Page 37 of Blood and Magic
He inhaled, tension coiling in every part of his muscles, tightening his fist around my neck. He pulled his pelvis out of my grip and wrapped his palms around the back of my thighs, carrying me over to the shoreline, where he lay me down on the ground. I didn’t care about the cool mud underneath me. Compared to the heat radiating off him, nothing else mattered.
I trembled when he kissed me again, working his way down my body to my breasts, yanking my wet bra cups down. When he sucked one nipple, I arched into the contact, bursts of pleasure-laced euphoria ricocheting through my nerves.
“Yes, more,” I murmured, clamping my fingers in his hair, yanking and scratching to get him where I wanted him. He massaged my other nipple while he yanked my panties clean off my body with one powerful jerk.
I gasped, the sting of fabric slicing through my pelvis, but when he returned his fingers to my cunt, I quickly forgot all about that. He moved his mouth to the other nipple, lavishing that with the same affection as the first before sinking lower, kissing and licking his way down my midsection.
Staring up at me from between my legs, I almost had to pinch myself to make sure this was real, that this wasn’t just another disappointing dream where I’d eventually wake up alone and cold in my bed.
“Tell me to stop,” he said. “Tell me you don’t want this.”
“I want this,” I said. “Please, Mill.”
He sighed and hung his head, as if he was trying to think of a reason for him to end it on his own. He must have come to some resolution because he hissed a quiet, “Fuck it,” and shifted his shoulders under my thighs so he could align his mouth with the part of me screaming for him.
When he speared his tongue through my sensitive skin, I bucked off the earth, surging upward with the jolt of ecstasy rolling through me. He moaned…literally moaned, and little vibrations rattled through me from the sound.
“Fuck, you taste delicious, better than I ever imagined.” He latched on, sucking and flicking his talented tongue across my skin. Somewhere in my brain, I noticed he said he had imagined this, but that was quickly forgotten as he worked me like he owned me.
After teasing my entrance, he finally stuck one finger…two fingers…inside, and I almost came apart. The scruff of his five-o’clock shadow rubbed against the insides of my thighs, marking a rough contrast to the delicate way he cared for my pussy. He devoured me like a man starved, like he’d been waiting for this for eons, and I’d finally given him sustenance.
He took his time at first, licking and sucking in slow, agonizing pulls, curling his fingers to hit that decadent spot inside. I moaned louder, faster, fisting his hair, voracious to get as much of him as he would give. At my cues, he picked up speed, fucking me with his face and his fingers like this might be our first and only chance at such a connection.
I didn’t last long, and my climax broke me in an embarrassingly short amount of time. He fucked me harder, greedy for everything I had, and when I came back down to earth, he didn’t stop. He slowed down and stared up at me with eyes gone to lust.
“Come here,” I whispered, clawing at his hair, his shoulders, anything I could get.
“No,” he said, kissing along one thigh before going to the other. “No, I plan to take my time, sweetheart. You lay back and let me enjoy this, huh?”
Let him enjoy this?
What had I ever done to deserve that?
I didn’t know, but I thanked my past self for whatever it was. If I had to die and come back to life again just to know I’d have this, I’d do it over and over. He increased his pace, licking me and sucking me, and soon, I was cresting again. My muscles tightened, and I screamed out my pleasure, apathetic to anyone else that might be in the vicinity. If the Scorpions were nearby, let them come. I didn’t care. I only needed him. I only needed this.
After that, I was too sensitive for him to continue, and I pushed his face away, my muscles loose, my body riding waves of endorphins.
“No, no more,” I said. “Please. Either fuck me or let me suck you off. I need a break.”
He sat back on his haunches, his mouth and chin glistening with evidence of my orgasm, and he smiled that gorgeous grin he so rarely let anyone see.
“You wanna suck me off?”
I bit my bottom lip and pushed up on my elbows. “Would you let me? Please?”
He waved two fingers, gesturing for me to come closer. I scrambled up on my knees while he stood, and from this perspective, he was so tall and beautifully built—all tightly coiled muscles and chiseled features. His days riding a bike and working the ranch had certainly been good to him.
“Open your mouth,” he said, hooking his thumbs into the waistband of his boxers.
I nearly tripped over myself to comply, sticking out my tongue in eager acquiescence. I wanted to be good for him. I wanted to do whatever he wanted. If I could make him feel a fraction of what he did to me, I’d consider myself privileged.
The space between my legs throbbed when he finally lowered his underwear and let his massive dick bounce free. I scooted closer, trying to latch onto it, but he was in a playful mood. He held the base and slapped it over my tongue a few times, delight in his eyes and mischief in his smile.
“You’re an eager little thing,” he teased.
I nodded. “I’ve wanted this a long time.”
“Oh, yeah?” He seemed to like that. “Go on and show me how much.”
