Page 42 of Sapphire Queen
Chapter 29
His touch sent a scorching heat that burned through her entire body. Sarifena’s body had become molten lava, a pool of lust and desire. Heath licked his way down her skin, suckling the tender flesh where her neck and shoulder met. She tasted like summer, salty but divine.
Pulling her shirt over her head, he tossed the garment to the floor. Sarifena tugged his clothes, silently pleading with him to shed the barrier between their bodies.
Like the frenzied feeding of sharks, they tore at each other until nothing separated them. Heath pressed between her legs, his aching member begging to be wrapped in her tender flesh.
“Please,” Sarifena moaned, her chest rising and falling in anticipation of what was to come.
Heath crushed his mouth to hers again, burying his tongue deep into the warm cavern. He couldn’t get enough of her, feeling as though he would suffocate if he didn’t indulge every facet of her.
Ripping the lacy fabric that covered her breasts, pert nipples begged for him to taste. Dropping his head, he licked and rolled his tongue, sucking her buds into his mouth.
Sarifena clawed at his hair as a passion-filled moan escaped her lips. She was losing herself in him, and she didn’t feel an ounce of regret. Sarifena rolled her hips, and he sucked in a lung full of air.
Licking his way down her body again, Heath left a moist trail past her breasts. He flicked his tongue against her flat tummy and dipped it inside her belly button. Sarifena arched, enjoying every sensation he gave her. Her pussy throbbed with need.
“God, you’re beautiful,” Heath pressed a kiss to her inner thigh.
Her musky scent nearly caused him to come, but clenching his eyes closed, he regained control of his body. Pressing his face between her center, his lips pressed against her sweet folds. His mouth explored her cavern, lapping at her sweet nectar as he drove his tongue in and out. He could feel her body responding, begging him for release. Heath drove his fingers inside her, pumping in and out as he continued to eat her pussy.
Sarfiena couldn’t breathe. Every move, every lick, sent her careening towards the edge. Her stomach coiled with pleasure as her release crashed over her. Screaming out his name as Heath swallowed every bit of her pleasure. His cock swelled more with the delicious ache to be inside her. Wiping his face, Heath climbed her body.
His dick stood at attention, pre-cum dripping from the tip. Sarefina bit her lip as she tried to wrap her delicate fingers around his girth. Pumping him slowly, she guided his cock toward her entrance, but Heath had other plans.
Gripping her hips, he rolled them over, so she was straddling his body.
“Ride me, baby.”
Sarifena had never heard sweeter words, it was as if he sensed her need to be in control and was giving it to her. The timber sound of his voice sent chill bumps across her flesh. Lifting slightly, she fisted his cock and slowly impaled herself on his rod. Her muscles adjusted to accommodate his size, but as soon as he was buried to the hilt, she moved. Slowly at first, then once she found her rhythm, she fucked him like there was no tomorrow. His hands moved across her body like a man starving for touch. The combination of his calloused hands touching her and his cock deep inside her, Sarifena couldn’t stop the orgasm from building inside her. A sweet prickly sensation boiled over her skin, heating her from the inside out. With the flick of his finger across the swollen flesh between her legs, fireworks erupted behind her eyes. Heath felt like she was suffocating his cock, but in the most glorious way possible. His balls tightened, and as her orgasm hit, his seed spilled inside her.
Breathless, Sarifena rolled off him. No words were spoken, Heath tugged her body against his. Leaning up, he grabbed the tangled sheet and covered their bodies. He toyed with her hair, listening to her, breathing as it slowly evened out. She’d finally fallen asleep, something that was much overdue. Rubbing circles against her back, Heath closed his eyes. Falling asleep with her in his arms was something he’d never tire of doing.
