Page 56 of Blood Bearon
“What if I want to use my mouth?” she asked, looking up at him through her eyelids while she batted them.
“I guess that would be okay,” he agreed, voice tight and fraught with hopeful anticipation of just such a thing.
“Good.”
Crouching down, she grabbed him firmly in one hand, running her tongue around the tip, coating it with as much saliva as she could. The entire time she stared up into his face, watching for his reaction.Thiswas what she loved. Seeing the pleasure on his face. It was so empowering, and beyond arousing. Some days, she thought she could get off just by pleasuring someone else.
Khove groaned as she opened her mouth wide, taking in the tip. Gray eyes rolled back into their sockets and his head thudded heavily against the wall. Rachel continued to work. He was long and thick, and she wouldn’t be able to take him all. Not in her mouth at least, but she intended to work him as best as she could.
It didn’t take long for a combination of her hands, mouth and tongue to bring Khove to a tense, quivering state, hovering on the edge.
That was when the dynamic changed. As quickly as her power was there, it disappeared. Khove took charge. Rachel wasn’t entirely sure when she’d relinquished control, but she did, giving in to him entirely.
“Stand up,” he growled, and she did, leaning back as he kissed her thoroughly, uncaring of where her mouth had just been.
That freedom, and his obvious desire forher, powered another round of heat between her legs. Still covered by her jeans, she hadn’t had a chance to do much about it, but Khove now stripped her down in quick, easy movements, leaving her as naked as he had been for some time.
“Gorgeous,” he muttered, before lifting her into his arms and carrying her to the bedroom.
Rachel yelped as he tossed her onto the bed almost unceremoniously, grabbing her upraised legs and then gently spreading them as he sank to the mattress. Whereas she’d used her fingers on the inside of his legs, Khove used his mouth.
By the time he finally reached her peak, Rachel was a quivering mass of muscle, desperate for his touch. She thrust her hips at his face, begged, grabbed at his head, all in vain as Khove kissed and licked everywhere except that one specific spot she wanted him to. It was agony.
Until—at last—he gave in. His mouth covered her, tongue flicking out in long, smooth, slow strokes. Rachel shuddered, caught off guard by just how close she was to exploding in his mouth.
“Don’t you stop,” she whispered, beginning to shake as muscles tightened.
Khove didn’t. He kept going, not changing pace or pressure in the slightest. The rhythm gently worked its magic, building up between her legs.
Then he slipped a finger inside, pushing past her wet opening and curling it upward.
Rachel broke. She cried out and thrashed violently as ecstasy flooded her system in a wave unlike anything else she’d ever experienced before. The brush with death, the breaking down of walls, and most of all, his attention to her wants and needs culminated in a climax that filled her entire body at the same time. It didn’t explode out from between her legs, but instead wrapped her in a cocoon and pummeled her with sensations she couldn’t begin to catalogue.
Through it all, Khove held on, providing the sole anchor back to reality. Battered by the tide, she held on weakly, trusting in his strength and their budding relationship to bring her back from the edge.
When reality finally did snap back into place, the only sounds she could hear were her fading cries and the near-desperate clamor for air from her lungs.
Khove started to slide his tongue against her anew, but Rachel stopped him. Grabbing his hand, she tugged with what miniscule motes of energy she had remaining until he got the hint and joined her, molding his body to hers.
“Too sensitive,” she managed to utter. “Want you inside me.”
Growling in delight, Khove used his strength to arrange her so that he approached her from behind. Rachel twisted her body, locking eyes as he gently pushed inside her for the first time. The sudden spreading left her gasping, eyes rolled back into their sockets. A loud moan filled the room, and only belatedly did she realize it was her own.
This was what she’d been craving. The joining of their bodies, a near complete opening of boundaries and personal space, merging until there was little else. There was no trepidation about it, no doubt or second thoughts, which was odd. Things with Khove just worked naturally, on a level of instinctive understanding that well defied her expectations.
Grunting with effort, Khove thrust deep inside her, his thick steel-strong grip holding her hips firmly in place. She alternated between losing herself in the ecstasy he was inflicting upon her, and focusing on his face, watching every twitch, every open-mouthed groan.
“You feel so good,” she moaned, loving the way his eyes lit up with feral delight at hearing her words. It was an empowering feeling, to know that simply speaking could elicit such an increase in his experience. “Khove, you fuck me so good.”
His growl filled the room and she cried out as he forced himself in hard, shaking her body when his hips collided with hers. That continued on and Rachel gripped his wrist hard for dear life as he gave it to her hard and fast.
Eventually, she pushed him back, forced to take a breather, his strokes nearly driving the air from her lungs. How she wasn’t hurting from having him so deep was beyond her, and Rachel wasn’t about to waste that.
Pushing Khove onto his back, she took control again, straddling him, making him watch as she reached between her legs and grasped his hard shaft, directing it toward her opening while she pushed back upon him.
Khove groaned as his hard cock once more slipped inside her, but this time, she was in control. Rachel’s hips rocked back and forth, and she lost herself in the moment, every nerve on fire. Running her hands up her sides, she grabbed her own breasts, very conscious of the flames burning ever brighter in Khove’s eyes as she did.
Something slipped between them, and Rachel cried out as his thumb started making small circles around her clit, even as she bounced up and down slowly, feeling every inch of him push back in as she came down low.
