Chapter 11 #3
Then his mouth was on my neck, my collarbone, my breasts—kissing and tasting and worshipping every inch of skin he could reach.
His tongue swirled around one nipple before he sucked hard, and I arched into him, my hands fisting in the blankets, as pleasure built in slow, rolling waves.
His tusks grazed my skin, sending shivers through me.
When his hand slid between my thighs, I gasped. His fingers found my pussy, already dripping, and he groaned.
"Fuck, Sarah. You're soaked."
"Still okay?" he asked, his voice strained.
"Yes," I managed. "God, yes. Touch me. Please."
He took his time, his fingers exploring with a gentleness that made me ache. He knew exactly where to touch, exactly how much pressure to apply, and within minutes I was trembling beneath him. His thumb found my clit, circling slowly while one thick finger slid inside my pussy.
"Kael," I breathed. "Please. I need more."
"Not yet," he murmured against my skin. "You're not ready yet. I need to stretch this tight little cunt or I'll hurt you
"I am—"
"Trust me, Sarah." He lifted his head, his amber eyes meeting mine. "I need you ready. Really ready. My cock is too big for you if you're not. Or this is going to hurt, and I won't do that to you."
So I let him work, let him coax my body into a state of desperate, aching need.
He added a second finger, stretching me carefully, and I felt the burn of it—not painful, but intense.
His thumb never stopped its maddening circles on my clit, and when he curled his fingers inside me, hitting that spot that made me see stars, I cried out.
"That's it," he murmured, his voice rough with approval. "Come for me, sweetheart. Let me hear you. I want to feel this pussy clench around my fingers before I fuck you."
The orgasm crashed over me, my body arching off the bed as pleasure rolled through me in waves. My pussy clenched around his fingers, pulsing, and I heard him groan—a deep, satisfied sound that made me shiver.
But when the aftershocks finally subsided and I reached for him, ready, desperate to feel him inside me, he caught my wrist.
"Not yet," he said, his voice rough.
"Kael—"
"One more time." His eyes were dark, hungry, fixed on my face. "I need you to come one more time. I need you so wet and relaxed that taking my cock won't hurt you."
"I'm ready," I protested, but even as I said it, I felt the tension still coiled in my muscles, the tightness that hadn't quite released.
He smiled, slow and wicked. "You will be."
And then he moved down my body, settling between my thighs, and my breath caught.
"Kael, you don't have to—"
"I want to." He pressed a kiss to my inner thigh, his stubble rasping against the sensitive skin. "You're delicious. I could eat nothing but you for the rest of my life and be happy."
Before I could respond, his mouth was on me.
I cried out, my hands flying to his hair as his tongue dragged through my folds, slow and deliberate. He groaned against me, the vibration sending sparks of pleasure through my core, and then he was devouring me—licking, sucking, his tongue circling my clit with maddening precision.
"Oh god," I gasped, my hips lifting off the bed. "Kael—"
He held me down with one strong arm across my hips, keeping me pinned as he worked. His tongue was everywhere—teasing my entrance, flicking over my clit, exploring every fold and crease like he was memorizing me. When he sealed his lips around my clit and sucked, I nearly came apart.
"Please," I whimpered, my fingers tightening in his hair. "Please, I can't—"
He slid two fingers back inside me, curling them just right, and his mouth never stopped its assault on my clit. The combination was devastating. I felt the pressure building again, faster this time, more intense, and when he added a third finger—stretching me wider, preparing me—I shattered.
This orgasm was different. Deeper. It rolled through me in long, pulsing waves, my pussy clenching rhythmically around his fingers as he worked me through it. I was dimly aware of the sounds I was making—desperate, broken moans—but I couldn't stop them. Couldn't do anything but feel.
When I finally came back to myself, I was boneless, trembling, my thighs shaking on either side of his head. He pressed one last kiss to my clit—gentle this time—and then moved back up my body.
"Now you're ready," he murmured, his lips glistening with my arousal.
By the time he finally positioned himself above me, I was shaking with want, my body slick and ready and aching for him. My pussy was throbbing, empty, desperate to be filled.
"Look at me," he said softly.
I did, my gaze locking with his.
"If it hurts, you tell me. If you want to stop, you tell me. Understood?"
"Understood. Now fuck me, Kael. Please."
He kissed me then, slow and deep, and I felt the blunt head of his cock pressing against my entrance. He was hot and hard and so thick I didn't know how he'd fit. He pushed forward slowly, carefully, and the stretch was immediate and intense.
I gasped against his mouth, my hands gripping his shoulders, and he froze.
"Breathe," he murmured. "Just breathe. Your pussy is so tight, Sarah. So fucking perfect."