Page 42 of Storm of Blood and Shadow

“Rise on your knees, slip your cock in, hold my ankles, and thrust.”

I hold my legs in position, feeling the stretch along the backs of my thighs, barely breathing as I watch Varex take himself in hand. He explores his own cock for a moment, brows slightly bent as he tests the sensitivity of his length. His sheet of long, snowy hair spills over his broad shoulders, down the muscled expanse of his chest.

This man is fucking magnificent.

Lining himself up, he pushes carefully inside me. I can’t help a desperate little whimper as the sleek, thick length of him glides in.

“By the bones of the world,” he says in a shattered tone. “How does this feel so good? So warm and wet… fuck… oh fuck, I’m going to come.”

“Not yet,” I beg him. “Please… try to think about something else. I need this to last a little while… I need you to fuck me, to move inside me rhythmically, like you did with your tongue last night.”

“With pleasure. I will hold out as long as I can.” His large hands wrap around my ankles, taking over, providing pressure so I don’t have to strain quite so hard to maintain this position.

Since I have a hand free, I reach down and touch myself while Varex begins moving in and out, in and out. He groans heavily, his eyes glazing over. Despite his promise of restraint, he’s not going to last long. My fingers jitter across my clit, hastening the orgasm.

“Deeper,” I choke out. “Rise a little higher, angle down and deep.”

He cries out, straining not to come as he alters the angle and penetrates me even more deeply.

I underestimated how glorious it is to fuck a man who will follow directions precisely, who will forestall his own pleasure to the point of torture just so he can serve my needs. The look of agony on his face makes him even more beautiful to me. Every muscle of his gorgeous body is rock-hard, straining to do what I’ve asked without allowing himself any relief.

I reach up, grab his jaw with my hand, and come for him with a gasping scream. The ecstasy tears through me like a dragon’s claws, shearing my belly into glimmering fragments. It steals my breath, my words, my memories. All I see and know ishim.

“May I come?” Varex pleads, his voice so sweet and broken that I couldn’t possibly deny him anything.

“Yes.” I place both hands on his chest, my thumbs lightly grazing his nipples. At the new and unexpected sensation, he cries out, eyes flaring with shock, and his cock pulses deep in my body. His hands tighten on my ankles, the muscles in his arms standing out in sharp relief.

I devour the sight of him—the flicker of his lashes, the quiver of his parted lips, the surge of his chest as he breathes hard. He rocks his hips again and groans as the last bit of hiscum drains fully from his balls and gushes into me. His eyes close for a second, and then they blink open, meeting my gaze.

“You’ll soften and shrink now,” I tell him. “So you’ll have to pull out.”

“I want to keep my cock inside you forever.”

I can’t help smiling. “Maybe I would let you, but this position is becoming difficult for me.”

He withdraws himself instantly and releases my ankles. I rest my feet on the ground, my knees arched. When I’ve done this position in the past, with someone who didn’t listen to me and pushed too hard on my legs, my back has been sore for days. But there’s not a twinge of pain this time.

“That was the best sex I’ve ever had,” I confess to Varex. “You listened to me, and you gave yourself wholly to my pleasure.”

He sheds a bright smile over me, and I realize with a start that the light outside the cave is gone, and the only illumination we have now is provided by the pink and lavender crystal formations growing from the rocky walls. It’s a soft, romantic, sensual light.

Varex bends, peering between my legs, a frown puckering his forehead. “My cum is leaving you.”

“It’s going to drip out, yes.”

With a faint growl, he gets down on his stomach with his face between my thighs and begins licking the cum upward, pressing it back inside me with the flat of his tongue.

“Shit,” I whimper, as need flares through my body again. “You drive me insane, do you know that?”

His tongue caresses my clit, and then he kisses it. “Is that so very terrible?”

I don’t answer, and I don’t think. I let him curl both his arms around my thighs and drag me against his face. I let him savor every bit of tender flesh between my legs with his new humantongue. I let him tease my clit with his teeth, explore the curves and planes of my body with his mouth, suck on my nipples, lick my throat. When he lies down on his back, I let him pull me onto his chest, just to feel his skin.

We doze and we rouse, and he fucks me again, sweet and slow, wet and warm. The cave should be cold but his body generates its own heat, keeping me comfortable as long as I’m close to him.

I forget who I am and where I came from. I don’t think about anything except the shape of his cock in my mouth, the ripple of his strong fingers deep inside my pussy, the hard bead of his nipple under my tongue.

This will be us, forever. Nothing else exists, not even the niggling anxiety and heavy responsibilities that I keep pushing to the back of my mind.

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