“I miss this.” He entered me as his hands held my thighs apart. I hadn’t been prepared or ready and his fullness pulled a scream from deep in my throat. “Fuck, so tight and so sweet. I miss my cock being buried inside of you. I miss this.” His hips thrust as his ass gyrated and he plundered my wetness.
I moaned, and the moment I closed my eyes, his hands left my leg and came to my jaw. I opened my eyes and was instantly captured in his golden depths. I licked my lips, but he didn’t move to kiss me. He kept pumping his hips at the perfect angle, the perfect beat that matched my heart which was increasing with each thrust, as it pushed me closer to the release I was reaching for. Each time I grew close to climax, he’d pull away and wait. Only to start his sensual assault again.
“I need you,” I moaned as something burned hotly against the left side of my lower back, right above my butt. But my mind was focused on one thing, and one thing alone. Him.
“I know,” he smiled, and claimed my lips in a scorching kiss. The only thing keeping me from melting was the gentle breeze that filtered through the bowers thin see-through drapes that did little to hide us, “but I’m not ready for you to come yet,” he whispered before he kneeled back on his calves and his hand stroked me where I needed him to fuck me.
“Ryder, fuck me, please.”
He grinned wickedly and his free hand skimmed over my lips and his thumb pressed in until I parted my lips to take it into my mouth. “Get on your knees, now.”
I followed his command and got to my knees, even though they trembled with need. He lay back as pillows materialized behind him. He lifted his long arms and cupped both sides of my face before he pulled me down, until my mouth was inches away from his pulsing cock.
I lowered my head the rest of the way, not needing a guide to tell me what he wanted. My tongue snaked out to capture the pearl of glistening moisture on the tip of his engorged head. The salt-tang exploded on my tongue with a sweet bitterness as a shiver of desire shuddered up my spine.
The moment I took the head in my mouth, he groaned a long, low, animalistic sound from deep in his chest. I smiled with the warmth of his cock in my mouth, on my tongue and the musky male scent of Ryder’s arousal in my nostrils playing havoc on my senses.
“Fuck!” he barked as I took even more of him into the haven that was my mouth. I curled my tongue around him as I tried to fit more. He was too big for me to take very much, so I opened my mouth wider, and dropped my jaw as I tried to cover my teeth with my lips and took even more of him into my hot mouth. I moved my tongue, even though it felt trapped under the heavy weight of his huge cock.
Ryder was no longer holding still for me to see just how much of his heavy cock I could take inside my mouth. He started thrusting, moving his cock deeper and sliding it out again over my wet lips, steering my head to the steady beat of his passion as he took my mouth and held my hair to keep me there for him to take. “That’s so good, take more,” he ordered and I did.
I relaxed my throat as he pounded his need in, battering the back of my throat until I pulled back and swirled my tongue over the salty tip of his cock as he moaned against me, taking him deeper as my eyes captured, and held his, until his head rolled back and his eyes closed as he filled my mouth until I was forced to swallow him.
I moaned and fed from his passion, from his emotions that the release had given him. I fed until I was bursting, and he allowed it. He’d known I was hungry, and that was why he was on his back, and I was licking my lips satisfied, even though I had yet to come tonight.
“My turn,” he growled and sifted. One minute I’d been a satisfied cat, and the next I was filled with him, and he was fucking me from behind. His hands gripped my hips as he drove himself in until I was sure I would explode. He didn’t allow it. Instead, he flipped me over and his mouth was ravishing my core hungrily.
I exploded into a million pieces. My legs trembled as heat centered at my core, and shot through me. Sweat beaded at the base of my neck as he drove the orgasm on, until I felt it start to abate. He was inside of me before it had ended, and the moment he was, I shattered again.
Chapter Fourteen
Dawn broke, and he glamoured another dress on me. The moment I was fully clothed, the bower which we’d had hungry sex in—disappeared as if it had never been there. He’d given me so many orgasms, that I’d lost count; between kisses, he sweetly assured me that he was still on a strict diet—me. It was a reassurance that gave me comfort, and hope.
“What happens now?” I asked, smiling since I’d been unable to remove it from my lips.
“I take you to see my world, so that I can see it through your eyes.”