Page 13 of Boundless
"Aye.Verygood." He did it again, dragging a cry from her throat. She smacked his ass, making him start and grin. "Behave, princeling." She nuzzled his nose, kissing him gently. "Do you want me to make you feel good, dearest? Would you like my mouth and my hands all over you? Or is now not a good time?" She grabbed his chin, making him meet her eyes. "And remember; you can always tell me no. I hear that word and everything stops, no questions, no hard feelings, no judgment."
He smiled, trailing his fingers along the curve of her jaw and making her hum in appreciation.
"I-I want that. I want you, Daega. P-please."
She grinned, kissing him again. "Well, how can I resist a man who asks so sweetly?" Then she was standing with him, flipping them, and laying him down on the bed tenderly. She soon joined him, crawling on top of him and resuming their impassioned kissing. But this time, she let her hands wander where they wanted.
Len was slim and fine-boned, but she found she liked the way he fit in her hands, liked how he slotted against her so neatly. His skin was soft against her calloused palms, his mouth hot and sweet against hers. She went slowly, giving him plenty of time to tell her to stop, but he only writhed and panted against her. She slid her hand over his chest, finding his nipples and rolling them gently through his shirt until he was gasping and moaning. She ripped her mouth away from his, kissing along his jaw and nibbling the tendons of his throat with her lips.
His hands held her there, his fingers digging pleasantly into her scalp and making heat pool low in her belly. Her hand slid down his stomach, just grazing the bulge of his cock when she passed it. His hips twitched forward, arching towards her touch, but she had to ask anyway. "Do you want me to touch you there?"
He nodded, his eyes dark and dazed. She pinched his side, making him yelp. "I want to hear your words, Len," she chided.
"Yes. Gods, please."
She smiled darkly, latching onto the sensitive skin just behind his ear and licking and sucking it. He writhed and panted beneath her, grinding into her hand when she began to stroke him through his pants.
"You're so beautiful, Len," she praised, admiring him flushed and rumpled and spread out on the bed. She began loosening the buttons of his shirt, exposing more of his creamy-pale skin to her hungry gaze. "So beautiful when you're needy and aching for me." His buttons undone, she pushed the fabric aside and admired the red flush of his upper chest and neck. She kissed and nibbled across his chest, pausing at his small, tight pink nipples to lavish them with attention until he was mewling and mindless.
She loosened the ties on his trousers next, yanking them roughly down his legs so that his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach and leaving a damp trail in its wake.
"Look at you," she breathed, taking him in hand and stroking him, squeezing his damp, flushed head. His prick wasn't the longest she'd ever seen, but it was thick and wickedly curved; she knew just from the look of him that he'd hit all the best spots inside her. "I've never seen such a gorgeous cock before, sweetling. You're going to feelincredibleinside me."
His eyes were locked on her face, bliss painted on his features. His hips thrust up, fucking himself into her hand.
She released him, a sound of devastated disappointment escaping him, and she chuckled, pressing a kiss to his skin before letting herself slide further down the bed.
She got onto her elbows and knees, her mouth inches above his wet and twitching length. Her sharp teeth would make it too risky to take him completely into her mouth, especially with how girthy he was, but her tongue was long and agile enough to make up for it. She licked a slow stripe up the underside of his shaft, paying special attention to the sensitive V near the tip. Len cried out, hips jumping off the bed, as she wrapped her tongue around the head of him and swirled it. She licked him slowly, letting herself enjoy the salty musk of his skin, savoring the sweet sounds he was making just for her.
Her own sex throbbed and ached, wet and ready to be filled. Normally, she liked to toy with her lovers for a good long while before letting either of them come, but with how Len was dripping thick pearly beads of precum, she didn't think he'd be able to handle too much more teasing.
She pulled off of him, licking her lips and undoing the fastenings of her own clothes. In their haste to answer the king's summons she'd decided to do without underthings, and when she peeled open her wrap dress Len's eyes widened at the sight of her.
"You've already seen most of me, if you'll recall," she taunted, tossing her dress away. She used two fingers to spread herself, showing Len the glistening folds of her cunt. "How well would you like to see the rest of it?"
He blinked at her, confused for just a moment, and then he swallowed, rapt at the way her fingers glided over her sensitive flesh. "I-I want to taste you. But you need to show me h-how."
She nodded, crawling up the bed until she could straddle his face. "This bit here is my clit. That's the most sensitive part. Use your tongue and your lips." She lowered herself slowly, giving him plenty of chance to change his mind, but he surprised her, grabbing her hips and yanking her down. She gasped as his tongue dipped into her folds, swirling around her sensitive flesh. "That's my good lad," she breathed, burying her fingers in his golden curls. "So clever, so good with his—ah!—tongue." He hummed in satisfaction, his movements growing more bold as he sussed out what she liked. "You're doing beautifully, sweet," she groaned, grinding down onto his mouth. "So good..." Soon he was fully engrossed in her, his eyes closed and brow furrowed in concentration. She reached back, finding his cock and stroking it.
"I'm going to ride you now. Are you okay with that?"
He removed his mouth from her cunt, his whole face shiny with her arousal. "I want to make you come first. H-how do I do it?"
"Do you, now?"
He nodded, his hands trailing over her thighs, gripping her hips. "Please. I want to make you feel good."
She grinned, lowering herself again. She fisted his hair, guiding his mouth back to her pussy. "Then suck, darling."
He latched onto her, sucking her clit into his mouth and finding just the right pressure on instinct—because he was so gifted, her husband, so earnest and eager to please—and it wasn't long before she was shattering, her muscles tensing hard before fluttering in release, her head falling back and a cry ripping from her throat. He slowed his movements, switching to licking her slowly, dragging her orgasm out for her, until she wrenched herself away.
"You're a natural, sweet," she told him, kissing his lips and feeling feral pride that her taste, her scent was all over him.
He grinned, sheepish yet proud. "Well, um...thank you. I really liked th-that."
"As did I. But now I can't wait any longer. I need you inside me."
He nodded, watching her with wide eyes as she slid down his body until she was hovering over his cock. She gripped him by the base, giving him a squeeze, before notching him at her entrance and sinking down onto him.
