Chapter 30 Izzy #2
He grunted, and I felt his cock solidify against my lower abdomen where I’d crushed myself against him. An anticipatory thrill raced down my spine and swirled the molten desire in my core. Something about making a man that hard that fast made me feel damned sexy.
He didn’t ask if that had been an invitation — which it had — he pushed back enough to open his pants and free his now raging cock, then knelt to run his hands up my legs to my hips, pushing the skirt of my dress up, before softly kissing my thighs.
Oh… was he going to…
His lips ghosted over my folds, hot breath adding heat where none was needed.
Yes… Yes, he was!
I couldn’t help the soft moan that escaped my lips as he gently kissed my aching clit.
“Yes,” I breathed, shifting my legs open while combing my hands through his thick dark hair.
He teased his tongue slowly down, then up over my slit.
My folds opened for him, releasing the pent-up lady lava burning in my core.
He hummed with contentment as he licked my wetness. “Spirits! You taste so damned good!” he breathed.
My breath hitched, hips gently rocking forward to press myself against Myel’s waiting lips. The only other man who’d gone down on me with any success was Rook and I’d been so blown away I barely remembered it. I wanted to savor every aching moment of this.
The bond strained. It didn’t like drawing things out.
Well screw you bond, I do!
Myel’s muffled groan made me blink back to reality and I realized I’d been forcing his face against me, desperate. I eased off.
“Slow is good too,” I gasped.
“Really?” Myel chuckled, his hot breath on my seam doing things to me.
My whole body trembled with restraint.
“Yes. I want to feel this.”
“You want to feel—” and he slowly played a finger over my slit, flicking it off my clit and sending a shock of bliss through me, my body clenching, “—this?”
“Fucking tease,” I hissed, barely able to speak.
“And you love it.”
God! I did.
Myel played that finger over me, slowly teasing me open as he softly sucked my clit.
My breathing turned ragged, fingers curling in his hair. It was everything I could do to not ride his face hard and bring this tantalizing pleasure to its thrilling conclusion.
Myel’s finger finally slid inside deep enough to find my G-spot and I squeaked with a shock of bliss.
“So sexy,” Myel purred against my thighs. “So wet. So delicious. So damned… ugh!” I felt his body shudder and his soul thrill through our bond as his arousal surged.
I didn’t understand how pleasuring me was giving him so much joy.
It still baffled me how a man found ecstasy in such a selfless act of pleasure.
Though… there was something stimulating about having another person at your whim, controlling their pleasure, knowing you were about to drive them mad. So…
I gave a long whining moan, letting Myel know I was damned close, just in case the connection between us hadn’t already relayed that information.
“You want it?” he breathed, easing off my clit, while his finger inside me ever so slowly traced that precious place behind it.
“I want you,” I managed to gasp out.
He slid his finger out, and I whined at the loss. But when he gave a long, hard lick over me, I bucked hard, back in action, teetering on the brink!
“What part of me do you want?” he whispered.
His next lick was softer, slowly circling my clit, keeping me on the edge.
I felt his tangle of emotions through the bond. He knew what I’d say, just as I knew what he wanted me to say.
Sorry Myel. But your heart… is not the part of you I want right now.
I couldn’t seem to find breath to speak, so I slid my hands down to his chin and urged him up.
And when he stood before me, I licked his lips, tasting myself on him. Then I gave a little leap and wrapped my legs around him, feeling his cock trapped between us. His arms instinctively wrapped around me. Then he slid his hands down to my hips and curved under my ass, supporting me fully.
I shimmied out of the slender straps of my dress, letting the bodice fall away as I lifted myself against him, feeling the tip of his cock against my oh-so-ready folds. Then I rocked my hips over him, loving the feel of his hardness against my clit, until… his tip dipped inside me.
Myel feasted on my breasts, which had swelled, a smorgasbord for him to devour.
But as I sank over him, feeling his thickness fill me, Myel tilted his face up and met my lips.
This.
I wanted this!
This joining. This perfect fit, like missing puzzle pieces. His insistent kiss. His soft lips. His taste of whipped-cream-covered strawberries. The thrilling feel of his erection — so damned hard — throbbing uncontrollably inside me.
And since the bond wasn’t urging us on, we took it slow.
Myel drew out, taking his time, then gave a leisurely thrust, which ended in a prolonged press of his pubic bone on my clit.
I ground down on him, loving the sensation of his thickness deep inside me while our loins crushed together.
And somehow, I didn’t come from that divine pressure.
I rode a cresting wave of bliss, so close to crashing down, but somehow only growing, soaring higher…
because this time, our joining went beyond the physical.
It wasn’t the bond. This need came from deep within me. A response to what I felt from him. He desired me not because the bond demanded it but because he wanted me.
All my life I’d remained purposefully distant from everyone, terrified I’d lose them, or they’d betray me.
I’d never allowed myself to really connect with anyone.
And feeling this connection — deeper than the bond demanded, deeper than anything I’d ever felt, filling a part of me I hadn’t known was empty — I wondered why in hell I’d waited so long.
It felt good. Damned good!
It was… true, meaningful, profound.
Myel loved me.
The bond responded and deepened. The hazy emotions I’d felt from him became clear as day. A part of me wanted to downplay it, say it wasn’t love, devotion, a cherishing passion, but I couldn’t.
I’d always had unreasonably high standards for men. They had to be perfect in every possible way, which no one was. It ensured I’d leave them before they left me, kept our interactions fun and light and temporary.
But there was no temporary with Myel. What we had was for life, and hopefully our lives would last for some time to come.
And as we merged and moaned and reveled in each other, I realized just how perfect Myel was, even with his imperfections.
Sure, he wasn’t built like a tank, but he was tall and lanky and every inch my teen Goth fantasy. And he may not look it, but he was damned strong, holding me, controlling my body so easily as we moved together.
He certainly wasn’t the square-jawed alpha I’d pictured as my perfect man.
But the truth about alphas was: they were usually assholes.
And my perfect man was a kind and gentle alpha most of the time, while being a complete beast in bed.
Completely unreasonable, right? Yet Myel was incredibly kind and giving and selfless…
and honestly the bond made us both a little bestial in bed.
Myel wasn’t perfect, but he cared for me like no man ever had. I felt it even now, how damned much he wanted my joy and happiness. His passion exploded like fireworks within him, but he kept our pace slow and deep, ensuring I’d have my blinding pleasure before he did.
And I was damned close. All these new sweeping emotions filled me with a deeper bliss than I’d ever felt. I’d experienced some intense physical ecstasy before, but this euphoric sense of belonging and complete adoration elevated my gratification to a whole new level.
I pulled back from our deep kiss so I could look Myel in the eyes when I came. I wanted him to see what he did to me, how he tore me apart in the best possible way. And I wanted to see what me shattering did to him.
“I love you,” he breathed.
I couldn’t speak. I just nodded. He knew how I felt, the bond ensured that. He knew a few more encounters like this might just break down the fortifications around my heart and I’d let him in.
God! I was so close!
Our pace hadn’t even picked up, but the intensity had, hard and needful. And with his next slow crash against my core, I came apart.
My mouth gaped, but no sound came out. I wanted to throw my head back, but I forced myself to focus on what I saw in Myel’s face. A tear left his eye and traced his cheek as I trembled on him, my vagina working hard to strangle his cock, desperate for his release.
A hint of a smile curved his lips as he whispered, “Perfect.” Then he grunted, his face contorting in rapture as his body shook and his cock erupted inside me.
Wow… eye contact during an orgasm was… profound… transcendent. It changed me, a small broken part of me mended. Tears filled my eyes as well.
And when I’d come down enough to speak, regaining some breath, I said what I hadn’t had the words for a moment ago.
“You feel like… home,” I breathed. And we both knew what that meant for me. Because I’d never had a home, a safe place, a comfortable place. But now I did, in Myel.
“Izzy?”
The new voice — above us — shocked Myel and me so violently, we came apart awkwardly. I stumbled as my weak-as-water legs hit the sand, then fell on my ass.
I looked up and there — hovering above us, angel wings keeping him aloft — was Vyns. Who’d seen and heard everything.