Chapter 10 #2
I marvel at his strength, the power of his arms and shoulders rippling and flexing beneath me as he dives into my core, feasting on me with barely constrained hunger. His mouth boldly explores every inch of my skin, drawing moans from my lips and leaving me breathless.
My arms fling wide both in surrender and exhilaration, the precarious height below me adding a delicious edge of fear to my pleasure. I know he won’t drop me, and despite being anything but petite, he holds me like I weigh nothing.
When his long, thick tongue spears into my entrance, I cry out. Being surrounded by nature as the guardian of the forest itself gorges himself on the arousal dripping from my core wrenches a rolling orgasm from deep within my belly.
My thighs shake and toes curl as I ride wave after wave. When I can’t take any more I bury my hands deep into his hair and try to wrench his face away from me. I’m met with a fearsome growl and may as well have tried to push away the stone behind me, as unyielding as Eryon is.
With wide eyes I look down to where he continues to lap at my pussy.
The sight of his tongue disappearing inside of me is so erotic and wickedly taboo I can’t help but stare.
Another gush of arousal pulls a deep guttural moan from him, vibrating against my flesh.
Watching his sharp teeth graze my skin as he devours me has me grinding my hips harder into his face.
With his large calloused hands, he shifts his hold to my thighs and spreads me open even further. Never breaking our stare, he uses his long tongue to snake back to my ass, the probing lighting up erotic nerves I didn’t know existed.
When his tongue breaches me, I can’t help the squeal that escapes. I know it should be in shock, in reproach, but instead it turns into a deep moan as pleasure blooms within me. My pussy clenches at the emptiness, aching to be filled.
He buries his nose into my entrance, face flush with my body so my clit can grind into his forehead. The motion allows his tongue to slip further into my ass. I am so consumed with pure animalistic lust, I would have ground my flesh into the mountain itself at this point and not given a damn.
The sensations pulse and swirl together until a sudden deep pressure builds. He groans deep into me as I cry out and the vibration pushes me over the edge. As I feel myself coming, the pressure culminates in a gush of wetness shooting out of my sopping pussy, drenching his face.
“I—I’m so sorry,” I stammer out, mortified that not only did I just squirt for the first time ever, but I did it directly into his face.
Eryon pulls back to look at me. But instead of the disgust I expect to see, he tips his head back and groans a deep guttural sound. He lets my body slide down the wall so I am pinned between him and the mountain, legs still tangled in my pants looped around his body.
Meeting my eyes, he flashes me a wicked smile, more teeth than lips, and says slowly, “You marked me.”
“I know, I’m so sorry,” I whisper from behind my hands as I hide, cheeks flaming with embarrassment.
He shoves them away to stare into my face. He drags a hand down his, scooping up the wet mess. He looks from his hand, dripping with my juices, back to me and then slowly and purposefully rubs it down his neck, over his chest, down those damn abs, and wraps it around his massive erection.
Face ecstatic, eyes unfocused, he repeats the process a few more times, spreading the liquid down over his velvet skin to the very tip of his cock.
I watch in fascination, following the path of his hand over every rippling muscle and very closely as he coats his epic dick.
It grows before my eyes, pulsing with engorged veins until I can feel the heat radiating off his body.
“My turn,” he says darkly.
Reaching behind him, he shreds my pants, freeing my legs and claiming my lips in a brutal kiss. I can taste my orgasm lingering on his lips and tongue. I thought we had kissed before, but I realize, this is what a kiss with him is really like.
He explores every inch of my mouth, licking up into my palate, sucking my lips into his mouth, savoring every texture and contour.
Emboldened, I lick into his mouth, running my much smaller tongue along his silky lips and the tips of his sharp teeth.
I can only explore a fraction, but everything in my reach is fair game.
He pushes me to my knees, breaking the kiss. Squatting down to bring his cock in front of me, he starts rubbing himself all over my face. Guiding my head with a large palm cupping the back, he drags his soft skin and short white curls all over my face and neck.
Desperate for a taste I dart out my tongue as he moves my mouth under his large balls. I suck the barest tip of one into my mouth, moaning as his flavor explodes on my tongue. He tastes like the forest at night—dark, forbidden, dangerous. I can’t get enough.
After he has coated me in his scent, he finally gives me the freedom to move my face where I want. I greedily wrap my mouth around the tip of his cock as it strains towards me. I lap and suck at it, wondering how I will be able to fit him into my body when I can hardly fit him into my mouth.
I wrap both hands around his girth and begin to work his length, twisting up and down, moving my hands in tandem. He drops his head back between his shoulders, panting and grunting out in a guttural language I’m unfamiliar with despite my time here.
I work up enough saliva that I can squeeze the tapered head of his cock into my mouth.
When I do, I’m rewarded with the salty taste of his precum.
The slippery liquid allows me to fit more of him in.
I get a rhythm down with my mouth and hands, rewarded by groans and grunts as every muscle bunches with his restraint.
Heat radiates off him, and as I imagine being filled with his huge hot cock, I moan around him.
He loses control, and grips my head in both hands to hold me steady while he thrusts his hips.
I relax as much as possible, taking short panting breaths through my nose.
As he feeds me his cock inch by inch, I relax my throat, and soon I’m taking more of him than I ever thought possible.
His cock stiffens, radiating heat like a furnace, and just when I brace myself to attempt not to drown in his cum, he pulls out of my mouth, saliva stringing between us.
He wraps a large hand around himself and smiles down at me.
Feeling confident at the look I put on his face, I tilt my face up to his, open my mouth, and stick out my tongue.
As I hoped, it’s his undoing. His smile turns feral as he fists his cock with long, punishing strokes and comes with a roar. I had been expecting a lot, but nothing could have prepared me for the long ropes that shoot out to cover not just my face and mouth, but coat my breasts and body.
I look down at the copious streams, steaming in the night air, as they drip down.
He gives himself one more pump, catching the last spurt in his large hand.
Reaching out he uses it to smooth my tangled hair back from my face, dragging his hand along my jawline and swiping his thumb over my tongue as I kneel there, motionless in my surprise.
He repeats the same motions he had used on himself earlier, wiping the fluids over each breast, down my belly, through my trimmed curls, and down into my sex where he thrusts a large finger into me.
As he sweeps me up off my feet and into a scorching kiss, mingling our tastes, I can’t help the small worry in the back of my mind that we just completed some type of marking ritual that I don’t know the repercussions of.