Page 213 of Frost and Death
His cock springs out, brushing against my ass. As tempted as I am to see it, touching it is better. I take my opportunity and fasten my hand around his length, awkwardly contorting my arm between us to stroke him from tip to the base.
Jerrick shudders in my ear and fuck if that doesn’t coax me on more. “Fuuuck,” he hisses darkly.
Goose bumps prickle up my spine as we savor the moments of slow and faster rhythms. Jerrick’s hold on me tightens as I use my hand, his audible pleasure encouraging my own.
I lower my voice into a breathy whisper. “Let me have you, Jer. Let me have all of you.” I twist my wrist, feeling his muscles flex again.
His efforts at my own pleasure halt briefly. Jerrick’s features scrunch together as he releases a moan, and fuck if it isn’t a melody I want to hear for the rest of my life.
His eyes are intense when they meet mine. He surges forth to close our lips together, the two of us biting and pulling the other closer. But when Jerrick slips a finger in my center, I gasp into his mouth when the strokes gain momentum.
I almost lose all sense of him and his pleasure, fighting through the building heat and cold in my core, trying to please him as he is pleasing me.
But he splays his hand out across my center, thrusting one finger inside while his thumb circles my clit, the heaviness too tight, too rough—too good.
My breathing hitches, and my insides clench.
Our kisses break as I rest my head against his, unable to focus on more than my own pleasure. I can’t stop but hold on to him as I rock with the movement of his hands.
He withdraws, lightly slapping my pussy.
I gasp in pleasure, and he does it again, my body bucking as I mewl in response.
He silences me with his mouth, returning to the steady, sure rhythm as our kiss deepens.
My chest and core clench, my insides flexing tighter with anticipation. When I think I am on the edge of climax, Jerrick breaks our kiss, his head resting against mine as his blue eyes stare into my soul.
“Come on my hands, Tove. Come on my hands so I can lick each finger and savor the essence of you as an appetizer before using my tongue for the rest of my feast.”
With the pleasure at his demand, and the perfect angle of his thumb and finger, I combust, falling into euphoria as he watches me climax.
“That’s My Queen,” he coos, leaning in and kissing me.
His praise such a gift as my body comes down.
As promised, Jerrick removes his hand from my sex, bringing it in front of us.
My mouth waters as he licks and sucks each finger.
When he pulls the last finger out of his mouth, he smirks deviously, his dimple on full display. Jerrick guides my face tohis, while a slow, sloppy kiss of tongues has me tasting the remnants of my essence.
I roll over, finally seeing him bare. His face is flushed and red, sweat along his brow and against his toned body. But his dick, Sweet Makers, is bigger than I imagined.
Wrapping my hand around him was amazing. But my thoughts are already imagining how good it will feel to have his length hit the back of my throat or to be fully seated and ride out my own pleasure.
Deities, my mouth waters, and I instantly want more.
I don’t neglect the fact that Jerrick, too, takes me in from head to toe, licking his lips when he lands on my entrance. My skin heats when his gaze flicks to mine, another promise pouring from him.
“I’m going to treasure every inch of you if it’s the last thing I do.” Jerrick pulls down the remainder of his trousers, peeling them off before resting on his back. His cock points upward, and I admire every inch of him.
I crawl to his cock, needing to touch it, to taste it.
But he wraps his hand around my hair, pulling me up toward him. He kisses me selfishly, thoroughly.
I’m desperately ready for him again as he holds me captive.
He stops, his lips hovering over mine. “I am going to devour you.”
