Page 38 of Taurus's Quest
When he was fully seated, she trembled, a quiver that went through her pussy and shivered his cock. She began to move on top of him, rolling her hips, grinding, and pushing him deep.
It was blissful torture because he wanted nothing more than to blow, to feel that climatic release, but he held on, held on as she quickened her pace. He could tell when she got close by her ragged breathing and the way her rhythm began to falter.
In a smooth move, he flipped them, keeping them intimately connected. Her legs wrapped around his waist, and her hands grabbed at his head, pulling him down for a kiss as he thrust.
He slammed deep and upwards, nudging her sweet spot. Over and over. Each hit to it bringing a gasping cry and a tightening of her sex that had him already seeing stars.
In and out. He stroked and pumped until her body bowed, her pussy clenched, and her orgasm exploded.
Thank fuck because he couldn’t hold on anymore.
He came hard, buried to the hilt, the whole world, make that universe, slowing to extend their pleasurable climax.
The most intense of his life.
Despite his boneless body wanting to collapse and recover, he managed to fall to her side rather than squash the panting and flushed Circe.
He dragged her against him, still wanting that flesh-to-flesh connection. “Feeling more relaxed?”
She uttered a husky laugh. “Most definitely. What about you? Was it worth shaving the beard?”
Fuck yeah it was.
And round two turned out to be even better.
Chapter 12
Circe woke to the soft stroke of a man’s hand down her thigh.
Not just any man.
Taurus.
Whom she barely knew and yet she’d boldly invited him into her bed. In her defense, she needed a distraction. She, an astronomer, had been roped into an insane quest that would have her facing danger in a mythical place. Assuming it existed and the journal they’d read wasn’t a fictional fabrication.
But she’d not only seduced Taurus just to divert her mind. She’d wanted to make love to him. The kiss they’d shared ignited a passion in her she’d never experienced. Made her wantonly want the pleasure his touch promised. A bliss she wouldn’t mind experiencing again, assuming they survived.
She turned in his embrace and tucked her head under his chin. “Are we really doing this?”
“Last chance to back out.”
And let him face this alone? Didn’t seem right since she’d been the one to drag him into this mess.
“So long as you don’t expect me to fight monsters, I’m coming. When do we leave?”
“Soon. First, though…” His caress became less soothing and more arousing. She shivered and squirmed then panted as he once again brought her to the peak of pleasure, where she shattered.
Before she’d even recovered, he was bounding out of bed, his naked body a sight to see. She totally wanted to drag him back for more fun. However, they had work to do, as he reminded her.
“Time to get showered and dressed, honey. We’ll grab a bite to eat on our way down.”
“What does one wear to go mucking about in a mythological maze?”
Tower provided the answer, the garments already lain over the chair beside the bed— canvas trousers, a sturdy long-sleeve shirt, and hiking boots.
She grimaced. Definitely not sexy, not usually something she cared about; however, the woman in her wanted Taurus to admire.
He grinned. “Looks like you got your answer. See you in ten.”
