Page 53 of Wind and Water
My cock is so sensitive to her flesh, I ease out of her. Wren’s cry is soft, and I can’t tell if she’s tender or missing the connection as much as I do. However, staying buried inside her until I’m hard again is not an option, even if it’s an alluring prospect—one day.
Wordlessly, we climb down the embankment and swim across the creek. I wash quickly and help Wren, which nearly sends us back to the beginning. With a laugh, she restrains herself and lifts her exquisite body out of the water. She dries without taking her gaze from mine.
I remain in the water until she’s clothed, hoping the coolness and the fact that I was sated a few minutes ago will be enough to quell my need. “You are driving me crazy, and I think you know it.”
Her sweet smile and round eyes make me laugh. “You just had me. Surely, you don’t want me again.”
I step from the creek with my cock in my hand. It’s satisfying when her eyes widen at seeing how much I still want her. “There is nothing that will stop me from wanting you, not even having you.”
I expect her to back away, but she stands her ground, and when I reach her, she drops to her knees and replaces my hand with both of hers before running her tongue around the head.
“Wren, you don’t have to…” I caress the crown of her head and along her jaw.
With a hint of a smile, she sucks me deep into her mouth until my cock hits the back of her throat before she pulls back with tight suction.
My knees nearly buckle as pleasure swamps me.
Again and again, she draws me in and lets me out, keeping constant pressure. Her soft fingers wrapped around the base hold firm as she massages, and with the other hand, she cups my tight balls.
It’s the most erotic sight, and it takes all of my strength to hold my orgasm, but that can’t last. “Sweetheart, if you don’t stop, I’m going to come down your pretty throat.”
Her low moan hums along my flesh, and passion flashes in her eyes.
Threading my fingers through her hair, I lose control. No one could resist the way her pleasure hinges on mine. It would take a god to resist the longing and the vibration along the flesh of my shaft. I’m no god.
On her next release, her teeth scrape my sensitive flesh. Her tongue sweeps across my head and she sucks me deep, opening her throat and taking an inch more.
The tingle begins at the base of my spine. My legs shake. Nothing but her mouth, her body, her crystal eyes, exists in my world as I lose my thin control. I spill my seed for the second time and when I try to pull back, Wren’s pretty mouth tightens around me, and she grips my ass to keep me in place.
She swallows again and again, not letting one drop free.
The camp is close, and I have to stifle the calls of pure ecstasy erupting within me. My chest aches, and I swallow down every groan. “Gods above,” I whisper as the last shiver of pleasure rushes through me.
Letting me pop from her red lips, she stands. “I hope I did that right.”
She must be joking.Stalking forward, I grip her upper arms and back her against the nearest tree. The bark is rough, but it’s a young tree and not yet sentient. Glad she hadn’t yet put her shoes on, I unbutton her jeans and pull the zipper down before stripping them down her legs. “You do everything right.” I grip her breasts with both hands through her shirt—the nipples pebbling under my palms.
Her gaze shifts to my already recovering cock. “Already? Are all elves like you?”
“I hope you never find out the answer to that question.” I can’t even imagine Wren with anyone else. The notion makes me feel ill.
“You’re quick to jealousy? I would never betray you, Liam.” She brushes my hair behind my ear and trails her fingers along my jaw.
I lean into her hand and kiss her palm. “I know and yet, the idea of it makes my blood burn. Everything with you is different.”
She cocks her head. “How?”
“I’ve never felt possessive or wanted to be possessed. No lover can compare to how I’m compelled to be at your side.” I run my thumb over her nipple.
“Just my side?” With a wicked grin, she turns to face the tree, grips the trunk, and lowers her torso until her ass is high. She steps her feet apart, exposing her wet folds.
A low growl rumbles through me. This woman may be the death of me, but there is no help for it. If this is how I’m destined to perish, I’ll die a happy man. I slide my fingers through her wetness and dip inside. Her sheath is soft, warm, and silky.
She moans and leans back for more.
My cock jerks and my balls ache despite having come twice in so short a time. Every moment when I’m alone with Wren is an opportunity for pleasure that I won’t refuse. I tease her bud and thrust two fingers inside her again and again until she’s fucking back into me in earnest and her bottom lip is tight between her teeth.
I replace my hand with my cock while sucking her sweet juices off my fingers. “By the gods, you’re like nectar I’ll never be able to resist.”
