Page 85 of Gates of Rapture
“Your skin, your muscles.”She slid her hand from the inside of his elbow up his arm slowly.
Chuffs left his throat, and she shivered.Her fingers touched more swelling flesh.She overlaid his bicep with her hand and licked his shoulder as everything beneath her continued to grow, shift, change, become larger.
She loved it.The feel of all this movement and energy beneath her hands and her mouth.His skin was hot.She licked.All that warmth and flavor, of Leto tasting like the forest, sent ripples down her body, little waves lapping at the shore, teasing her, tempting her.
He trembled.
“What’s wrong?”She licked again.
I want—
She cut him off.“Use your words, Leto.I need to hear your voice in this state.It’s much deeper, sexier.It gives me a thrill.”
“I want to flip you over, throw you on your back.”
She massaged the growing bicep.“I know.Don’t care.You have to do as I say, at least for now.”
A small piece of laughter, like it had broken off from the rest, barked from his throat.He sighed.
His shoulder pushed at her lips, dragging away from her.She opened her eyes.Leto was getting taller.She licked down his arm and nursed on his bicep.He grunted.She knew this was torture.Again, she didn’t care.
This was her turn.
She left his bicep, then, using both hands, she began at the top of his back and slowly descended, stroking each weeping wing-lock, taking all that moisture with her, down and down to his waist until her hands were sopping.
He gave a shout and whirled to face her.But she moved with her newly acquired speed and was fifteen feet away, at the door of the bedroom.He was off the bed before she could blink, but she held up one hand and he stopped.
“What are you doing to me?”His voice was so low, so resonant, she found it hard to remain where she was.“Let me come to you.”
She wept from between her legs.She wanted to run to him, throw her arms around him, and sink herself on what was very hard and very big.
Her hands were dripping with the moisture from his wing-locks.The scent tempted her.With one hand held out to him to keep him away, she lifted the other to her lips.She settled her gaze on him and licked her palm.
The flavor seemed to reach inside her and give a hard tug.“Oh, Leto, you taste of heaven to me.”
He palmed his erection and slowly stroked himself.She could feel what his hand felt like touching his cock, and her body clenched with need.
Her gaze fell to what belonged only to her, and her lips parted as she dragged air into her lungs.She put her moist hands on her breasts.Her nipples drew into hard beads.She drifted her hands lower over her sensitive navel, and lower still.
His hand moved faster as she descended.
“Please, let me come to you,” he said, his gaze almost frantic.
She didn’t answer him.She couldn’t.She was enjoying this too much, having this kind of control over him.She felt heady as her fingers slid into her pubic hair and pushed.The sensation was delightful.
He closed his eyes and groaned.“I can feel what that’s like for you, the pressure of your fingers, the pleasure it gives you.”He was close.
She had an idea.With a burst of speed, she was on her knees in front of him and her lips closed around the crown of his cock.
He gave a strangled cry.His hands suddenly on her head, he pushed his cock into her mouth.She took him as deep as she could.Using both her hands, she sucked and stroked him at the same time.
Leto, how wonderful my mouth feels to you.
“I can’t wait.”
Let it all go, Leto.Give me what you’ve got.
His body jerked forward as he began to pulse.She kept stroking and stroking.His cock released into her, and she drank what tasted of the forest and of Leto.She drank and drank.
