Page 37 of Their Trials

“Baer,” I growled out, needing more from him.

“Yes, my Queen?” he sing-songed, knowing what I wanted but forcing me to say it.

I arched a brow at him, “If you don't give me more, then I will leave and take care of myself,” I challenged him.

He sat there and studied me for a moment, almost daring me to do as I’d threatened, before capitulating to my demands. “Your wish is my command.”

His mouth descended to my breast, the one he had teased so mercilessly, and sucked on my nipple through the fabric. Hard. I cried out, finally getting what I needed from him, arching into his mouth. He flicked my nipple with his tongue before moving to the other one, which begged for his touch as well. His free hand skimmed up my side, dragging my tank top with it, slowly revealing my skin to him. When the fabric was up to my breasts, he pulled his mouth away, causing me to whimper at the loss.

A devious smile stretched across his handsome face as he slowly lifted the tank top above my breasts. As he took them in, he groaned. “So perfect.” His finger circled one nipple, then the other. “Just the perfect shade of rose, inviting me in to taste you, to feast on your body.”

Instead of doing just that, he watched me as I squirmed under him, continuing his slow, languorous ministrations. “Baer,” I warned, though it came out as more of a whine.

He chuckled softly, pleased with the reactions he was wringing from me. “Yes, my Queen?”

“If you don't stop... Ah! Yes!” I cried out, interrupted from trying to insist that I wasn’t his queen by him sucking on my nipple again, biting down on the tip, and successfully distracting me. My thoughts scattered as arousal increased the sensations of his mouth.

“Fuck!” I cried out, the pain just enough to shoot straight to my core as I arched into him, needing to feel more of him.

“Not just yet,” he teased me, pulling his mouth from my breast and kissing a line down my stomach. His tongue dipped into my navel, and my hips writhed under him.

His hand gripped my waist, stilling my movements as he kissed one hip bone, then the other, doing just as he'd promised. He was worshiping me. It was the best thing I'd ever experienced and yet the worst at the same time. I hated waiting, but I knew that it would all be worth it in the end.

“Baer!” I cried out as he bit down on one hipbone, pleading with him and praising him at the same time. My breaths rushed in and out of me as he built the tension, oh so slowly.

A finger dipped into the waistband of my underwear, caressing the bare skin along my pubic bone, teasing me further into a frenzy. Finally, that finger hooked the fabric and dragged it down far enough for my legs to open wider for him.

His nostrils flared, taking in my scent with a groan. Again, he sat there and took me in. A finger running along my slit, dipping into the evidence of my arousal that had gathered there. “I wonder if you'll taste just as good as I imagined.”

He popped that same finger into his mouth, sucking my juices from it, his eyes closing as he savored the taste. “Fuck, Rhowyn. You taste so fucking good,” he groaned, his eyes opening with hunger, ready to devour me.

I whimpered at the thought as he lowered himself back down, lying across my legs, his shoulders keeping me from closing them. Instead of diving straight into it, he blew a breath across my pussy, the cool air shocking and pleasurable at the same time.

I squirmed, ready for his mouth on me, needing this more than I'd ever needed anything else in my life. Slowly, he lowered his mouth to lick along the seam, his eyes holding mine the whole time.

I moaned and tried to squirm, but he held me in place with a forearm across my hips. At some point, he'd released my hands without me realizing, because his other went below me, lifting me to his mouth. I didn’t waste the opportunity to run my hands through his hair, trying to direct him to my core.

He ran his tongue along my slit again, closing his eyes and moaning as if I was the best thing he'd ever tasted. My core clenched around nothing at the sight, my pussy needing to squeeze something, anything.

Sensing my need, he moved his forearm from my hips and drug a finger down me again before sliding it slowly inside of me. “Yes!” I cried out, his eyes heating with the sounds of my pleasure.

His mouth lowered, licking me again, his finger sliding in and out of me slowly, teasing me and bringing me closer to the peak. His lips closed around my clit, sucking, and I screamed. He moaned as my hips bucked in pleasure, the vibration on my clit pushing me closer.

“I'm so close, Baer. Please,” I begged him, needing to go over that edge. In response, his tongue flicked my clit repeatedly, speeding up and changing directions, circling before moving up and down or side to side, his groans vibrating me every so often. His finger thrust in and out of me, harder and faster, hooking to rub my G-spot with every motion.

“Please. Please.” In answer to my pleas, his other hand moved, no longer needing to hold me up, my hips rising and falling on their own. He slid a finger between my cheeks.

“Fuck!” I cried out as he began to tease the pucker there, that finger slowly pushing inside while his other hand still worked my pussy. As he penetrated that spot, I came with a scream, my head pushing backward into the bed, my back arching and bringing my shoulders off the mattress. My hands that were buried into his hair held him in place as I rode out my earth-shaking orgasm.

“Holy shit!” I cried once I'd come back down, my chest heaving as my bones turned to jelly.

Baer laughed softly, hunger still in his eyes, my cum coating his chin as he watched me. He climbed my body slowly, leaning in to kiss me deeply, his tongue tangling with mine.

He thrust his hips into mine, his shorts still in place, keeping him from entering me fully. Grinding down on me, he circled his hips, effectively getting me ready for another round, before pulling back from our kiss.

Raising up on his knees, my eyes followed every movement. He was so gorgeous, his lean muscles flexing as he restrained his actions, eyes dancing in pleasure at my devouring gaze him.

Continuing the show, his fingers slipped into his shorts, slowly pulling one side down and then the other. He paused and waited as I squeezed my legs together to relieve the need for friction, ready for more of what he was offering, while he enjoyed my discomfort.

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