8. Varyx
VARYX
D id she know what she was saying? How could she? But she had to know what she did to me. I’d never been so hard, and my cock throbbed with need as she writhed against me.
I should be strong. For her sake.
Except she didn’t want me to. Lena’s chest rose and fell rapidly, her eyes burned with a passionate desire, and her whole body cried out for my touch. How could I deny her? She’d captured my heart as soon as she stepped onto my island, and now she did everything short of begging me to take her.
I drew a deep breath, focusing all my will.
And Lena raked her fingernails down my right arm, short-circuiting my choice.
With a wild roar, I pulled her to me, my mouth claiming hers hungrily.
A shudder ran through her body, her hands clutched my head and pulled me closer, and her legs squeezed my hips.
Holding back was impossible now. All thought fled, and I barely resisted the urge to tear her clothes from her body.
Lena helped, squirming out of her blouse and bra with a speed that bordered on magical.
Eager to touch her, I cupped the luscious curves of her ass and lifted, bringing her breasts to my mouth.
She threw back her head with a muted cry when I sucked her nipples, grazing my teeth over each.
Lena’s panting breaths sped up as I kissed and licked, lifting her higher. Hands clutched my hair, and I growled a hungry warning against her body as I trailed kisses over her.
Fumbling at her skirt, she managed to undo it and drop it moments before I tore it off.
If she intended to save her panties, she was too slow and I too impatient.
The flimsy fabric tore in my teeth, leaving Lena’s beautiful body naked.
Inhaling deeply, I filled my senses with the scent of her arousal.
It wasn’t enough. It couldn’t be. Diving in, I drove my mouth against her wet, eager pussy, lapping at her juices and pressing her back into the wall.
Lena cried out, words giving way to a primal sound of desire, and I feasted on her, pushing her further and further. My tongue parted her folds, circling her clit, sending her into a shuddering moment of ecstasy.
When her fingers tugged my hair, I growled into her and sped up, hungry for her pleasure. My reward was a shuddering cry that echoed through her body, her thighs squeezing tight around my head before she went limp in my hands.
Reluctantly, I lowered her and cradled her in my arms, her eyelids fluttering as she returned to herself. Her smile lit up my world, and her eyes flashed with mischief.
“Your turn,” she whispered, sliding a hand down into my shorts.