Page 95 of Stars in Mist

Her passion grew with every thrust of his wet tip, and with a cry, she screamed as she spasmed against his mouth.

He lapped and licked until she came again, her nerves tingling, exploding, and hyper-sensitive.

Riv had always been a giver, and this reminder made her heart feel like it’d explode into tiny slivers of pure delight.

Élisa turned the tables, retaking him in her mouth, sucking his hard, proud cock. Her tongue flicked over his head just the way she used to years ago, just the way he liked it.

He half sat up, his irised eyes glittering as she gave him pleasure. His hands threaded in her hair, moving up and down her back, his fingers caressing her satiny skin.

Riv gasped, ‘Élisa, ohfokkin’ sweet Eden!’

She held him between her lips, sucking him, her cunning length flicking around his hardness.

He trembled, gasping as her mouth devastated him.

His body tensed as he rose higher until he came with a roar, flinging his silver crown back at the unrelenting stroking of her lips. She swallowed his essence, mewling as his passion inflamed her own.

Rock hard still, he rolled her over and entered her in one smooth stroke, and they both groaned in unrestrained wonder.

She kissed him as he thrust into her, and she wrapped her legs around his back and pulled him into her.

She closed her eyes as he slid deep into her, and she gasped with pleasure.

He moved his hands down to her buttocks and squeezed them, and she began to move her hips in unison with his.

She was flying and free, and the sensation soared through her, engulfing her and drowning her in a sea of feelings.

He reached his hand down between them, and his fingers found her swollen nub, stroking in time to his thrusts.

It was too much; her heart hitched, and she couldn’t breathe or think.

Her body exploded as she screamed and convulsed.

Riv held her tight while she came, his hot breath on her shoulder, he too convulsing inside her as tears bathed his eyes.

The waves of pleasure didn’t stop. Over and over, they crashed against her walls of loneliness, sadness, and grief, washing away all the years of sorrow until she was left spent, purified by their love.

They lay entwined for a long time, their bodies still joined.

‘You’re so beautiful,’ he whispered.

‘Not so bad yourself.’

‘Nada, my heart, you’re even more than that,’ he rasped.

‘You are the lime of the forest, the honey among the rocks,

The lemon of the cloister, the grape in the sands.

A hip to be enclosed by one hand,

A thigh round like a piston

Your back, a manuscript to read poems from.

You are the mistress of my body

The fruit of the valley, the water of paradise,

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