Page 6 of Claimed By a Knight

Tingling warmth settles in my core while Talon’s lips skim across my skin. From my calf, past my knee, and onto my ultra-sensitive, tingling thighs. His hands fly past his head, latching onto my dress while his mouth works against my skin. Tugging and pulling at the fabric, unsteady grunts follow his slow movement to hoist my dress up higher.

With the hemline inching higher, so does his kissing. From the gentle start below, he’s devolved into a mess of lips smashing against any flesh it can, his tongue slithers out and laps any liquid coating its path, and deep, animalistic grunting to convey his pleasure and indulgence.

I don’t want to get in the way of his enjoyment, but my body yearns for more. I want to feel all of him, over and inside all of me. His mouth, his hands, his cock.

I’ve waited years for this moment. Eagerly bidding my time in hopes that someday it may come, and I appreciate his cautious approach, taking time to make this as romantic as possible, but I can’t hold back my desires any longer.

I slip my hands over the shoulder straps of my dress, tugging them downward to start. It’s enough to loosen the top of my dress, and as I move my hands farther down to their inevitable destination, I claw the garment lower until my tits are exposed. So focused on his task, Talon doesn’t notice.

It’s only when my fingers skim over his face that his burning hazel eyes turn up to me. His jaw drops between kisses as he notices my exposed mounds. And it’s in this sudden confusionthat I pull his head away from my thighs and directly to my gooey center.

Unable to break eye contact with my breasts doesn’t stop Talon from getting back to eating me out. As if the catalyst to give him free rein to do whatever he wants, Talon forgoes the slow and steady approach, burying his tongue inside me for his first taste. Satisfied, he runs the full pad of his tongue against my quivering pussy. My body jerks and spasms, inadvertently bucking my hips forward into the warm muscle.

“Oh fuck, that feels so good,” I whimper, while his tongue soothes my desperate sex.

He mumbles something against me, but I can’t make it out and have no intention of stopping to hear a corny joke right now. So, I chuckle, gasp, and moan as he brings a finger to my hole while he suckles and tongue-lashes my clitoris.

“Talon.” Just saying his name is nearly impossible. So lost in the sensations his mouth delivers, I almost don’t want it to end. At the same time, I want more. All of him. Filling the empty hollowness inside me only he can. I want us to join together, become one, feel the warmth of his touch resonate from inside me.

I have to repeat myself twice more before Talon’s ears prick up and his gaze snaps to me. Even while staring into my eyes, his tongue remains wriggling against my entrance. His insatiable hunger for me is exactly what I wanted.

“I want you inside me,” I say outright, and his lips peel away from my pussy in an instant. He’s on top of me just as fast, smashing his soaked face against mine, giving me a taste of the nectar he’s drunk so deeply from.

I feel the swollen tip of his manhood prodding against my pussy while our mouths dance in electric delight. With no guidance from either of us, it knows where to go and wants in immediately. And for the first time since all of this started, a tense bundle of nerves tightens my body into a knot.

Not from a lack of desire or want for this. No, the opposite. Feeling the head of his glorious hammer knocking at my door drives the sensation. Knowing that all I’ve dreamed of for so long is finally coming to pass. Years of desperate waiting, wanting, over in a heartbeat. Annoyance at myself, realizing it could’ve happened so much sooner.

But mostly, and I guess it’s the part that both excites and terrifies me, is the sheer size of his cock. Taking it all, indulging in his pleasure while he splits me in half.

I squeal suddenly as the bundle of nerves erupts across my body.

“What’s that for?” Talon asks, his kiss moving down my cheeks and over my neck.

“Excited.” One word to express every emotion building inside me.

“Then I better give you what you want.” He allows his hands to drop over my breasts, squeezing the mounds and teasing my nipples between his fingers.

“I’ll take it if you don’t. At least this way you can feel in control.”

He chuckles against my neck, traveling up to my ear before answering. “I never said I was in control. That honor is all yours.”

I open my mouth to speak again, but Talon, knowingly or not, shuts me up completely, easing his hips forward. The tip glidesagainst my pussy lips, then back down, gathering a coat of my silky arousal as lubricant.

I bellow out at the newest of his incredible sensations, swinging my arms around his neck. Holding on for dear life, both ready and not, for what’s about to happen.

One of his hands releases my breast to snake down our bodies. I can’t see what he’s doing, but I don’t have to in order to know he’s guiding himself to my entrance. Talon’s entire body shudders as he brings his head closer, and as it reaches the end of the line, he’s tense and flexing, releasing heavy, labored breaths.

“Are you ready?” he asks, as if I’m not begging for it already.

He lifts his head, and our eyes lock together. I’m nibbling nervously on my lower lip, but nod my reply because speaking seems damn impossible right now.

“Good.” He plunges his tip into me.

A synchronous moan floods my otherwise quiet bedroom. Another follows as he inches his way lower, slow and steady, giving me time to adjust to his girth before he makes another move.

Every pause comes with his cock throbbing inside me. It pulses waves of pure bliss throughout my body. A flood of euphoria and delight while I’m barely able to move. And the few restricted movements I can make intensify my grip around his shoulders.

The longer he goes with the precise movements, the more comfortable I become. Before long, his slow inching turns into rhythmic thrusting, and I meet him with rolling hips, accepting as much as I can take.

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