Page 192 of To Free a Soul
Her breath hitched at the rich decadence of the sound, and she pulled back to see his eyes were shut, his mouth agape, and his brows were furrowed deeply, just as warm liquid began to spurt up her abdomen. At the first rope of semen, he chased his orgasm by rocking against her, while his entire body twitched and quivered. His claws cut into her skin, but she barely felt it as she took in that moment with awe.
It was hot, and sticky, and so erotic that she ground her hips into him just to deepen his pleasure.
When he stopped, shaken and panting in her arms as aftershocks riddled him, she realised she’d grown so wet that her arousal leaked from her. She ached even more than before, and she pulled back, loosening her legs from around him so she could look down the length of her body.
Eyes wide, she took in the pearlescent milky-grey liquid coating her belly. If his pulsating, throbbing cock hadn’t been enough to tell her what just happened, those streaks were.
“Youcame,” Lindiwe whispered in surprise.
It hadn’t happened with measured control, but suddenly, unexpectedly, and because it feltgood.And just from a little rubbing in a few minutes!
Why do I find that so sexy?!Like he hadn’t been able to hold it in because he was just that excited by her.
With a half smile, her thighs squirming with her pussy saturated with arousal, she lifted her gaze to meet wide onyx eyes, as if he, too, couldn’t believe it. Except it was obvious he didn’t feel the same way. He looked rather... horrified as he stared down at her.
Then, in a puff of dark cloud, he was... gone.
A time unknown, but of sensation and intimacy
I can’t believe I just did that,Weldir thought, pressing the pad of a thumb and two fingers against his closed eyes.
His new heart was sprinting, the lingering pleasure colliding with embarrassment so intense he found the organ wildly uncomfortable. If this was what mortification felt like, he thought he’d rather remain a bodiless mist entity forever.
I fucking came, and I wasn’t even inside her.He’d ejaculated... prematurely.I’m a god. A fucking god, for pity’s sake, and my cock blew because it felt so good it was like my damn soul was being petted.
He growled quietly, frustrated with himself and this new body.
As much as he knew evaporating like that wasn’t the wisest nor proudest choice, he just couldn’t face his mate in that moment. He was being bombarded by all these sensations, things he’d never felt before, alongside physiological reactions to his emotions. He was vibrating under the onslaught, to the point that even his muscles leapt at the weirdness.
Two warm and soft hands caressed the tops of his shoulders.
Weldir barked out a quiet yelp and startled forward, as he’dneverbeen surprised before in his entire life.
“You didn’t have to run away,” Lindiwe said in a low, comforting tone, as she wrapped her arms around his neck from behind. “You’re also very easy to find now.”
His immediate instinct was to flee again, but he shuddered when soft lips pressed against the side of his nape, just as fingertipstickleddown the front of his chest. He arched into the touches, somehow mollified by them because they just felt sonice.
He also found the smell of her dizzying, and his muscles bunched with this primal urge to capture her, pin her down, and mount her fiercely until he utterly drowned in every inch of her. His drained cock swelled in reaction, and the only reason he didn’t act on the impulse was because he was so powerless to her little kisses and hands, which soothed him and had his void skin cascading with intense prickles.
“You don’t have to feel bad for being excited,” she whispered, her melodic, feminine voice right in his ear, causing the point of it to draw back and flick rapidly. The intensity of it had an expire humming from him, followed by a shiver. “I liked it.” As if she could tell he was having an enormous reaction to her, she brushed her lips back and forth over the length of his ear, with her hot breath fanning over it. “You can always make it up to me. Although... I think I have much more to make up for, many years to give back. Manyorgasms.”
Something in Weldir snapped – that tiny semblance of control gone. He spun around, pinned her arms down against a flat barrier he created beneath her, and placed himself above her with a looming, quiet warning rumble. The vibration of it was unfamiliar as it resonated deep within his chest.
Rather than being afraid, she bit down on her bottom lip and looked up at him with crinkling eyes. The softness in her gaze, mingled with tenderness and the desirous heat he knew all too well, did strange things to his mind. There was also trust, and in that moment, he didn’t know what he wanted to do.
His erection demanded he bury himself to the base and pump his way to the ball-clutching, pelvis-tingling bliss he’d felt before. Yet he also had this yearning to kiss and nip every inch of her beautiful brown skin, or delve his tongue into every hollow and over every line of her body. His lips wanted to crush hers since they didn’t look swollen enough from their earlier kissing. His hands itched to knead every swell of her curves, but also dive into her pretty curls until he made them messy from fisting them. His body needed to mesh up against every part of hers until they weren’t only entangled but moulded into one aching being.
His heart seemed to thrum everywhere, and it was so heavy and so fuckingnoisythat it overshadowed his chaotic thoughts until just pure instinct thrummed to take over. His body was hot, his skin taut and on fire, and all of him tingled with violent arousal.
And her scent was driving him so mad that every breath in was laced with it, making him salivate to taste her. She also now smelt of him, and that satisfied a rather dark part of him that he didn’t understand.
Weldir gave in to multiple desires at once.
He released her wrists so he could shove his fingers into her curls, fist them tightly, and cover her mouth with his. He kissed her hard enough that it pained his own lips, yet she didn’t seem to mind as she cupped the sides of his face and pulled him in. When her tongue, rounder than his own, clashed with his, he produced a groan.
Now he understood why Lindiwe liked to kiss, why she’d often brought him in for one. It was easy to get lost in the act; the sharing of their breaths, the wetness, and even the warmth clawed at his heart.
But he was quick to move away as other parts of her called to him. Her pulsing throat had tickled his lips before, and he brushed them over it as he created a path downwards. Then further down still, since he had foolishly not appreciated her full and perky breasts earlier.
