Chapter 29 #3
“Kier.”
“I’m quite content where I am,” he grated thickly. “Watching you squirm for more while I refuse to give it. Do you want my fingers inside you?”
“Yes,” she whispered, lifting to greet his next slide.
He bit her nipple hard enough to make it sting, only to lick it better. The wet cloth was saturated from his mouth, but he didn’t seem to mind.
Her pussy spasmed, warning of her oncoming climax, and she fretted. She wanted to do it around something for once, rather than against his hand or tongue. She wanted his bare fingers so he could feel how tight she got, how wet she was, how good it felt.
“Gods, please?”
“Mmm,” he groaned. “That was sweet, but no.”
He didn’t give her what she wanted, no matter how much she squirmed and bucked, yanked on his shirt and dug her heel into him. Before long, it was too late.
Her head tipped back, pushing her breasts upwards, and Carwyn was forced to give herself over to it as her orgasm crashed into her.
Her sultry cry rang in her own ears as her eyes clenched shut, and she bit the back of her wrist, spreading her legs one second, then trying to close them the next as pleasure jolted through her.
Her eyes flipped open when he speared her with a finger midway through, and her breath caught.
“Oh!” She ground on it wildly as her inner walls spasmed and clamped around it. He pumped it through her orgasm, and she lost all sense, all care.
She gripped the back of his hair, fisted it, and yanked on it to anchor herself as she tried to match his rhythm.
Her knuckles scraped against his scalp, but it was so quick and fleeting that it didn’t overcome her with his lust, merely enhanced her own.
Just a little taste of his emotions was enough to have her truly twisted up in desire.
When her walls stopped hungrily milking his finger, he shoved a second in, and Carwyn melted entirely. Even when he bit down on her breast hard, the pleasure she felt from the stretch, from being filled, was so intense that his teeth felt like bliss.
She whimpered for more.
It was the first time she had something inside her that wasn’t her own fingers and wasn’t drowned in someone else’s emotions. They were all hers. The lust, the need, the way her heart soared as it beat rapidly in her chest, so fast and oddly so full as she clawed at the back of his shoulder.
Kier drifted his face up to her neck to bury against it, and heavy, wet huffs puffed through the material against her skin.
His breath was right there. It cascaded through her under the power of each exhale, and goosebumps prickled down her limbs.
He was so desperate and laden with need, excited and thrilled, that her ears tingled and the coil in her belly tightened.
Now that he was closer, she was able to wrap her arms around his neck and hug him properly.
She buried her cheek against the safety of his soft hair, and his scent exploded against her senses as she held on.
Her nails dug into his back when he hooked his fingers forward and attacked a tender spot that made her eyes cross and her toes curl.
Her skin was on fire, scalding her as she let out mindless huffs. Her exposed breasts took in the feel of his body, his rough shirt as they scraped against it, and how his rapid breaths shoved his chest against hers. He was warm and felt amazing to wrap herself around.
When he pumped his fingers faster, she threw her head to the side as a loud cry ripped from her.
He gave a bestial snarl against her throat, and the sound made her grip him tighter when she started coming again.
This time she bucked into his hand at its intensity, riding through it while simultaneously trying to escape.
“I want to fuck you so badly,” he grated hoarsely.
Her breath was strangled on its way out. “Kier,” she moaned, cradling his waist and wishing he’d do just that.
“I want to replace my fingers with my cock and feel you come around it like this.” His snarl deepened as he pounded her with them harder. “I bet you’re really warm and fucking wet for me right now.”
She was open to him, her thighs spread, her pussy bared. If he wanted to, if he dared to despite the repercussions, he could tear the front of his trousers and mount her.
A part of her wished he just would.
That he’d get it over with and take it out of her control until he fucked them both into oblivion.
Her eyes flickered, rolling back as she pictured it. His heat and pulsing heartbeat inside her, his girth and length stretching her, filling her. His cum spreading inside, hot and deep.
She hungered for it.
He leaned back on a straightened arm to watch his fingers spearing her repeatedly. She gasped when he shoved deep and spread them, then slid his thumb over her clit to pet it when he stroked her insides.
His face covering made the lusty craze of his heated ruby eyes even deadlier. He looked like a bandit, roguish and mysterious. He looked like a man who had found rapture and was angry it was being kept from him.
Her eyes fell upon his groin, and her pussy reflexively clenched at his rigid cock. The bulge was thicker than she’d ever seen it, and his trousers were tight enough that they allowed her a glimpse of its shape. Her eyes crinkled with longing.
She reached out and dragged her nail over the broad head of it.
The snapping snarl she received was feral, making her hum in satisfaction and arch. Then he grabbed her hand and shoved it above her head, pinning it there.