Page 191 of To Free a Soul
A strange noise came from him, and one of his clawed hands darted down to her arse. It squeezed hard through her dress and cloak, just as firmness lengthened against her abdomen. The knowledge that it was likely his cock – a proper one that could actuallyfeel– had her pussy clenching in response.
She grabbed the ties of her cloak to get it off her, and it floated away. Weldir adjusted his hand, and more of his palm encompassed her backside. Lifting her legs, she wrapped them around his narrow hips, and they both hummed into the kiss when the underside of his growing erection slipped over her clit through her underwear.
That was also when his movements became deliciously more aggressive.
A soft growl came from him as he ground his hips against her, and he pulled away from her lips to kiss along her jaw, then down her neck. Weldir buried his nose in the crook of her shoulder. Awarmexhalation fanned anywhere her skin was exposed, and goosebumps prickled beneath it, making her shiver in adoration of the sensation.
“So, this is what you smell like,” he rumbled, his lips muffled against her.
“And what do I smell like?” she whispered with a laugh, utterly overjoyed by the weirdness of her question.
Someone once said she smelt of white roses and pear.
“You’re asking the wrong person. I have no idea, but you smell tantalising.”
He rubbed his nose up the side of her throat, with his firm and wet tongue following it. She panted out a moan when he nipped her skin, and his left ear flicked at the sound she made.
“This needs to go,” he rasped, as he fisted the back of her dress and simply tore it off her.
It wasn’t like in the past, where it unthreaded itself. Instead, the drag of the ripping fabric stung, but the burn was welcome against her heated flesh. When it was gone, her naked breasts moulded against the chiselled muscles of his lean chest, and the heat coming off him made her nipples harden further.
“You’re starting to smell real fucking intoxicating,” he practically growled, as his licking kisses against her throat quickened. They left behind a wetness that made each of his shallow pants tingle in their wake.
She couldn’t begin to imagine what this all felt like for him, especially for the first time. How overwhelming it might be. But when she speared her fingers into his hair, and her nails scraped against his scalp, he offered her something she’d been waitingforeverto hear.
Weldir thrust his cock against her hard, shuddering in reaction, just as a deep, shaken, almost pitifulgroanfell from him.
Her breath hitched at the sound, and her insides clamped up, leaving behind a growing pool of wetness at her entrance. She did it again, raking her nails against his scalp, and the next groan sounded so desperate she moaned in answer.
She wanted to do it again, and again. The resulting masculine, blissful noise teased her to such pitiful lengths, she thought she might come from it.
“Fuck, Lindiwe,” he muttered hoarsely, before snapping into action.
In one second, her underwear was torn from her, and in the next, his cock ground against her constantly. She bucked against it when it nestled between the lips of her pussy and grazed her clit repeatedly. Squeezing her legs around him, she pulled them tighter together to increase the pressure, and every time it was perfect, her pussy spasmed and started to ache.
She felt so empty, so needy, that each of his breaths and quiet groans set her on edge. His hands gripped her tighter, one arm crossed over her back to cup her side, while the other kneaded her cheek so hard she thought it might bruise. She wanted it to, wanted more.
More heat, more movement, more of those little noises.
She let out a small cry while tilting her hips back and forth, trying to find the end of his cock so she could mount it. So it could shove in deep and get rid of the tender ache that nibbled at her until she was shaking with need. Yet her clit was greedy, and every time the rim of his cockhead grazed over it, she pushed back madly.
She glanced down to see what it looked like, and bit her lip. Phallic in shape, it thankfully looked like a human dick except spectral black like the rest of him.
“Inside me, Weldir. Please,” she rasped around little cries. “I need it. I need you.”
With a grunt, he shuddered at her pleading, and his mouth paused at her throat. His fangs grazed over her as he let out a shaking pant. “I’m fuckingtrying.”
He pulled his hips back, and just as the head tucked against her, she tilted her hips to get it to slip inside. Their different thrusts misaligned them, and his tip ground so hard against her clit her head fell back in bliss. As he prodded her again, she shoved down just as he shoved up, and they missed once more.
“Stop moving,” he bit out huskily.
He grabbed her arse tighter to halt her, but she was now so close to climax that her movements were maddened with lust. She bucked, and thrust, and lowered her head to lather his cheek and ear in messy kisses.
“Lindiwe, please.” His ears flickered wildly when she licked the tip of one as she ground against him. “Oh,fuck...”
Oh god. I’m about to–
Just as her body started to clamp up and her eyes rolled back, right there and ready to detonate, he fucking stopped moving! Quaking, Weldir shoved up, squeezed their bodies together so tightly that his cock was squished between them, and then moaned so loud that she froze.
