Page 94 of Heartsong
“We will go at your pace, heartsong. As fast or as slow, as much or as little as you want.”
She nodded, and determined not to lose her nerve, she snagged the bottle of lube to show him.
He turned it about in his claws before looking up at her curiously.
With an infernal blush, she explained modern lubricant.
His gaze flicked back to the bottle before a grin cracked his mouth and he threw his head back and laughed merrily. His other hand shot out and pulled her by the hip down to him. Anna eased into his lap as he set the bottle on the end table, eyes glittering with mirth.
She tried not to pout too much as she straddled him, hands playing over that thick slab of muscle between his neck and shoulder.
“You’ve been planning this,” he crowed.
“I thought it’d be smart to think ahead,” she replied primly.
His grin was almost insufferably smug, but it was the way his eyes heated again and his hands filled with her backside to move her even closer that had her heart pitter-pattering.
“It pleases me to know you’ve thought about having me inside you. That you would be so determined to make it happen.” He bestowed a nipping kiss, sucking on her bottom lip before he said, “Nothing will stop you from taking what’s yours.”
“Nothing,” she agreed.
His smile grew fierce and proud, and Anna nearly squirmed to see him looking at her like that. Part of her preened, reveling in making him proud of her, wanting to do it again.
Frey leaned his head back onto the couch and Anna followed, her lips falling on his in a hungry kiss. He met her every stroke, willing to play and tease as she chased and coaxed his tongue. A growl broke the cadence of his purr as she traced a fang with her tongue, flicking the tip.
Her hands explored all the planes and contours that made Frey; the dense pack of muscle on his shoulders that formed the wing bases, the slabs of his pectorals that pulsed with his racing heart, the undulations of his abdomen and thick waist that shuddered with every teasing touch. When her fingertips strayed to his wings, she heard his sharp inhale and couldn’t resist delving into the folds. She ran her hand with the grain of fine hair on the inside of the sensitive membrane.
A hiss slipped between his teeth, and his cock kicked against her belly from where it nestled between them. With a moan, Anna lowered her hips, chasing the hot friction.
Frey pressed wet, slow kisses to her neck, making Anna’s back arch. He purred happily to have her tits in his face, fanning his warm breath over the tops.
“I remember something last night about sucking on these?”
His groan was resounding and gratifying. Frey’s hands slid up her waist to her back, fingers plucking at the bra clasp.
“Show me,” he rumbled.
Sitting back on his thighs, Anna held his gaze as she reached behind her and, with his hands covering hers to learn the movements, unclasped the hooks. The pads of his fingers were there immediately, pushing the fabric away. The silky bra slithered down her arms then went flying somewhere over his shoulder.
Those gray eyes fixed on her heavy breasts, nipples pebbling under his gaze. Another groan rumbled in his throat as he filled his hands with her, and Anna moaned, holding his wrists for balance as he kneaded and squeezed.
“Harddach na’r môr a’r awyr,” he breathed before burying his face between them.
Her whole body quivered as Frey made good on his promises. He lavished kisses across the tops of her tits, ran his nose down her sternum, and nipped at the sensitive undersides. Anna nearly jumped to feel his teeth set in some of her softest skin, but his tongue was quick to lave across her in soothing drags.
For all that he took his time, making ever tightening circles, Anna nearly squirmed out of her skin. He seemed in no rush to pay any attention to her nipples, which pouted for him and the promise of his hot mouth.
Under his hands, her hips began to rock, pressing ever closer to that cock that hid just out of sight. As he leisurely explored her, Anna delved below the waistband of the sweats and greedily claimed her prize.
Frey hissed against her skin as she tried closing her fist around his cock. It scorched her hand, his hammering pulse throbbing in her palm. She pumped him from root to tip and back again, tracing that thick vein that ran along the underside. Her other hand came down to help the first, neither quite closing around him, as she didn’t want any part of him to feel left out.
A sudden hard suck on her nipple had Anna yelping.
“So greedy for me already?” He grinned up at her from his place between her breasts, eyes catching hers to be sure she watched as he rolled her nipple with the flat of his tongue.
“One of us had to get this show on the road,” she panted.
A rumble of pleasure hummed between them, but then Anna was huffing in protest when he pulled her hands away from his cock. He set her on her feet in front of him, between his spread legs, eyes glittering as his claws teased at the waistband of her own leggings.
