Page 120 of Gates of Rapture
She glanced around the pool and found a large boulder that was smooth as it angled into the water.She took his hand and guided him over to the rock.“You must let me do this to you.I want to.Will you let me?”
He chuffed his response and spread himself out on the rock facedown.The water came up to the tops of his thighs.
Her lips trembled as she moved into him.He was a visual feast, and he was hers, both to command right now and to enjoy.
She moved behind him and pressed her hips against his buttocks.He groaned.
She leaned over him and licked a line straight up the center of his back.She stroked the sides of his hips from his waist down to as much of the thigh as she could reach below the water, then she came back up.The whole time she moved her hands closer to the front of his thighs, slower and slower until she wrapped her hands around the base of his stalk.At the same time, she started licking his wing-locks.
He chuffed against the rock, breathing hard.
Grace, you’re killing me.
Good.
She leaned close and focused her attention on the mid-point wing-lock on the right side of his back.The lock was big, like everything about him right now, including what she held in her hand.She rubbed her cheek along the lock and felt moisture at the aperture.She glided her left hand up his cock and felt moisture at the tip.
She flicked her tongue over the end of his wing-lock.The pleasure he felt, which she could experience because of thebreh-hedden,tightened her internal well.He tasted of the forest and man.I wish I could lick both tips at once.
His hips pumped, and he groaned.He planted his forearms on the rock and buried his face between.I wish you were under me right now.
Grace released him and sank beneath the warm water, spreading his legs wide and pulling them away from the rock.She pivoted and carefully rose up, taking great pains not to clunk her skull on the hard rock.
He kept making room and growling.As her head breached the water, she licked his cock ever so slowly as she continued to rise until she could take his crown in her mouth.He was big and filled her mouth.She sucked.
Grace.My God.Grace.
Her body clenched because she could feel how her mouth felt on him while at the same time enjoying the pleasure of him in her mouth.Thebreh-heddenmight have been many things, buteroticdefined this part.She could feel what he felt, the way his forearms braced his forehead, the way the water felt sloshing around his thighs, and the way her fingernails felt pressing into his buttocks.
She sucked harder and his hips flexed then pulled back.He was close.Hell, she was close.
She released him, and he groaned long and loud.She pushed his stomach away and worked her way up until she was reclining on the rock beneath him.“Is this under you enough?”
He was so beautiful in this state: Leto and so much more.He stroked her face with his big hands, then leaned down to kiss her.When he drew back, he said, “When I enter you, I’m not going to last long.”
She smiled and reached up to kiss him back.“I won’t, either.”
“This whole pool smells like I’m walking through a summery meadow.”
“No it doesn’t, it smells of the forest and man, of you, of Leto the beast.”She smiled and petted his cheek.
“Leto the beast.The way you say it makes me want to be this way forever.”
“I wouldn’t complain.”
He pushed her legs apart.She worked with him.The smooth rock at her back could still cause some problems if she wasn’t careful.
But he hadn’t reached several millennia in age without having learned a thing or two.“That rock is too damn hard for what I need to do.”
“What do you need to do.”
“Slam into you, as fast as I can, for about thirty seconds.”
“Oh, I don’t think it will take that long.”
He smiled, then chuckled.“I’m going to fold us back to my bed.”
“I’m all wet.”
