36. Chapter Thirty-Six
Sylas
“You execute your next ten moves, just as you planned. If we have more energy after that, perhaps I’ll pipe in with a few special requests.”
After sliding my thumbs under her waistband, but not even pulling them down an inch, I lean to place my lips near her ear. “If I gave you only one choice, my mouth on you or yours on me, what would it be?”
She shudders. “Let me taste you. Please?” Her voice is low and nearly soundless against my cheek.
My chest swells with love for her and it takes all my strength not to race to the finish line. Instead, my fingers hook under her waistband, lower her pants, and pull them off.
Under those unassuming khakis, she’s wearing a pair of panties that could only be described as sinful. The black lace is trimmed with an orange satin ribbon that matches her hair. Her eyes flicker with desire as she dares me to take the next step.
As I’m about to lie on the bed, she reaches to stop me and slides to her knees between my hooves.
“Cally,” I groan. This woman is made for sex. How did I keep from ravaging her for the past month?
Her hands are impatient as she unbuttons and unzips my pants and pulls them down, pausing only long enough for me to step out of them.
As she works, I observe every inch of her flesh—lean muscles, curves in all the right places—and feel a crushing need as each desperate touch sends an electric current through me.
She presses a sweet, almost chaste kiss above my navel, then layers more kisses on her downward journey.
My body is human above the waist, well, not counting the trophy-worthy rack of antlers, but just below that, I’m covered with thick, shaggy hair.
When she starts kissing through my pelt, I grip her shoulders and say, “You don’t have to—”
“Of course, I don’t have to. Everything we do together is freely offered. There isn’t a part of you I don’t adore, Sylas. You should know that.”
“Perfect.” My heart is clenching with love for her, even as my cock is kicking in anticipation.
She grips me at the base, her touch firm and possessive. Just that touch pulls a hiss from me. Without pause, she licks me from base to tip.
She laps at me in a slow rhythm, moving to gain better access as though she doesn’t want to miss a spot. Now that I’ve let the genie out of the bottle and told her I love her, I allow myself to release all the loving praises I’ve been holding back.
“You’re more than I ever could have hoped for Calliope Quinn. Brilliant, beautiful, so full of heart.”
She pauses, which, I must admit, was not the response I was going for. Gazing up at me, her eyes burn with affection as she gives me the tiniest smile, the one I’ve learned means she’s having affectionate thoughts… about me.
“I didn’t have a chance to tell you.” She takes another swipe with the thick of her tongue to gather the seed pooling on my cockhead, then continues, “How beautiful your cock is.”
Another lick, then “Thick,” another swipe, “Long.” She said that last word with extreme appreciation. “And look at this pretty vein meandering in such a nice pattern.”
With that last comment, she points her tongue and follows the trail. Lightning strikes follow her tongue, the feeling so powerful it’s a wonder my body doesn’t break apart, limbs flying and littering the corners of the room.
At this rate, she’s going to be the death of me, but I don’t breathe a word of that. I don’t want her to stop, or hurry. Her slow pace is delicious, however much it’s killing me.
Now, she takes a different tack, swirling her tongue around my crown, flicking the little divot that makes me gasp with delight as I fist her hair. My thoughts flicker out for a second. When they come back online, the need to mate is almost as demanding as when I was in rut.
A few moments later, she pulls away just enough to grab more air before continuing, alternating between deep, slow sucking and faster strokes that drive me insane until every nerve ending is tingling and alive.
My breathing is choppy, and a moan escapes me when her hand slides to cup my balls. Her gentle, electrifying, intimate touch has me bucking against her mouth as she guides me ever closer toward orgasm.
“Please, Cally.” I hate my pleading tone even though I’m powerless to control it.
“Is that what you want? To come in my mouth?”
“No.” Whoops. That came out too forcefully, but I don’t want to wait another second to sheathe myself inside her.
I lift her, perhaps a bit roughly, though she doesn’t complain, and lay her crossways on the bed so my antlers won’t hit the headboard when I’m pounding into her.
When I slide between her outspread thighs and bend to lick there, she shakes her head.
“No, love. I’m ready, wet, and eager. I need you inside me.”
No more waiting. I position my cock at her entrance and slide it through her dripping folds. I’m glad I gave her oral bliss the other day because I know the lay of the land and will be able to give us both pleasure.
Waiting for our gazes to connect, I control my pulsing lust long enough to show her all my love and affection through my eyes. Then I push forward slowly, savoring the feeling of being one with this beautiful human female.
Her hands grip my shoulders and communicate perfectly when to pulse forward and when to hold back.
After her tight squeeze to my shoulders, as I give her a pause, she smiles and says, “So, so good, Sylas.” Her slow nod encourages me to press forward again.
Breaching her is exquisite as I merge our two bodies together. The joy of being inside her, within her barriers is now and forever will be my favorite thing in the world. Her little gasps and moans and hums of pleasure ease my mind that as big as I am, I’m not torturing her.
When I’m fully seated, I give her a few seconds to adjust to my invasion. Her head is tipped back, chin pointing to the ceiling as she scoots closer, trying to envelop more of me.
I understand why humans talk of “making love” instead of simply rutting. This sensation is all-encompassing and overwhelming in its beauty and power.
Poetic words tumble from my mouth, “Exquisite… perfect… I adore you.” My thoughts are spinning as I memorize every moment, every soft breath, every squeeze of her fingers on my ass, the way her breath hitches when my hips buck against her though I’m trying to keep them still.
Finally, I thrust, though I order my hips to go slow. With every movement, our bodies meld together perfectly like two pieces of a puzzle that have finally been reunited after a lifetime apart.
“Cally. So good.” The words are soft and loving, but my voice is husky with desire.
“Yes, Sylas. Good. You don’t have to hold back.”
That’s a sweet sentiment, but she could never accommodate me in all my lust. I continue my easy thrusts, learning what angles makes her gasp and slam her lids shut in pleasure.
“Don’t. Hold. Back.” It’s not a request, but an order as her hips rock against me.
After inspecting her beautiful face one more time, I speed up, plunge harder, figuring surely this will be the most she can handle. Then she slaps my ass, the noise a soft thump because of my hair. “Fuck me, splicer.”
I unleash. How could I resist her lusty order? Pistoning into her, I give her all of me. With every pounding thrust, I grunt in pleasure, sinking deeper into my animalistic nature.
Instead of shocking or hurting her, Cally is thrusting up to greet me, her hips lifting to meet mine with every powerful stroke.
“That’s right, Sylas. I. Want. All. Of. You.” She arches her back, tipping her head back, exposing her vulnerable throat.
I’m sweating, invading, grinding and she’s taking all of me as we both spiral higher. Her walls flutter around me and she pants with every one of my hard drives.
“I’m close,” she breathes, then uses the flat of her hands against my ass to press me into her even harder. She screams her pleasure. It’s wordless, although I’d like to think somewhere in her moaning, shouting babbling, she’s saying my name.
I wanted to come since shortly after I slid into her tight heat, but I’ve been holding back. Her loud, unfettered bliss gives me permission for my own release as her tight walls spasm around me. I jet into her as I thrust and grunt and murmur her name on a final groan.
For a moment, my mind is a dead zone: no thoughts, wordless, just floating in bliss outside of time and space. Then my eyes flicker open to see her, still panting, sheened in sweat, perhaps floating, recovering from her own ecstasy.
I lean to kiss and nip her chin, but when I shift my weight to pull out, she presses me closer.
“Stay inside me, Sylas. Stay.”
Did I think the sex would kill me? No. This right here, the sweetness of her demand, that she wants us to stay connected as long as possible. It would be enough to kill a lesser male.
“I love you, Calliope Quinn.”
“I’ll say I love you, too, Sylas. But that doesn’t express the half of it.”
She tucks herself closer as we lie on our sides, still connected, and peppers me with kisses as she pats the bed behind her ass and calls, “Tater, Tater, alligator. You can come join us now.”