Chapter 25 #3
He wanted to see her do this naked, while he laid down. For her to dominate him with such wiles as she completely took control of his cock, using it to pleasure her own pussy and offer him rapture within her as a reward.
It was such thoughts, such imaginings, that brought him closer to the edge. The anticipation, the need, the desperation. It all helped to ensure he teetered near his release.
I wish she’d fucking mount me. His hips thrust up hard, causing her to gasp in surprise before bearing herself down deeper. I want to feel her pussy around me. His nose crinkled as they both repeated the action, this time in tandem, and he bit back his snarl. She’d feel so good.
Yet he stilled his hips, letting her take back all the control before his own broke apart.
Her eyelashes were wet as she released quiet moans when he looked up to check on her, and her gaze was glued to his mouth. He groaned as his own fell to her lips, and he almost did it. He almost leaned in to steal her lips without thinking.
When he accidentally shortened the distance, Kier tipped his head back to put space between their faces as his panted breaths grew more desperate. But for a moment, he couldn’t break from the need, couldn’t steer his gaze away, and he winced.
“Fuck,” he grated from deep in his throat, his voice hoarse and husky. “I want to kiss you.”
His first kiss had been his only damn kiss, and he’d fucking liked it. If he’d known it’d be the only one he’d get from her, he would have devoured her soft lips until he’d stolen all of her breaths and his own died out.
She placed a gloved hand against the side of his face, and he didn’t dare move with the skin of her forearm so close to his neck. On a soft moan, her hips quickened, and she leaned in.
Kier felt his pupils pull tight as he bit out a growl. “Don’t,” he warned, causing her eyelashes to flutter in confusion.
He was too close.
If she took his mouth right then, he was sure to blissfully come. Then he wouldn’t be in the right frame of mind to know what he was doing. He’d break his promise to keep his arms where they were and would fist her hair, knead a breast. He’d kiss her hard, and then likely bite her throat.
The moment she touched him, he’d gorge on her. And he wouldn’t be gentle.
She wanted control because it brought her comfort. He wanted her to do this with him, even if it meant not giving in to their urges until she was truly ready.
She seemed to recognise what the truth of his hard stare meant, why he’d stopped her, and her gaze grew tender.
She nodded and resumed grinding on him properly, yet she slid her hand away from his face, down his chest, and then down his abdomen.
His hips drew downward when she got too close, his stomach muscles clenching at her destination before he thrust up into her palm when she stroked over the head.
But the additional sensation was needed, and Kier let out a rather pitiful groan when she rubbed the tip, kneaded it, and petted what she could between the space of their hips. He was thankful for her aid and that she hadn’t lost her overall enthusiasm.
She struggled for her second orgasm, but he thought she might tip over with him because her next hoarse cry and her twitching shivers were what tipped him over the edge.
When his spine tingled and his balls drew up, he fisted his hands behind his back as he gnashed his molars.
His back arched, and he let his head fall to rest against the backrest when his cock gave its first powerful, constrained pulse that caused his vision to blur.
His own cum spurted against his trousers and soaked his cock, making her ministrations nicer and less abrasive. His breath caught on each surging rope of seed as bliss made him shudder between and below her thighs.
“Oh fuck,” he groaned under his breath with a wince, unable to stop the way his hips jerked upwards into hers.
Then, when it finally ended, although thankfully much quicker in this form, her light weight upon him was welcome. Her body shivered and trembled, and she placed a hand on his shoulder to steady herself through the aftershocks as he was assaulted by his own.
Only then did he wiggle his arms out from behind him.
His heart tightened that she stayed at ease with him even when he placed his hands on top of the material still covering her spread thighs.
It was the only spot he could think to hold her, although he would’ve preferred to rest his forehead against hers or her chest.
“You may not kiss me in the middle of this, only beforehand,” he said around husky pants, peering at her fondly. “But whenever you are ready, I will be waiting.”
Then his mind added, I will devour you when you give in, little witch. He swirled his thumbs over her fabric-covered inner thighs. Because it means I will have gained enough of your trust.
She bit her bottom lip as her eyes glittered, so like the night sky. Except they were much warmer and effused tenderness.
Strange, that. Especially since he was rather fond of looking at the starry horizon. Even more so when it reflected off the vast and unending waters of the ocean and reminded him of his own scales.