Page 44 of The Delta's Rogue
Her body trembles from the orgasm I gave her, and I can’t help the ripple of pride I feel. I did that. I gave her a pleasure so intense, so consuming, that she’s still feeling the aftereffects of it.
“You were so good for me, Sarina,” I praise again as I wrap her arms around me and position her pleasure-soaked pussy over my throbbing cock. “And good girls get rewarded.”
She tenses and arches, an adorable mewling noise falling from her mouth as I rock her against my dick. Sparks of joy dance across my skin everywhere our bodies touch, and I kiss her with an aching tenderness. I hold her close as our lips tangle, letting the kiss lead me into the vast mysteries she hides in her heart. I hang from the stars of her mysterious nebula, grasping tighter to them with each soul-capturing kiss.
“This is all you, Sarina.” I stroke her spine. “You’re in control from here on out. Ride me hard or take it slow. Cling to me or give me a performance. Whatever you need from me, whatever you need me to be for you, you have it.”
My fingertips slide into her hair, and we kiss again as she grips my cock in her hand. Her thumb swipes across the tip, and she strokes it, memorizing the way it feels in her hand. It twitches, and my hips buck, but I keep my word and relinquish the control to her.
Sarina rises onto her knees and places the head of my cock between her swollen, wet pussy lips.
I hiss with pleasure and the effort to hold back. “Whenever you’re ready.” I lean my head back so I can watch her face as we join as one for the first time. “I’ve got you,” I remind her, emphasizing my hold on her. “I will always have you.”
She holds my gaze as she lowers herself onto me, eyes shining with emotion.
I tighten my embrace, chest heaving as I enter her pussy. She rises and falls on my dick, the movements mimicking the way she took me into her mouth earlier—inch by inch, second by second—until she’s drawn all of me inside her and her clit rubs against my skin.
My jaw drops open as she pauses there, with my dick filling her pussy, and my universe shifts, adjusting and realigning itself until the center of it is no longer me but her. A sense of rightness, of belonging and of being complete, settles over me.
The passion and the intensity in her eyes tell me she’s going through the same experience, and I rest my forehead against hers, hand cupping the back of her neck to hold her to me.
“Goddess…” She sighs, her hands moving over my shoulders and down my chest, a trail of stars left in their wake. “Sebby…”
“I know.” I swallow against the emotion welling inside me. “I feel it too.”
She shakes her head and squeezes her eyes shut, angling her head to kiss me. Her fingers curl against my torso, tracing invisible declarations of passion across my chest. Her hips roll, and she rises and falls on my dick.
“That’s it,” I groan between our kisses. “Keep moving like that.”
She quickens her pace, not quite matching the earnestness I gave her as I fucked her mouth but building up to it. Each roll of her hips pulls her body away from mine and then back into it. Each time her skin departs from mine, I’m empty, and each time herbody presses against my torso, I sigh in delight at the earth-shattering sense of unity she brings with her.
Her hands explore my body, much like mine explored hers when I had her restrained. They glide over my pecs, down my abs, and up to my neck. They skate across my cheeks and through my hair, then tease my shoulder blades and down my spine. Wherever she can reach, she touches, leaving no inch unexplored. She’s a cartographer, and my body is the parchment she sketches her map on.
“Take me to the stars, Sebby.” Her nose brushes mine as she leans closer to me, arms wrapping around my shoulders as she moves faster on my dick.
I punch my hips up into her, matching her rhythm. “We are the stars, Sarina,” I murmur, taking her face in my hand.
Her eyes close, and her lashes fan across her high cheekbones. I kiss each eyelid with all the tenderness I can manage.
Sarina dives for my lips again, breath shaking, her hips finally reaching the pace we both need them to be at. We cling to each other, and I grab her waist, guiding the movements. Her back arches as I kiss down her neck, lingering there, taking my sweet time to tease it with my lips and tongue. She moans, throat vibrating against my mouth, and I echo the noise, surrendering myself to our shared pleasure.
Rock-hard nipples scrape my skin. I tear my face from her neck to lower my lips to her breasts like I’ve been longing to all night, placing hot open-mouthed kisses on the swell of them. My hands glide up her tight stomach to cup them in my palms and lift them higher. Her tits bounce exactly as I imagined, hypnotizing me with their dance as she rides me furiously, and I take a breast in my mouth, swiping my tongue over the nipple.
“Oh, fuck!” she yells, fingernails digging into my back and scratching across the surface, leaving a treasure map to her pleasure behind.
I stare at her euphoric expression, smile against her breast, and pinch her nipple between my teeth, tugging on it as my hand wanders between us to her clit, to circle it with the pad of my thumb.
An otherworldly noise escapes her at the mix of pleasure and pain, and I growl appreciatively at the sound and her body’s reaction to my manipulation of her bliss. I switch to the other breast, never letting up my gentle circling of her clit, and I repeat the same motions on it, reveling in the uninhibited noises she makes as I play with her body.
“I’m so close, Sebby,” she says, moving wantonly in my lap.
I grunt my response, mouth still wrapped around her breast, too caught up in her responses to my treatment of it. I nip at the hardened tip, flick my tongue over it, then suck on it, gauging her reaction to the subtle differences between each motion.
She responds to each with varying levels of enthusiasm and unique sounds. Some come from deep in her throat and others are mere wisps of noise, but all of them are music to my ears and send pride rippling through me.
I don’t let up on my enthusiastic exploration of her body. My balls ache and tighten, and her pussy flutters around my cock, teetering on the edge of an orgasm. I growl, rip my mouth from her breast and lift it to her neck again, focusing on the spot where her heartbeat thrums beneath her skin.
She gasps and moves erratically, faster than I thought possible, until she shatters and releases. Once her orgasm hits, her movements lengthen, stretching like thick, sweet honey. Her pussy pulses around my dick. My body tenses, and I groan as I fall into the galaxy of bliss with her. We’re two shooting stars hurtling through space and time, dancing around each other, our trails of stardust intertwining as we explore new depths together.
