Page 147 of The Cerulean Sister
I hold onto his strong neck while he is latched onto me. His hands grasp my hips, squeezing at my soft sides, and then they travel further back to knead my ass.
"I will happily be yours in union, 99, and in all ways." I grind down into the hard bulge between us.
He groans, releases my nipple and tilts his head up to my higher position in his lap. He rests his chin between my breasts with swollen lips and a hungry expression, his muscles going a little slack as I rub up against his length again.
I reach down between us and free his cock, gripping it firmly in my hand, stroking it and pushing back his pants.
"Ferren," he hisses between his teeth.
I line the tip up to my slicked entrance, holding it there, just barely breaching the surrounding muscle.
He impatiently grabs my hips and slowly drags me down, inserting himself.
I cry out at the sudden but welcome entry and let him pull me closer, giving up on savoring the slow sensation of his thick cock stretching me.
His hands clutch my sides, holding me in place and allowing me to adjust and soak him in.
I raise myself upward with a roll and ease back down, my walls clenching around him. I can't help the whimper that comes out of me when he guides me, angling me to hit the roof of my channel with the next stroke downward.
Even though our minds are not connected, our bodies very much are, and I once again have the temptation of tethering myself to him. It would be so easy. But I feel him inside connected in other ways, taking up so much space, changing and cherishing the parts of me I thought could not be loved.
He pauses the deliberate, overwhelming rhythm of him slowly impaling me, allowing me to catch my breath. I look into his darkened eyes, ones that regard me with such lust my core floods with another wave of slick.
"Fill me. I am so empty without you," I pant into his ear and then bite the lobe.
"Oh, Priestess, what have you done to me?" He lifts me, holding my ass and turning until my back hits the mattress.
Then he kisses me again, this time as deeply as he fucked me on Lord Hollis’s dining table.
I frantically pull at his tunic, running my nails underneath and desperately wanting his skin against mine.
He pulls it over his head, brushing back his hair to look down at me and devour my naked body under him.
I can't help my own smile when he rips off the rest of his clothes and then positions himself between my legs, descending to my neck to suck at the sensitive skin of my collarbone.
He presses his pelvis forward, sinking into my wet core, groaning deep in his throat as he fills me up completely.
Our bodies know each other’s, fitting perfectly together, so in tune and knowing exactly what to do to bring otherworldly pleasure.
He pumps into me hard and fast, and I urge him on, chasing the growing pressure between us.
I hold onto the chiseled muscle of his glutes, pulling him closer to me with each of his thrusts.
"You can't . . . inside," I moan and cling to his back as I bear down on his length.
He knows what I mean as soon as the gasping words come out. As much as I want it, he can't come inside me. We do not have preventative tea and it is far too dangerous here.
"Fuck . . . F-fuck!" He grits his teeth but manages to slide himself out.
I sit up on my elbows and watch him stroke himself with the same grip and speed as he fucked me, the view the most erotic thing I have ever seen.
I can feel myself clench on nothing, missing him there.
"Touch yourself," he pants.
I look up at him, almost resigned to just watching him finish, but his expression gives away just how serious of an order it was.
I slide my hand between my spread legs and quickly find my swollen clit and gasp at the touch of my fingertip against it.
