‘Khaliya, I adore you.’
He bent over her and stroked her clit.
She arched her back, and his chest rumbled at her quick reaction to him.
He kept working his hands all over her.
Xion’s touch was tender and possessive, his hands exploring every curve and dip of her body with reverence.
He tugged at her tits, sucked on her nipples and nipped at her throat.
She, in turn, tweaked his nipple, caressed his chest and palmed his throbbing, weeping length until he threw his head back, veins jutting as she brought him close to eruption.
He pulled away from her. ‘Woman, you are wild but not yet, khaliya,’ he warned, flipping her so she could sit astride him. He knifed up and tugged her to him, latching to her breast.
She mewled as his mouth pull sent a jolt of electricity through her.
His fingers reached her slit once more. With a moan, she writhed under his ministrations, their bodies moving together in a primal rhythm, igniting a fire that blazed brighter.
Katya’s senses were overwhelmed by his heady scent, a mix of musk and sweat that only fueled her hunger for him.
With a groan, he positioned himself beneath her and, seizing her hips, plunged deep into her wet heat.
He began to piston in and out of her, his body a whirl of motion as he drove them both towards the pinnacle of ecstasy.
‘Faster?’ Xion whispered, his voice a husky growl.
Nodding, she reached for him, her hands gripping his broad shoulders, thighs banded around his waist, thrusting her hips up to him in utter surrender.
‘Naam,’ she breathed, thick with desire. ‘Harder.’
With a soft grin, Xion pressed his lips to hers, their tongues dancing together in a frenzy of need. Katya let out a gasp as his hand found her core,
His pelvis pounded against her, their bodies merging as one in a frenzied dance of raw passion.
Each grind drove her further into higher heights of pleasure, her moans and sighs melding into one continuous soundtrack of ecstasy.
Xion’s grip on her hips tightened, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he plunged himself deeper into her, his movements more erratic, more urgent.
As they started to crest the peak of desire, Katya could feel her body tightening around his, the familiar sensation of release building within her.
She was close, so fokkin’ ready to succumb to their love’s raw, primal power.
Their eyes connected, and Xion groaned, his face contorting in a mix of pleasure and pain.
He growled hoarsely, ‘Now, khaliya. Now.’
A jolt of electricity coursed through her, and she trembled in anticipation as Xion snarled above her, his neck veins jutting, his beautiful features contorted with desire.
With a cry, she gave in to the all-consuming bliss that engulfed her, convulsing around him.
Their orgasms crashed together like waves upon the shore, the room filled with a crescendo of cries and gasps.
Katya’s groans mingled with his, echoing through the room as he took her higher.
The pleasure built until it shattered into myriad shards of pure ecstasy.
With a final, guttural cry, Xion collapsed into the bed, his body shivering with the intensity of his release.