Page 62 of Desired for Her Blood
“Can I just hold you?” he asks, and holds out his hand.
I take it, loving how the size of his dwarfs mine, and he guides me to sit cross-legged on the fur facing him, his legs outstretched around me.
Wanting to be closer, but not wanting to push him into anything he doesn’t want, I keep one leg folded in and extend the other over his thigh, and then his other leg bends around me, grazing my behind.
We embrace, and once again, Axe has created a cocoon of safety for me. I lean into him, inhaling his woodsy scent, rubbing my cheek against his chest hair.
My belly brushes his erection, and I freeze for a moment, unsure of how he’ll react, but he pulls me tighter against him, so I lean into it, undulating my back slowly so that the front of my body strokes him.
He’s so much taller than I am and his cock is so long that its tip grazes the side of my breast. My desire for him grows.
Taking my head in his huge hands, he bends to kiss me, and I’m swept up in the tenderness, into the love I feel transferred from his lips into mine, and I continue to press forward against him, trying to build more friction between our bodies.
Shifting my position to fully straddle him, I slide my pelvis forward, and my sex makes contact with his solid balls.
He groans into my mouth, but then his hips shift back, breaking that thrilling contact.
“Sorry,” I whisper between kisses. “I didn’t mean to…”
“Mmmm.” His tongue traces from my shoulder all the way up my throat to my ear, and I can almost sense my blood rising to meet the rough velvet texture of his tongue, and it makes me want to touch his cock even more.
“Is it…your erection… Isn’t it uncomfortable?” I ask, glancing down quickly between us.
He shrugs. “I am getting used to it.” A soft grin brushes his lips. “And if a little discomfort is the cost of being with you, knowing you,lovingyou, then it’s a price I’m more than willing to pay.”
“But…” I close my eyes for a moment. “I know that you’re not ready to have sex, but…” My tongue comes out, like it has a mind of its own. “Can I touch you? Hold you? Maybe I can relieve some of your discomfort?”
Taking my face between his hands, he looks into my eyes. It’s too dark for me to be sure of his expression, but his golden eyes flash their internal light and I can easily see his conflict, the push and pull inside of him.
He drops his forehead against the top of my head.
Taking that as a concession, I shift my hands from his shoulders, and he shudders as my touch trails down his torso.
As my fingers descend, every muscle they graze ripples under my caress, and I can sense every reaction both in and beneath his skin. I feel so powerful, so desirable, and Axe’s body’s reaction makes me feel loved.
Starting with one hand, I gently wrap my fingers around the base of him. They won’t fully close, not even close, but I softly slide my hand up and around him, swiveling as I work my way toward the top, trying to cover as much skin as I can.
Axe groans, a deep, near-growl that turns me on more than I can describe, and my hips pulse against the fur as I trace my fingers cautiously around his thick head, and then gently move my other hand to his base to repeat the motion.
Over and over, I slowly slide my hands up his length, swapping them out so that at least one of them is touching him at all times. The skin on his erection is soft and still slightly damp from the water, and beneath that he’s much more solid than anything I could have imagined. And while it’s rock hard, his erection is reacting to my touch like living stone.
I continue to explore his massive cock, letting the fingertips of one hand trace the very hard ridge that runs up its back, while the other takes a tighter grip on his head. I don’t know if I’ll ever tire of learning every vein and ridge of him, every new sensitive spot that makes him groan, makes his abs tighten and ripple.
I feel so powerful, fully in control of Axe’s massive body now, every movement of my hands and fingers eliciting a new reaction, and deepening the connection between our eyes.
Even in this dim light, it’s not hard to see how his desire is building and I tighten my grip, letting my fingers drag down on his foreskin, exposing its damp soft head, and its slit, slick with semen.
Bending, I lick it off, and he roars, arching back and thrusting his hips toward me.
Emboldened, I kiss the tip, opening my lips to take him inside my mouth, but he grabs my wrist and I look up.
“Too much.”
I nod, and then continue to stroke him with my fingers.
Reaching down, I gather some of my wetness to add lubrication, and I’m rewarded with an even deeper moan, one that almost sounds like he’s in pain, but I can tell that he’s not.
“Oh, how I want to feel you inside me,” I say, my voice breathy, my mind shocked that I said it out loud.
