Page 209 of To Free a Soul
Mollified for the moment, and resisting the urge to thrust into her hand, he buried his face against her ear and neck.
“I like to touch, taste, and fuck my mate.” He nipped her neck to make her breath hitch as his own grew shakier just from her light touch. “I fail to see how this is a problem.”
She had stroked him many times, but it was a very quick and certain way to make him crazed, ache, and turn rather feral – the feel of her pleasuring him was all it took to break his control. He’d much rather have it the other way around, drawing out their intimacy for as long as possible by teasing her before he could think of nothing else but being buried within her wet haven.
“What if I want to touch and taste my own godbeforehe fucks me?”
His cock swelled, pulsating hard in her palm at her suggestion. But his chest tightened at the same time.
He was utterly conflicted.
If her sweet hand was enough to make his muscles leap and bunch with intense need, he knew he’d be fucked if she put her lips around him. The idea of watching her, as he’d done once before, while hefeltit all, rotated in his mind dangerously. Desire clawed low in his groin until he was unbearably hard.
He yearned for it, rather immensely.
But he worried that he might lose the little control he had and hurt her. He had far more strength than her – something he’d already proven – and he didn’t always know how to wield it carefully when distracted. He didn’t like admitting that he was inexperienced in all this, considering their intimate past.
But... what happened then didn’t stop all of this from feeling new or overwhelming now.
Even the world could often be too loud, too bright, too hard or soft. The only thing that brought him comfort was this female. He wanted her to see him as a safe place in return; he didn’t wish to ruin that.
He considered not putting her down and taking over as he usually did. It would be easy to distract her with her own pleasure until she was a needy, trembling female that could barely conjure a coherent thought. Yet she looked up at him more expectantly than usual, and her mesmerising eyes – two pools of molten, rich brown – glittered up at him.
They were filled with such tender warmth and loveliness that Weldir became stuck between multiple wants.
As if sensing his hesitancy, even if she didn’t know why, she cupped the sides of his face, lifted up to brush her lips over his, and then bit down on his bottom one. She brushed her hands down his jaw, his neck, and to the top of his chest until each of her fingers plucked his nipples.
“Don’t gods like to be worshipped?” Her sultry voice was teasing and haughty, making his pesky ears flick in reaction. “Weldir, I want to worship you, my shadow god, with my mouth.” Her lips trailed down his skin until she sucked on his throat. “I thought you might like towitnessthat.”
Yes, Weldir was weak to this human, who definitely had an unfathomable power over one such as him – who also, at times, damningly seemed to know it.
He easily broke from only a little more teasing than usual, and he lowered her to her feet.
Just be gentle with her,he thought, as he watched her slowly dropping to her knees. He conjured a blanket of shadows to cushion her from the ground and placed a barrier around themso they wouldn’t be disturbed.Don’t grab her hair and fuck her face.
His fingers and hips already ached to do so.
He shuddered when she glanced heatedly at his cock and then fisted the base of his shaft. As he’d thought, having her pretty face this close to it as she licked her lips in preparation was already too much to bear. The pearlescent milky-grey precum that welled from the slit in his tip heightened the sensation of cool air mingling with her hot breath, which fanned more intensely when she leaned closer.
This had always been one of Weldir’s favourite memories within his cave.
It absolutely couldn’t compare to the anticipation he felt right before her full, plump lips pressed so lightly to the side of his shadowy head. The sensation was so minute, so minuscule, and his reaction was too much. With a mental curse, he wondered if caving to her was a terrible idea. Especially when she lifted her gaze up to meet his, wrapped her tongue around the bottom, and slipped it within the heat of her mouth.
Hot, damp softness enveloped him as she stretched her lips around his girth and then glided them down his length. Each inch further inside had him hissing through clenched fangs, while her lapping, soft, moulding tongue caused his knees to shake before he steadied them. Her teeth were a little sharp, but their texture was welcome, and he liked when they caught on the rim of his tip when she pulled back.
Lindiwe popped him out, as if she only wanted to satisfy him a little, show him what hecouldhave, before she really teased him. She gave the entire surface of his cock little fluttering kisses, and their gentleness left tingles in their wake and felt so damn nice. Her tongue darted out occasionally, infrequent and always surprising, ensuring he never knew what was coming next.
He’d been resisting the urge to cup the back of her head, but it was impossible to deny himself when she licked down the underside of him and then over his sac to bring one ball into her mouth. He fisted her curls as a jolt shot up his cock and more precum dripped from him. She shifted to give the other one attention, and this time his lower back arched a little.
Each gentle caress of her lips, her tongue, and even her teeth when she bit into the side of his dick, was torturous bliss. Even when she wrapped her palm around the bulbous head and stroked just enough to temper the worst of his need, it was mind-numbing.
Panted huffs constantly escaped him as he refused to take his eyes off his mate pleasuring him on her knees. Watching her lips brush him and her tongue lash him that first time did little to prepare Weldir for the mind-melting way they would actually feel – not to mention how they drove his heart to beat just that little bit wilder, and his skin to become that much hotter.
He could feel need hammering in his gut, and the longer she didn’t bring him back into the rapture of her mouth, the more aggressively his muscles bunched.
When she raked her little nails up the inside of his fucking thigh, the growl that burst from Weldir was more beastly than intended. His whole leg shook in reaction to that, and his cock swelled in her fist, while his fist tightened in her hair as an anchor.
Lindiwe pulled away just long enough to bite her lip up at him with her eyes crinkling in joy, only for her to dart forward and lash her tongue across the spilling droplet of his precum. She offered him a little moan, sucked the very tip, and then pulled away as her right hand descended along her body.
