Page 20 of The Twelve Nights of Halloheen

Tisuran filled his mouth and hands with her breasts as she ground against him. Between his mouth and hand on her breasts and rubbing against his delicious thick cock, she could feel her impending orgasm. She wished she had Tisuran’s willpower to wait. To draw it out. But she was greedy for more pleasure. Painting from the effort, she chased her climax, grinding her clit against his cock. Tisuran’s thrumming purring got louder and turned his dick into a vibrator.

Oh fuck, she’d found the perfect man!

Sweating and moaning, her nose filled with the smell of maple, she shattered. Sitting up, she threw her head back and cried out as her climax washed over her.

“Tisuran!” Pleasure filled her, bringing tears to her eyes and making the nearby flames blur.

She hung there for a moment, sobbing from the ecstasy. Now she knew what it felt like to be a bright spot in the night sky. Tisuran had set her on fire and launched her. She was a star, pulsing with pleasure.

Slowly, she collapsed down, first rolling her shoulders forward, then her upper back and finally drawing her legs up to curl into a ball on Tisuran’s chest. Deep in the forest, she could hear night creatures calling out to each other, harmonizing as they looked for mates for the night. A soft breeze rustled leaves, and the sky above was moonless and bright with stars.

Everything about this moment was perfect, including her and Tisuran.

He remained quiet and still, not even bringing his hands up to touch her when he spoke. “Are you well,loreline?”

“Mmm hmmm,” she hummed.

“That’s good,” he said with a purring rumble. “Rest on me for as long as you wish. Then I can take you back to your room to sleep.”

She could still feel his cock, hard and trapped between their bodies, reminding her he hadn’t had his fun yet. His purring rumble didn’t cause as much vibration as his sexier thrumming, but was still enough to make her sensitive clit wake back up. Time for round two. Or was it three? Who cared, counting was overrated anyway.

With leisurely movements, she sat back up and grinned down at him. “We aren’t done.”

“If you want more, I can use my mouth on your sex again,” he offered, his tone eager.

Her body felt loose and relaxed, so she didn’t even try for a graceful dismount. With muscles the consistency of jelly, she flopped to the side and stretched out on the blankets next to Tisuran.

“Isla?”

“I want more,” she announced. “But it’s your turn to do all the work.”

“Work?” he questioned, sounding the slow irregular rumble of confusion.

“Yup,” she answered and tapped a finger against her mons. “I want to feel you inside me, so get over here.”

He rose up on his knees but didn’t move further, even when she opened her legs in invitation. His rumble of confusion gave way to his familiar purr.

“This can wait,” he insisted. “You’ve been so brave already. Nothing else needs to happen tonight.”

She met his eyes. “You’re wrong. Two things are going to happen tonight. You’re going to cum, and I’m going to find out what it feels like to have you inside me. Those things might not happen at the same time. I could panic and you’ll have to show off your impressivestellianby stopping. But even if we have to stop, I still want to see you come using my hand and mouth.”

He was silent for a moment. Finally, he moved between her legs. “I won’t insult you by questioning your determination. But thank you for your faith in me.”

“Gosh, you’re so damn romantic!” she teased as she wrapped her legs around his waist and pulled him closer.

“I take both your pleasure and pain very seriously,” he countered.

His soft admonishment made her feel a little guilty. “I know you do. That’s why I trust you so much.”

“I’ll never betray your trust,” he vowed. With infinite care he worked his hand between their bodies and took his cock in hand. First, he ran the tip over her clit a few times, making her moan and wiggle a little. When he positioned the tip at her entrance, she tensed up.

She half expected him to violently thrust forward, but of course he didn’t. Taking his hand away, he ran fingers over hischeek, collecting bonding oil. Working his hand between them, he smeared the fragrant oil over both his shaft and her entrance. The oil tingled as it warmed her skin. Only after he did this several times did he brace both hands on the ground on either side of her head and ease forward.

Was it going to hurt now? Should she brace herself?

Levering herself up on her elbows, she watched as the head of his cock slowly disappeared inside her.

It wasn’t painful! More than that, it was good.

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