; I want to feel her bare breasts, taste and tease her nipples, and make her beg for more. I want to lose myself in her. But we don’t have that kind of time.
My utility belt falls to the ground at my feet with a loud clank. Removing it gave a modicum of relief, but not enough.
“Spread your legs, little poppy.”
Dropping her cape to her feet, she obeys. I drag my fingers up her thighs, slotting my hand in her crack.
Her body jerks at the touch.
My heart racing, I hike up my kilt and free my cock, pressing it against the split of her ass.
Sable’s small, sexy moans threaten to undo me; the precum is already so far in the danger zone it’s close to becoming an earnest release.
I press the tip between her lips and she automatically pushes back. “Why do you call me ‘little poppy’?” Sable asks.
Before I answer, I lube myself in her wetness, the friction intensifying her aftershocks and going straight to my ego. I already know this will not get her out of my system. If anything, I’m addicted.
It’s not until I thrust inside and she cries out that I give her an answer.
She’s so tight…Sable is so tight and perfect…I nearly forget the question. Hell, I can barely recall my own name. And then, her fit around me changes me. Invigorates me.
“Because you are small yet the brightest thing in any room,” I murmur into the flushed shell of her ear as I pull out and slam back in again.
I continue, “Because your lipstick is redder than blood.” I continue in this manner, reveling in the deep, thorough thrusts into her tight, welcoming hole. “You’re simple…but demanding… intoxicating…unmistakable…fiery…and absolutely…totally…fucking…infuriating…”
Sable squeezes down so hard I might explode, and it takes everything in me to stay in the moment and not let go.