27. Tark
Chapter 27
Tark
G racie's heart pounded beneath my hand. Her skin was soft and warm, like woolasilk brushed by sunlight. I wanted to savor every moment, every touch, every breath that escaped her lips.
Her eyes remained on mine, trusting, loving. She loved me. I still couldn’t quite believe it. I would do everything to make sure she never doubted giving me her heart.
I was inside her now, her warmth enveloping me, her body accepting me completely. The hum of my coorails echoed around us, and it was all I could do not to explode.
Holding still, I let her adjust to my size. Her fingernails dug into my forearms. I leaned down, curling my spine so I could capture her mouth in a slow, deep kiss. Her tongue met mine, dancing, exploring. I could taste her desire, her need, her love. It was intoxicating.
Her hips moved, urging me to do more. I obliged, pulling out slowly, the hum of my coorails intensifying as they slid against her sensitive flesh. She moaned, her legs tightening around my hips. I pushed back in, a long, slow stroke that made her groan ring out. She arched her body to meet mine.
“You feel so good,” she whispered. “Incredibly good.”
I smiled, my heart swelling with love. I increased my pace, taking care with each stroke. Despite her telling me she wanted more redness, I was going to see if I could prevent it this time. That meant no slamming into her, no banging my balls and pelvis against her.
It would be torture, but I would bear it with a smile on my face.
I wanted to show her the depth of my love, the intensity of my need for her, and that would do it.
Her moans filled the room, her body meeting mine thrust for thrust. The sight of her beneath me, her head thrown back, her lips parted, was the most beautiful thing I'd ever seen. Her passage kept tightening around my cock, her muscles coiling, her body craving release.
I reached between us and stroked her clit in time with my gentle drives, the hum of my coorails vibrating inside her. Her moans grew louder, her body tensing. Releasing. Tensing once more.
Her breathing stuttered, and she looked up at me with complete adoration. “You're driving me out of my mind. Don't go slow. Please!”
“No pounding. No slamming. No redness this time, sweet love. I'm fucking you in a gentle way. It's good, right?”
She literally snorted out a laugh. “Who said I can't have redness if I want it? Slamming. Pounding too. It's mine. It belongs to me and if you don't give it to me, I'm going to scream.”
“Oh, you'll scream alright.” I felt confident about this enough to say that. She'd bellowed the other day; she'd do so tonight— without me giving her body redness.
I shifted my position, grasping her hips to pull her closer to the edge of the bed. Her legs wrapped tighter around me, her heels digging into the small of my back, urging me on. I kept my pace steady, my strokes long and deep, gritting my teeth against the urge to pound into her the way she'd requested. The way my body craved.
“Tark….” Her voice was a breathless plea, her hands curling into the blankets at her sides. “Please.”
I leaned over her, bracing one hand near her head. Sweat slicked our bodies, and her damp skin felt amazing against mine. Hunger blazed in her eyes, a match for my own. I curled over again to kiss her hard and deep, our tongues tangling.
“I'll give you more, Gracie,” I promised against her mouth. “I'll give you everything. All my cock. All my cum.”
But I would not give her redness.
I straightened, my hands sliding down to her knees. I pushed them up, spreading her wider, opening her even farther. Her eyes never left mine, her trust pretty much gutting me. I held her gaze as I began to move faster, my hips driving forward, burying myself deep inside her. The hum of my coorails grew louder, the beads pulsing with every stroke.
Her breath caught, her mouth opening in a silent cry of pleasure. Her passage tightened around me, her inner muscles gripping me like she'd never let go. Her hands fluttered to her breasts, cupping them, her fingers pinching her nipples. The sight sent lust surging through me, and I fought to keep control.
Reaching down, I slid my thumb across her cleat. I circled it, my fingers slick with her desire. Her hips bucked, her body writhing as I brought her closer to giving way. Her moans filled the room, her lungs surging in sharp gasps.
“Tark, I'm almost there,” she panted, her eyes fluttering closed. “Do it harder. Faster!”
I could feel it too. The tension in her body, the tightening of her muscles, the way her passage gripped me, trying to hold me deep inside. I increased my pace, my thumb moving faster, my hips driving forward with a steady, relentless rhythm. Her groans grew louder, her body tensing. She was ready to give me everything, and I was going to watch her face while she came. Feel the love shining there.
Her eyes flew open, locking onto mine. “Tark, I'm… I'm…”
“Let go, Gracie,” I said, my voice strained with effort. “I've got you. Let go.”
Her body convulsed, her passage riding me like…well, a sorhox in full buck. She screamed my name, her voice echoing through the room as waves of pleasure crashed over her. I held her gaze, watching the ecstasy play out on her face, feeling her body shudder beneath me.
I slowed my pace, letting her ride out her orgasm, drawing out her pleasure. Her hands reached up, grabbing onto my sides, her nails digging into my skin. Her body slowly relaxed, her muscles unclenching, her breath returning to normal.
But I wasn't done yet. I still hadn't reached my peak, and I wanted more of her. I wanted to feel her body shatter around me again. Twisting down, I licked her neck. Her damp skin tasted of salt and her unique, sweet essence.
I pulled out of her slowly, and she protested with a soft whimper and eased backward so I could kiss my way down her body, my lips and tongue exploring every bit of her skin. I kissed her breasts, taking each nipple into my mouth, suckling before moving lower. I couldn’t get enough of her hips, her thighs. Her body quivered with anticipation as I moved closer to her core.
Looking up at her, I locked our gazes. Her lips parted, and her heady sigh slipped out. Desire was building inside her again and need blazed in her eyes. I smiled, lowering my head, licking her cleat while she shuddered.
She gasped, her hips bucking. I held her steady, my hands hold her hips as I began to feast on her. My tongue circled her cleat, flicking and teasing, and my coorails hummed, eager to feel her exploding around me again. Her moans filled the room again, her hands finding their way to my hair, gripping tightly. Her arousal built, her body responding to my touch. I took my time, exploring every fold, every sensitive spot, paying attention to her body's responses.
I slid a finger inside her, then another, stroking gently, making her groan. Her hips moved in rhythm with my hand, her body demanding more. I obliged, increasing the pace, my tongue and fingers working to drive her toward the peak again.
She tightened around my fingers, her body coiling, ready to let loose. There was so much love and need in her gaze.
A growl rumbled in my chest, and I slowed my rhythm, easing her down from her peak, sliding my fingers out of her. Her body quivered with anticipation as I rolled her onto her stomach. I wanted to see her from behind, to admire the curve of her back and the soft woolasilk of her thighs.
“Tark,” she whispered, looking back at me over her shoulder, her hair cascading around her face in a wild tangle. Desire glazed her eyes, and her lips were swollen from our kisses.
“I'm spreading you wide, love.” Her body was supple and willing, her trust in me absolute. The sight of her submitting so freely sent a new wave of heat coursing through me. I positioned myself behind her, running my hands over her smooth ass, admiring her form.
I grasped her hips, aligning our bodies, and pushed into her slowly, feeling her passage envelop me once more. The hum of my coorails intensified, vibrating through both of us. Gracie moaned, her back arching as she offered herself up to me completely. I began to move, my hips pumping forward in a steady rhythm, each thrust as deep as I dared go.
Her body rocked back to meet mine, her hips swaying. Our moans filled the room, interspersed with gasps and soft cries that spoke of our growing need.
I increased my pace, leaning over her, my belly pressing against her back. One hand moved to her breast, gripping it firmly, while the other slipped between her legs, finding her cleat once more. My fingers worked in time with my thrusts, drawing out more desperate groans from deep within her.
“Tark…” Her voice was a cry for more. Her body was tightening already, her muscles coiling, ready to snap with the intensity of her release. “Move faster. Harder!”
My resistance gave way. She was taking me so well, so beautifully, and I couldn’t resist. I held nothing back, driving into her with a force that made her body shake. The sounds of our flesh meeting drove me out of my mind. I craved her like no other. I would claim her as my mate and my love and my only one.
Her heart pounded beneath me. She shivered, her body responding in a way that amazed me.
“You're mine, Gracie,” I growled. “Mine to love, mine to pleasure.”
She moaned, her body pushing back against mine, her thighs spreading wider, urging me on.
I slid my hand up to her neck, gently wrapping my fingers around her throat from the front. A soft, primal sound escaped her lips, and her body shook with passion. I applied the slightest pressure to her throat and felt my balls bunch tight.
The hum of my coorails was a constant vibration, echoing through the room, jolting sensation through me. Her body was on fire. She was climbing, reaching for that peak, and I was determined to push her over the edge.
“Come for me, love.” My voice came out strained, my body shaking from holding myself back. “Let me feel you.”
Her body gave way, her passage clamping down on me as waves of pleasure crashed over her. She moaned into the blankets. I held her tight, my hand on her throat, my body driving into hers, as I slammed her through her orgasm.
I didn't stop, didn't slow down, just kept moving within her until my own pleasure roared up to meet me. I barked out a bellow that echoed in the room and grunted as I pumped away at her, my eyeballs rolling back in my head.
Finally, my cock was spent. Cum leaked down her legs, and the sight made me grin. I stroked her back.
“Gracie,” I whispered. “My beautiful Gracie.”