Page 48 of Claimed By Stone
"Give me one more, little flame. With this one, I will stretch out this cunt while I lick you," he said as he continued to work his fingers in and out.
He kissed down my neck and stopped to suck the peak of my nipple into his mouth before doing the same to the other. I let out a long moan as he continued to kiss lower over the mound of my belly. Then he added another thick finger as his tongue flicked over my clit. I already felt so full, and then he scissored his fingers. Pleasure was building again as he hit a spot deep inside of me. He was there coaxing my pleasure out, steady and present and perfect.
"Thavros," I cried out, my hands fisting the sheets on either side of my waist.
He sucked my clit into his mouth, and I broke again. He stayed with me through each pulse. As I lay back on the blankets panting, he slipped his fingers out of me and pressed a tender kiss to my inner thigh. Then his gaze connected with mine, and he licked the slick from his fingers.
He moved to sit with his back against the bed as he stroked my side. "I think it would be best if you rode me first. That way, you first take me at your own pace. I do not wish to hurt you. I want you to feel nothing but pleasure."
"Sometimes there's a little bit of pleasure in the pain," I say, looking up at him through hooded eyes.
"There is, indeed, my little flame. Still, I want you in control this first time."
And when I was ready, when I needed him too much to wait another moment, I climbed onto his lap. I reached down and held his thick cock at my entrance, still unsure how this was going to work.
He let me guide him, the thick heat of him pressing at my entrance. I paused, breath catching.
“Just breathe,” he said. “I’ve got you.”
And he did. I sank onto him slowly, inch by inch, stretching to take him. My brows knit together in concentration. While my sex did sting from the stretch, the further I sank down, the more I was filled with the sensation of being deliciously full.
I kept going, kept rocking my hips, taking more and more of him.
When I finally did—when he filled me completely—I felt like I’d been made for this. For him.
For us.
Then I began to rock on him, feeling the delicious slide and stretch of his cock as I rose and fell. It was everything. It lit up places in my body I didn't know existed.
His hand slid between us as he worked my clit with his fingers. I relaxed even more, sliding even further down, taking him in.
I panted; it was all too much, but then that slight panic gave over to immense pleasure. I closed my eyes and gave over to it, moaning as I lost control. But he was right there, guiding my hips, taking care of me and my pleasure. Then I collapsed onto him, my arms draped around his neck, holding him close.
Thavros’s eyes were molten as he looked down at me, still seated in his lap, his big hands curved around my hips like I was something precious.
“I don’t think I’ll ever get enough of you,” he murmured.
Before I could respond, he moved, effortless and sure. One moment I was straddling him, the next I was on my back, his massive frame looming over me, his mouth brushing mine as if in reverence.
“I'll be gentle, but I have to move,” he said.
I curled my fingers into his hair. “Yes. I want this. I wantyou.”
Whatever restraint he had been holding snapped.
He moved inside me in one long, slow thrust, and the stretch of him made me cry out. He groaned like he was breaking, burying his face in my neck as he paused, letting me adjust.
“Too much?” he rasped.
“No,” I breathed. “Don’t stop.”
And he didn’t.
He began to move—careful at first, then deeper, more insistent. The tenderness never left his touch, but there was an edge of wildness to it, too. Something uniquelyorc.He kissed me like he couldn’t help himself, worshiped every part of me with his hands and mouth as his hips rocked into mine, finding a rhythm that set fire to every nerve.
Each thrust sent shivers through my bones. Each word—beautiful, mine, perfect—carved itself into my soul.
I could feel it building deep inside of me again. I was going to come again. I reached down between us, squeezing his knot, which was the only part of him not inside of me. I was overwhelmed. Overwhelmed by him, by pleasure, by sensation. I gave over to him, to the pleasure, going rigid as I came again.
