Page 46 of Elemental Affections

His hands slid from her waist to cup her ass. He gave her cheeks a squeeze. “Understood. Then kindly get on board.”

Anadae’s lips formed a playful grin. She leaned in to kiss him.

And sank down.

Ezzyn groaned as he slid into her heat. Not a fast entrance, but steady, her position allowing some leverage. She took all of him in the first unrelenting move, lowering until she was flush against his groin. She stilled, letting herself adjust.

“Anadae,” he mumbled against her lips. Her inner walls tightened, eliciting a throb from his cock.

It made her laugh, which caused her to clench around him again, intense and abrupt. He grunted, swore once as he tried to thrust deeper.

She moaned, the sound long and low in her throat. Her hips cuddled into him as she began to move. The motions were shallow, kept him deep inside as she contracted all around him. His cock twitched over and over at the stimulation, a sensation of need building.

Ezzyn followed her motions, used his hands only enough to harmonize with her intent. Was able to pull her more fully onto him, creating more contact for the friction she craved. Her sensitive nub ground against him, each time accompanied with an increasingly breathless cry. Her pussy tightened, a tremble running through her legs. Anadae’s head tipped back, eyes fluttering closed.

Ezzyn pressed wet kisses to her throat as he bucked into her. He latched on at the base of her neck, sucked hard, let her feel his teeth. A stream of cries and incoherent, half-formed words were all she could manage as her pleasure peaked. Ezzyn gentled his touch, drawing out every blissful wave until she sagged against him.

He shifted her out of his lap, laying them both down onto the bed and turning her around until her back was against his chest. He turned her face up so her mouth was mere inches from his. Her lips reached for him without prompting. Instinctive. He smiled, a rush of arrogant pride coursing straight to his dick.

“See? Eager.” He pecked the top of her nose when she grumbled at him.

His other hand snaked under her leg, lifted it clear as his pelvis slotted into place. His cock nosed in, turning her scoffing to a moan.

She clutched at his forearm. “Ez.”

“Hmm?” He pushed in, a contented rumble sounding in his chest. Fresh from her climax, her pussy was so sweetly sensitive. Tight. A shudder ran through her as he gave another slow, deep thrust.

“You’re— It’s too much. I—” Anadae broke off, gasping and clenching down on him when he pulled her leg back.

He kissed her cheek. “You wanted to feel me. Inside.”

Her chin bobbed against his fingers in shaky nods. “I-I do.”

He withdrew, slow and steady. “Good.” He tightened his grip on her upheld leg and chest, keeping her shoulders against him, her face close to his. All kept firmly where he wanted them. “But I want you to feel full.”

Ezzyn surged back in. Braced himself against the bed so he could pump into her, faster, not letting his cock come out much at all. Kept his thrusts hard and deep.

Anadae writhed in his grasp, her leg spasming in his hand. Each of his thrusts was met with a cry, her pussy squeezing in tandem. It pulled him right over the edge, a mewl spilling from her lips as his cock pulsed and left her filled.

She milked him dry, inner walls contracting until she was limp in his arms.

Ezzyn nuzzled the side of her face. “Just like that.”

Her body shook with an exhale of a laugh. Then she tilted her head up for his kiss.

He got her to come once more before she begged for a reprieve—still with her back pressed against him, one hand gripping her chin. He kept her in place so he could catch each of her cries against his lips as he lifted her leg higher. He thrust in with slow strokes, ensuring she felt his entire length. Made sure she was nice and full, as requested. Pumped into her until his seed began to leak out of her. Only then did he reach for her clit and bring her to orgasm on his spent cock.

Such exertion, along with the day’s busyness and the efforts of their joint spellwork at the lake, had her nodding off in his arms. He carried her into the kitchen and situated her with refreshments and a mock stern order to finish everything before he returned.

“You’re so bossy,” she said around a yawn.

After cleaning up, Anadae lay facing him on the bed, her fingers playing with a lock of his hair. He waited, but she didn’t speak.

“Having second thoughts?” Ezzyn forced his tone to remain light, not betraying the anxiety forming in his gut. He’d assured her their arrangement could end at any moment. Mutual agreement, no fuss. If that time was now, he would respect it and have a disappointed solo session after she left, like a godsdamned adult.

She let go of his hair to stroke the side of his face. “No, not at all,” she murmured. “It’s just … I don’t really have the right to ask since we—”

“Ask.” He laid his hand over hers.

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