Page 41 of Forbidden Obsession
His cock is half-hard in my hand already, and I intend to stiffen him up the rest of the way with my mouth, but when I lick my lips, he places his hand over mine.
“Um, maybe not that?”
I blink. “Huh?”
“I haven’t washed, not properly, not in days. And my magic doesn’t do the job as well as soap and water.”
He’s wrong. His magic works fine. “I want to.” The natural smells of his body are only more of a turn-on, not less. “I want you as you are. Just like this. I want you any way I can have you. Always.”
Rahz’s eyes shine wetly. “You really mean that, don’t you?”
“Of course. You’re my Rahz, and I love you more than anything. Can I?”
His shaky nod is all the permission I need. I swallow him with gusto. The feel of him, heavy on my tongue, stretching my lips wide, wrings a moan from deep in my throat.
“Ah, Jin!”
When he says my name that way, it sounds like begging. And I covet making Rahz beg.
I might have been a little overeager, but he’s so good it’s impossible to hold back. Rahz’s fingers tangle in my hair, and that’s even better.
Everything is wet and slick and hot. I suck my fill of him, then return for more. My hands clench on his thighs. I don’t need them for this. I’m going to make him come with just my mouth, and if the desperate, whimpering noises pouring from him are anything to go by, it’s not going to take long.
Stars, I’ve been dreaming of this for ages, sucking him. It’s even better than I’d imagined. I use my tongue to lave the length of his shaft, to swirl around the tip, and to pleasure the bundle of nerves beneath his crown. I relish every moan he makes and delight in the tug of his fingers in my hair.
Rahz thrusts his hips. He’s aching for a rhythm already, so I give him one, moving my head along with his motions. His cock throbs in my mouth, and mine twitches in tandem, eager to join the fun.
“Please, Jin. Don’t stop.” His thighs tremble under my palms.
I relax my throat and let him use me as he likes because whatever he likes, I love. He tightens his grip, pulling at my scalp in a way that makes me shiver. My cock hangs full and heavy between my legs, and it’s all I can do not to stroke it myself. It’ll be worth the wait.
I don’t have to wait long.
Rahz’s hips stutter, and he expands impossibly bigger, forcing my throat wide. As he comes, he cries out, music to my ears, shooting inside me like a geyser while holding me in place to swallow around him. It’s pure bliss after so long without, and I want all of it, greedy thing that I am.
I milk the last bits of pleasure from him until he’s wrung out, leaning heavily on the tree and panting. Even then I don’t stop, but I slow my motions to a soft, caressing nuzzle, breathing in his scent. The scent he somehow thought I wouldn’t like, but I treasure.
He takes his hands from my hair and cups my cheeks, tilting my face upward. “You have no idea how much I needed that.”
A chuckle escapes. “I think I do. I need you too.”
“Hmm? What do you need, Jin? What do you want?”
“Anything!” I let go of his thighs and unfasten my pants. “No, wait. Your hand. That’s what I want. I’m so sick of mine after weeks without yours.”
He kneels in front of me and grins. His face is flushed pink and glistening with the mist still falling all around us. “At leastyouhad your own hand. I’ve been sharing camp with Falen for weeks. I’ve barely had a minute alone to take care of things.”
“Poor Rahz.” I kiss him. Our lips slip into the familiar dance easily. “I wish you hadn’t had to go. I missed you so badly.”
“And I you.” He grips my neglected cock and strokes, fingers and palm already gloriously slick. One long slide of his hand, and I’m hurtling toward bliss. “So hard for me,” he rumbles, his breath warming the shell of my ear. “So ready.”
“Yes.” I lean into him, letting him bear my weight. It’s awkward like this, the angle, face-to-face, but I don’t care. I want to press my skin against his, my smooth cheek sliding along the bristles of his rough one. I wish we were naked. His chest expands against mine, and I curse the layers of cloth separating us.
I wrap my arms around his big shoulders, and he curls his free one around my waist. In the negligible space between us, he works my cock. His hand on me again feels so good. So right. After this, we’ll rush home, and I’ll beg him to fuck me in our bed, make the sheets smell like us again instead of just me. I can’t wait.
Pressure rises with a tingling sensation that makes my lips part and my toes curl. I suck the lobe of his ear into my mouth and moan around it. He’s an expert at this. Knows me so well. Just how I like it. How fast and how hard, and with that perfect twist of his wrist at the top.
I close my eyes. My balls draw tight as the inevitability of release crashes over me. I tighten my arms around Rahz, squeezing him close. My muscles flutter and quake as I spill my seed in his palm.
