Page 69 of A War of Three Kings

Fire, pain and pleasure all burst from the sensation in the most delicious blend, and I melt under his touch. He pays focused attention to each muscle and the paths they make down my spine, bleeding the tightness from each one until the pain is gone.

Then his thumbs rub up my neck in long, slow strokes, digging in deep grooves, and the muscles there sing beneath them. My whole body becomes loose and light. My mind floats on a sea of calm, the knots released from it as well.

Aldrin’s tongue licks up the entire length of my spine, while his beautiful hands dig into the flesh of my lower back, removingtension I didn’t know I had. He forces me a few steps forward and pushes me against a cupboard, my body rhythmically pressing against it as he works on my back.

His hands move back to my shoulders as he thrusts a thigh between my legs from behind, propping his foot on a low shelf to get the angle right. With each press of his fingers into my flesh, he drags my core across his leg.

Lightning flashes through me from that most sensual point, and my hips thrust of their own accord, chasing that high. He grinds me against his leg again and again, and delicious friction builds within me.

“Do you like it like that?” he whispers in my ear, thrusting again. “Or perhaps you would prefer it like this?”

He moves our bodies so quickly that I am suddenly bent over the small table at the other side of the closet, my hands and cheek pressed against the wooden top.

A shuddering breath leaves me.

He stands behind me and spreads my legs so his erection is between them, against my throbbing core with only a few layers of fabric between us. He kisses his way down my spine while massaging my shoulders again, then his hands grip the sides of my lower back, thumbs still working the muscles in large circles while he moves his hips, grinding that huge cock against me again and again in long strokes.

I will combust, right here, like this.

Pleasure builds inside me; it shoots to every part of my existence, driving me to the brink of insanity. My breaths come out in ragged gasps. “Aldrin, please,” I moan. “I need you inside me.”

“Not before I taste you,” he growls.

Multiple footsteps echo in the corridor beyond this tiny room. They walk right past us as Aldrin gets to his knees and pulls down my panties, exposing me to him completely.

He slaps me on the rump. “I will never get sick of this perfect ass.”

Those strong hands spread me wide, and then I feel the precise flick of his tongue on my core as his face presses right into my most intimate parts. I shudder and cry out at the intensity of that carnal sensation that spikes through me.

Those footsteps double back past the door as Aldrin’s tongue licks up my slit again, circling on my clit and swiping right back down, again and again, working me until my legs shake. I grip the edges of the table, needing something to hold on to.

My hips thrust back into him of their own accord, moving into each pass of his tongue in synchrony with him, chasing that friction. Wanting more. The press of his face into me as his tongue reaches for my clitoris from behind feels absolutely wicked.

“You dirty thing.” His words vibrate through my core. “They have no idea what I am doing to you just a few feet away.”

There are more footsteps, and voices too. They are so close.

Aldrin’s hand moves from where it grips my ass, plunging two fingers into me, curling them in and out with brutality. Combined with his tongue swirling at its apex and his face buried against me, it is all too much.

The tension builds to an unbearable amount, and I crash straight over the edge of the abyss. I combust into a powerful orgasm that stretches out for so long my heart will surely give out. My inner muscles clench against his fingers that still move, guiding me through each wave. I float in a sea of bliss, in utter oblivion, as pleasure rolls and crashes through me. It lights up every bit of my body.

I lie there, unable to move. The swish of fabric as Aldrin tears off his clothes and the slap of them hitting the ground drags my attention to him. I turn, not wanting to miss a moment of it.

Aldrin stands before me in all his glory. Sweat gleams on the hard ridges of his chest and abdomen. The ropy muscles of his thighs are accentuated by the dim light and shadows.

His cock stands erect, waiting for me. I wrap my fingers around it and fall to my knees, ready to take it as deep as I can down my throat, but Aldrin catches me.

“No,” he says. “I have waited too long to fuck you again.”

He lifts me and deposits my ass on a shallow shelf, pressing his body over mine until I am pushed tightly against the wall. I have no purchase at all, so wrap my legs around his hips instead. My breasts crush against his chest, and I savor the sight, and the feel of his hip bones digging into me. Aldrin grabs his cock, positions its head at my core, and we both watch it intently as he guides it home.

I let out a whimper as his hardness slides into me, stretching and filling me up to an impossible depth.

“Louder,” he demands. “I want to hear you scream. I want you to test my sound shield.”

He pulls almost all the way out of me, then slams back in to the hilt. My whole body jolts under the impact and pleasure explodes within me. I let out a strangled cry. Gods, it feels so good. Like I am on fire. Alive. Like I have come home after being lost at sea for a long time.

“More,” he snarls, then slams into me again.

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