“That’s an easy fix, Pet,” he whispered and glamoured off his own clothing, breaking his own rule.
I removed the top of the dress completely, and watched as his eyes lowered to the rosy tips of my nipples which grew taut in the subtle wind as rose petals continued to fall on us. I brought my hands up to rub the sensitive tips as his eyes greedily watched the slow, sensual motion they made.
Gone was the hypersensitivity from pregnancy, and in its place was the sensation of his eyes consuming them without a touch.
“Pinch them,” he urged, and I followed his command and pinched each with my fingers.
His hands refused to move from where they rested behind his head, and I knew he held them there to resist the urge to touch me. I brought my hands away from my breasts and undid the bow that held the dress together, exposing his greedy gaze to the silk panties.
“Come to me,” he said and I did, slowly taking my time to reach his hungry mouth, which I longed to kiss.
I was almost to it when he sat up and pushed me down on the bed. His eyes were liquid gold as he slowly parted my legs and growled at the sheerness of my panties. “You’re wet,” he acknowledged, and I smiled.
“You have that effect on me,” I admitted.
“Good, ‘cause this is mine now, forever. This is mine to savor,” he said as he rubbed his knuckles roughly over the sensitive nub. “Anytime, anywhere, any place I want it,” he continued and watched as I lifted my hips and allowed my legs to drop at the knees for him.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“I love the taste of you in my mouth, the exquisiteness of you on my tongue while I stroke you and caress you from the inside,” he continued as he lowered his mouth and blew hot air across my core. “Ever since I took the first taste of you, I’ve been unable to stop craving it. When you walk into a room, my tongue wants to seek this sweet haven out, my nose searches for the sweet scent of your arousal. My senses seek your readiness, and my balls grow tight with the need to release their pent up tension between your sweet lips, or deep in this sweet *.”
Yeah, there he was: my Ryder. The sweet, dirty talking Fairy that could make my mind go blank with his dirty mouth.
He removed his mouth and lifted one of my legs, his fingers deftly working the ties of the sandal as he kissed my inner thigh. His other hand trailed softly down until he pushed at my opening through the fabric of the panties.
“Soaking wet already, Pet,” he growled right before his teeth nipped at my flesh and then kissed it. He did the same with the other leg, kissing and nipping as he released my foot from the sandal.
When he had removed both, he tossed them aside and raised his eyes to the petals that still rained down on us. One moment they’d been lightly raining down on us, and the next they stopped in midair. The bed was covered with them, we were covered in them.
He moved up until he sat beside me, his hands moving to remove the panties and expose my wetness to his gaze. His fingers stroked over it, slowly, until his forefinger found the nub, which he stroked continuously for a few moments before he lowered his head and stroked it roughly with his tongue.
“Fucking delicious,” he whispered huskily before he pushed a single finger deep inside of me. “I’m thinking one time of making love and one time of fucking you won’t be enough, not tonight.”
“Ryder,” I whispered, worried about our babies.
“Give me tonight,” he said calmly. “Tomorrow we can be with them, but tonight is ours. I have my brothers and your handmaidens protecting them; nothing will get to those babies. I am sure Danu is with them as well; not visibly, but there still.”
He withdrew the finger, and replaced it with his thick thumb. He pushed it inside, only to pull it back out. His mouth kissed my stomach, and then moved up to capture one nipple between his teeth. He growled, sending a new wave of heat rushing through me. He released the hold his teeth had held, and used his tongue to caress it. When he finished with it, he moved on to do the same to the other one.
His thumb moved inside of me, using the juices he was creating to move faster. I watched his dark head as he continued to suck on my nipples and slowly kiss his way to my mouth. When he reached my mouth, he removed his thumb and moved over me.
He kissed me deeply, slowly, until I thought I would drown from lack of oxygen. He took my air away on purpose, and I didn’t care this time, because he fed it back to me seductively, as he had once before. He captured my face and held it between his hands as he kissed me, almost as if his survival depended on it.
When he pulled away, I cried out from the loss of his mouth against mine, from the loss of his lips melting together with mine. He sat between my legs, his cock poised at my entrance, but he didn’t enter me, instead he slowly rubbed the tip of his cock against the sleekness of juices he’d created.
“This * needs to be fucked,” he said.
“Yes, like now,” I encouraged him.