Page 19 of Advance and Retreat
“My Matara.”His voice was choked from emotion.“My everything.”
Her hands slid down his neck to his shoulders.She touched his arms, then his torso, drinking in her unbelievable fortune to have earned such an incredible person in her life.She adored Lokmi and Kila no less, but Piras’ submission allowed her to truly bask in how lucky she was, to appreciate the treasure she’d been granted.
Her hands curved to cup the roundness of his buttocks.His skin was velvet on granite muscle, an enthralling juxtaposition.Hope wasn’t surprised to feel wet warmth sliding from her pussy.Whatever she wished, Piras would give her.Her thoughts found the middle ground between sentiment and carnal lust.She had to have this man who excited her heart, body, and soul.
His cocks stood at stiff alertness, another two points of graceful beauty.He was wet and craving her.She traced a finger on a distended vein, then licked his natural slickness from it.Sweet and spicy at once, better than how he smelled.She quelled a groan.
“Lie on the blanket on your back, my lovely Piras.”
He was in position at her feet in a twinkling.Hope thought of reprimanding him for such blatant impatience, but her heart wasn’t in it.She was full of too much love and lust for him.
She stepped over him, her feet on either side of his tapered waist.She sank to a crouch and reached behind to prop her hands on his thighs.Her pussy and ass hovered above his trembling shafts.
“Position yourself.”Her voice had gone husky as anticipation of taking possession of him woke.
He did so, and she sank on him, filling herself at her pace: slow, to enjoy every nuance of his willing surrender.Her eyes were closed as she claimed him, the better to feel how his flesh pervaded her.To delight in the knowledge he was hers to enjoy as she deemed best.She experienced her power, made more precious because he so readily granted it to her.
She quaked as his larger cock rubbed the front of her inner sleeve where the most exquisite sensation lived.Her breath quickened at the thrills shivering through her from the pressure.One of her favorite pastimes was to ride him in just this fashion to see how many climaxes she could reach before he lost control.Her record was five, and she briefly considered seeing if she could beat it.
No, she decided.Piras, trapped in his cargo bin, would have been as worried about his clanmates as they’d been.He might be submissive, but it didn’t mean he wasn’t in as much need of relieving the tension as Kila or Lokmi had been.
Hope wouldn’t rush it, however.She rose and fell on her clanmate, finding exactly the angle she wanted for a gradual rise to orgasm.“Play with my tits, Piras,” she said as she treated herself to the steady but leisurely fuck she deserved after serving Lokmi and Kila.“Put those big, talented hands to work.”
Delight suffused his expression to be allowed to touch her.He rubbed her deliciously, exactly the way he’d learned she preferred, his hands hot on her flesh.He licked his thumbs and circled her flushed, taut nipples.They zinged their approval straight to her clit.
“My excellent boy.”Satisfaction purred through her as he tugged carefully, then caressed using a gentler touch.He varied his attention, providing all the different nuances she enjoyed.
He was such a very good boy.She gazed at the stunning body providing devoted service to her growing hunger.He’d get his reward sooner than she’d planned because she was hurrying to her own prize despite her attempts to make it last.
It isn’t as if I’m losing out on anything.I can have him my way whenever I wish.
Thinking it brought voluptuous pleasure closer.For Hope, dominating was as exciting as surrender, and the knowledge he was hers to fuck at a moment’s notice was arousing.
Her pace had quickened without her noticing, her pussy’s clamor for gratification goading her.Piras was gasping, his features strained.His head shook slowly from side to side, as if he were telling himself no.His restraint was no better than any of the rest.
“My poor, sweet boy,” Hope panted.“He wants it so bad, doesn’t he?”
A desperate whine slipped through his gritted teeth.
“Do it to me.Make me come, Piras.When you do, you have permission to come too.”
Excitement brightened his purple eyes.He grasped her hips, then searched her face for permission.
She dug her nails in his thighs.“Do it, boy.Fuck your mistress.Fuck her good.Give it to me, Piras!”
A cry escaped his lips.He lifted her and yanked her down frantically, the tendons standing out on his arms, shoulders, and neck as he sought to satisfy her.And he was doing so, his thick primary finding the magic spot again and again until she detonated.
Gratification swept through her.She soared into sweet release.Piras’ cries rang after hers, his passion flooding her, making her climax anew in response.
She rode him until the last delicious pulse ebbed.Slowly, she drifted onto him, feeling the strong body she commanded.
“My Matara.”Gratitude filled his voice.
“My beautiful boy.My Piras.”She kissed him, pouring all her love for him in the embrace.
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