29. Home #3
The overpowering urgency of his closeness takes control of every movement, every touch.
His hands find the hem of my gown, pulling it over my head in one swift motion, revealing me to him completely.
He pauses, his eyes sweeping over me with a predatory intensity, a dangerous smile curling his lips in approval.
The heat in his gaze makes my pulse quicken, every inch of me burning under his scrutiny.
He lifts me from the table, my legs instinctively wrapping around his waist as we stay locked in a kiss, the warmth of his body enveloping me. He lays me gently on the bed, his touch slow and deliberate, as though savoring every moment.
His hands trace the bare skin of my neck, moving down with a tenderness that makes my heart race.
He lingers at my breasts, cupping them in his strong, calloused hands.
I let out a gasp at the sensation as his lips find my ear, his breath warm against my skin as he nuzzles my neck, sending jolts of electricity through me.
I can’t control the way my body responds, every inch of me yearning for more.
His hands continue their slow exploration, leaving a trail of heat behind them. He lingers just above the place I need him most and ventures further down the slick of my torso before slowing and resting on my pelvis.
I need more. I want more. The tension is clouding my vision, and I want it all. I let out a frustrated moan. He gets the message and starts teasing my clit. A wave of pleasure roars through my body at that touch, and I gasp for air.
His hands continue further down, letting a finger slip into my slick folds.
I let out another gasp at the feeling and rock my body with his motions, gasping at his touch as he moves from my clit and back down again, this time with two fingers.
The need for more is overwhelming. He watches me, eyeing me up and down, letting out a growling purr at his own satisfaction at the sight of me.
I find myself trembling, desperate for him to close the distance.
His gaze meets mine, intense and dark with hunger.
His fingers slide out of me, and before I can register what is happening, they are replaced by his mouth. He moves with a careful but undeniable purpose, each touch pushing me further into a state of blissful surrender.
My eyes flare open, and I can’t contain my pleasure. He lifts my legs over his shoulders and settles in as if he has all the time in the world. His tongue swirls and teases, sending me into oblivion, the wave of my orgasm releasing.
A moan escapes him, deep and throaty in response. The sound rumbles through my body, sending another wave of pleasure. He doesn’t stop, his finger slips back in, and the heat and pleasure keep coming in waves, leaving me gasping for air.
When he finally seems satisfied with himself, he stands, removing his pants to reveal all of him, the length of him thick and ready.
“I want—” I barely manage to get out the words before he is back on top of me. His lips clash with mine with a feral need. His hips settle between my slick thighs.
He starts slow as I stretch to fit him, before he gives a final hard, primal push. “Fuck,” he growls. My body trembles, and he tilts his head back as he continues the controlled deep motion.
I cling to him, my hands trembling as I trace the lines of his body, pulling him closer, wanting to feel every part of him. His movements are slow, deliberate, as though he wants to savor each second, each breath. I let him, completely lost in the depths of our connection.
Another wave of orgasm comes over me as he thrusts inside of me. I rock to match the rhythm he sets, wanting more, needing more.
“Oberon,” I moan.
His eyes flare, and a dangerous smile curves his face.
One wave after another washes over me as we stay tangled in a mess of naked bodies and desire.
“Oberon, I need—” I strain. “Oh gods—” I can’t think of any other words, but he understands.
His hands slide down my slickened torso and tease at my clit in unison with each of his thrusts that sends me deeper and deeper into oblivion.
“Lyra,” he growls my name, and it sends ecstasy shooting through every movement as I rock, forcing him deeper.
“Oh, fuck, Lyra,” he growls again. I feel the entire room shake as I let the sensation overpower me and am lost in the moment, in him. With one final blow, we both release, and I can see the faintest of shadows loosen from his own slipping control.
He rolls off of me, his body sinking into the bed beside me, chest heaving with the intensity of his own breath.
Without a word, he scoops me into his arms, pulling me close, holding me in the lingering warmth of the moment. He kisses the top of my head, the gesture tender and soft, a stark contrast to the wild passion we just shared.
I melt into his embrace, the weight of everything slowly lifting as I lean into him, letting his warmth wrap around me. We stay there, our bare bodies entwined, as the world outside fades away. In the comfort of his arms, I find peace, and slowly, we drift off to sleep.