Chapter 39
Ellowyn
“Torin!” I squealed, bare feet slapping against the dry earth as I ran through the Dreamscape to launch myself into his arms.
A few weeks had passed since our last meeting, and I felt like I could finally take a full breath, my lungs expanding with his sunshine and spice scent, my body relaxing at last.
Home. It was one of many words that came to mind when I thought of Torin, but it was the loudest today. He felt like home.
“I missed you,” I whispered into his neck as his strong arms banded around me, holding me tight to the muscular planes of his torso.
“I missed you, too, Ell. Every moment of every day.” His chest rumbled with his speech, and it was a sound that I felt from the top of my head all the way to the tip of my toes. I shivered at the sound, the hair on the back of my neck and arms pricking with arousal.
I picked my head up from where it rested at his collar to gaze into his eyes. So bright and intelligent, so trusting and deep. Looking into Torin’s eyes was akin to seeing his soul, and the view set my blood aflame.
Each time I saw Torin, I felt myself fall a little more for him—in the way he held me, in the way he listened and valued me, in the way his touch sent tingles of pleasure through my body.
Is this love?
I bit my lip at the thought, and one of Torin’s fingers came up to gently remove the flesh from between my teeth.
He leaned in close, slow enough that I could stop him if I wanted, before he covered the abused flesh with his mouth.
Torin groaned at the contact, and I used that opportunity to slip my tongue inside.
He chuckled at the intrusion before kissing me back with gusto. Our lips moved together in a sensual dance, each taking from the other while giving just as much in return. I lost myself in the feel of him beneath my hands, in the way his tongue slid against mine, in the way his body lit mine afire.
I sighed, happy and content, as Torin slowly stroked the flames of my desire.
His hands moved from my back—one to grip my chin and position my mouth exactly where he desired, and the other to hold me against him by my ass.
He slowly sank to the ground so I was sitting astride his thighs, my warm and wet pussy aligning with his already hard cock.
Torin hissed at the contact, pulling his mouth abruptly away from mine as I threw my head back in a whimper, my long blonde hair brushing the tops of his legs.
“Ellowyn,” Torin’s voice was a raspy growl as he fought for control. He released his grip on my chin to palm my breast through the thin silk of my nightdress, the other hand still firmly gripping my bottom, even as it was stuck between his body and mine.
“Torin,” I replied with a breathy moan.
“Tell me to stop,” he pleaded, his eyes drawn to his hand where it toyed with my flesh, slowly teasing my nipple to a hardened peak.
I shook my head. “No, I don’t think I will.”
“Such a spitfire,” he teased, his hand moving from my ass to my throat.
Torin’s thumb traced tantalizing patterns on my skin before he squeezed, not hard enough for me to be worried, but his hold was tight enough that my breath hitched for a second.
He used his grip on my neck to pull my mouth back to his.
We sat like that for minutes or hours, I didn’t know, tuning into the song of each other’s body, of each other’s desire. The sky rippled overhead, the magic swirling and writhing in tune with my hips as I shamelessly ground on Torin’s hard length.
“Fuck,” he rasped, pulling away from my mouth again.
“I . . . I don’t want to save our first time together for when we’re truly together again, body and soul. But . . .” he hesitated, and I tilted his chin so he was looking directly into my eyes. I needed to see that window into his soul.
“But?” I prompted, rolling my hips again.
Torin groaned and squeezed his eyes closed before opening them once more.
“But would you let me make you feel good?”
I tilted my head at his question, a coy smile spreading over my face.
“Only if you’ll let me return the favor,” I purred, and Torin chuckled.
“I won’t ever turn that down, Ell.”
In a swift movement that had me squealing, Torin put an arm around my back and a hand cupping my head before he rolled me to my back. His muscular body was braced above mine, his chest heaving in time with mine as we simply stared into each other’s eyes.
“Stunning,” he mused. “Like I can see the whole world—my whole world—in your eyes.”
That felt a lot like an unspoken declaration, and before I could ask him about it, he brought his lips down on my own briefly.
Torin gently kissed each of my eyelids before moving his mouth down my body, kissing and nipping at the skin of my neck and exposed cheek. He ran his hot mouth over my silk-covered torso before his head stopped at the edge of my nightgown.
“I want to taste you, Ellowyn,” Torin growled, his nose prodding at my inner thighs before his teeth gently nipped at my exposed skin.
I sat up with a yelp as Torin chuckled.
“Wait,” I said, placing a hand on his head, weaving my fingers through his hair. His hazel eyes flicked up to mine, a question in his gaze. “I want to . . . pleasure you, first,” I said on a rush, my cheeks heating instantly.
“Last time, you . . .” I trailed off, searching for the right word.
“Made you come?” Torin growled, flashing me a wide smile.
I rolled my eyes even as red cascaded down my chest and up to my ears.
“Yes, though that seems like too shallow a word.”
My confession hung in the air, and Torin chuckled against my mouth as he bent for another kiss.
“I love making you see Fate,” he said as we broke apart. “But I will never tell you no.”
That felt like another declaration.
“Then I would like to, uhm, pleasure you first,” I said, gesturing at his erection straining against the loose brown sleep pants he wore. His chest was completely bare, and I let my gaze roam unabashedly over the rippling muscles of his torso and chest.
“You want to suck my dick, Ell?” He sat back on his heels, palming his cock through his pants, eyes hooded and trained on me.
I nodded my head, never pulling my gaze from his.
“On your knees, then,” he said, gently pulling me up as he stood in front of me. I was not a short woman by any standards, but seeing him towering over me like this made me feel like I was a small mortal, prostrating at the feet of a god.
Torin pulled the waistband of his pants low, exposing a V of muscle on the inside of his hips and a trail of hair that looked both masculine and soft at the same time. I reached out and ran my finger down the strip of hair, watching as Torin’s stomach flexed with the movement.
“Oh, Ellowyn. I already know you’re going to be the death of me,” he crooned as he pulled his pants the rest of the way down so they settled at his knees.
Torin wasn’t wearing underwear, and his cock immediately bobbed in the air once it was free of its confines.
I caught a faint whiff of male musk and something indescribably Torin.
He was thick and long—on the larger side of what I’d seen as a Bond Specialist—and the skin of his crown was an angry shade of red, a bead of precum already weeping from the slit.
Experimentally, I darted my tongue out and pressed it against the substance, surprised to find it salty and his crown silky.
Torin groaned as I pulled my tongue back, rolling his taste inside my mouth.
“Have you never done this before?” he whispered, almost like he was afraid to know the answer.
I shook my head.
“No. I’ve stroked men and fingered women, had sex with Alois, but I’ve never done this.” Torin hesitated at my admission, but I cut him off by gripping the base of his erection with my right hand, his hip with my left, and diving suddenly forward, taking his cock into my mouth as far as I could.
He hissed as his crown met the back of my throat, and I gagged a bit before hollowing my cheeks. I popped off him for a moment, looking up to meet his gaze, darkened with lust and desire.
“But I want to,” I finished. “I want to do this for you. Let me please you, Torin. Let me make you see Fate.”
He closed his eyes with a muttered “fuck.”
“Of course, Ell.” Torin stroked my cheek reverently. “Of course.”
I smiled brightly before moving my mouth back to the erection that was straining in my grip. I gave him a few pumps with my fist, twisting and alternating pressure as I played with his length, before using my tongue to lave at his head and the vein that ran on the underside.
Torin made male sounds of pleasure as I worked his length, his hands petting my hair and cheeks as I took him into my mouth again.
“Yes, Ell,” he hissed, wrapping my hair in his fist and pulling it away from my face. “Just like that.”
I alternated between sucking on his crown and using my tongue to tease his slit, before hollowing my cheeks and taking him to the back of my throat.
Whatever I couldn’t fit in my mouth as I bobbed and sucked at his length, I grasped with my hand.
Spit fell from my lips to drip on the ground and pool in the hand stroking his cock as I did my best to make him unravel, to let him feel as wanted as he made me feel.
Minutes later, I felt Torin’s hands tighten in my hair and watched as his abs twitched.
“Ell, sweetheart, I’m going to come. You don’t have to . . .” He trailed off with a groan as I took him into the back of my throat and pumped his erection with my hand, showing him in no uncertain terms that I would swallow it all.
In seconds, Torin’s hands gripped the sides of my head, his nails digging into my scalp as he thrusted ruthlessly and rhythmically into my mouth. I stopped moving and simply held my jaw open, allowing Torin to hit as deep as he needed.
“Fuck! I’m coming, Ell,” Torin swore as I felt the first ropes of his cum hit the back of my throat. I moved the head of his cock with my tongue so his release hit the inside of my cheek, pooling there while he spent himself completely.