Page 31 of Boundless
He was absolutely mad for this woman, and he wanted to show her just how much he cared for her. He laved at her clit, alternating between using the flat of his tongue and flicking it with the tip, studying her responses to his movements and chasing after the things that brought on the deepest groans, the highest whines, what made her thighs tremble under his palms and what had her pelvis canting her sweet cunt harder into his mouth.
Len was lost in her, in her sweet tang, the glide of her hot, smooth flesh under his lips and tongue, in the sounds of her hanging in the air and setting every nerve in his body on fire. His cock was achingly hard, weeping precum into the front of his pants, but he wanted to bring Daega to her heights as many times as he could before he saw his own. He cared for her, loved her; she was a miracle, so beautiful he couldn't possibly deserve her—but he could dothis. He could make her feel good, and he could give her everything he had and hope it was enough.
He slipped a finger inside her, making her groan and tilt her head back, her strong throat flexing as he pumped into her, shivery and lightheaded at the slick heat gripping his finger and trying to coax him in deeper.
"More," Daega begged, her hips wriggling to try and work him in and out of her faster. "Please, dove—" she cried out when he added another finger, her own fingers tightening in his hair and sending goosebumps flaring all over his body. Why did that feel so good when she did it?
"Holy gods," she groaned, panting as he began to pump into her faster, noticing that when he angled his fingers up, towards his mouth, her cries got louder, her thighs tightening and shivering close against his face. He grinned, then closed his lips around her clit and sucked it into his mouth.
She came apart with a scream and a gush of fluid that covered his hand and soaked into the bed, surprising him. Her thighs clamped hard against the side of his head, smashing his ears and making him feel very pleased with himself. He'd yet to see his strong warrior princess lose herself so thoroughly.
But he didn't let up, gentling his movements but not stopping, feeling her tense and flutter around him again as he eased her towards another peak.
"Holy gods—Len—I-I'm—" she came against his face with another scream, this one deep and guttural and almost more of a roar. He watched her from his position between her thick thighs, marveling at the flex of muscle in her stomach and how her breasts shivered with the shuddering of her body. Her arms were up now, showing off the little tufts of dark armpit hair as she grabbed onto the pillows by her head and held on for dear life. He continued to work her gently, dragging her orgasm out and pushing her towards another.
He wanted to make her come until her big beautiful body was wrung out and she could barely talk from all her screaming and moaning.
She wriggled some more, her thick tail slipping free from where it had been trapped under her to thwap against the bed. "What are you doing, pet?" she groaned, panting even as her fingers scrabbled for purchase, threatening to shred his pillows. His cock throbbed under him at the idea.
"Taking care of you," he mumbled against her flesh, barely recognizing his own voice, so full of gravel and heat. "Please l-let me, Dae."
She propped herself up on her elbows, watching him tongue her.
"Don't get me wrong," she panted as he sucked her into his mouth again, "You're exceptionally talented, dove." She cried out, her channel fluttering around his fingers. "But I want you inside of me.Now." Her tone brooked no argument, but she was close, he could feel it, and he needed to wring justonemore out of her before he'd be satisfied with taking his own pleasure.
He redoubled his efforts, seeking out that spot on the top of her channel, which he noticed was a little rougher and spongier than the rest of her, and sucking her clit hard.
"Bloody gods," she swore as she came again, arching off the bed and shoving him off of her. "Cheeky little thing, aren't you?" she chuckled, looking at him sternly. He got onto his knees, grinning as he finished taking his shirt off and wiped her essence from his face with it before throwing it away.
She was up and pouncing on him frightfully fast, pressing him into the bed and grabbing his cock through his pants and giving him a brutal squeeze that robbed him of his air. Her claws sliced through his pants and underwear a moment later, baring him to the air, and he let out a very undignified squeak of alarm. Then she was hovering over him, her arousal dripping onto his aching groin, his damp cockhead a hair's breadth from her hot sex. But then she paused, making him whimper in frustration.
She stroked him roughly, squeezing his head and tugging on his tight, heavy sac with her other hand. "Easy, pet," she purred, rubbing her thumb along the slit in his cockhead and whiting out his vision for a moment with the intense throb of pleasure at that little touch. He was so sensitive, so worked up, that he didn't think it would take much more to make him spill.
She hummed, stroking him slowly, giving him a taste of his own teasing, then climbed off of him and got on her hands and knees, her taut, round ass rocking in front of him. He swallowed, sitting up and kneading her flesh with greedy hands. Her tail flicked to the side, revealing her flushed and ready cunt, and she looked at him over her shoulder. "Take me this way, Len," she purred, rocking her hips in a tantalizing sway before spreading her knees a little further, dropping her lower to the mattress.
He gulped; they hadn't done this before. He scrambled to his knees after tossing his destroyed pants aside, slotting his hips between her spread thighs and letting his cock slide against her sex. He gasped, the slippery feel of her against him otherworldly in its perfection. She’d managed to gauge exactly how low she’d need to get for them to fit together like this. His clever wife.
"Daega," he groaned, reaching between her legs to stroke her again. "You feel so good, love. I don't think I'll be able to last long."
She looked at him over her shoulder again, lowering her chest into the bed and wiggling her ass again. "I don’t care so long as you finish inside me. But if your cock isn't inside me this second I swear—oh yes!"
He notched himself at her entrance and slid home in one hard stroke, his hips flush against her ass. He gripped her tail around the base to lift it out of the way, partly as something to do to distract himself from the waves of pleasure radiating out from his cock; but then she clenched around him hard, loosing a breathy scream.
He froze, uncertain if that had been good or not. He let go of her tail, grabbing her hips instead. "Are you alright? Did I hurt you?"
"No, gods, keep doing that; it feels incredible, love."
He fisted the base of her tail again, pumping into her slowly, testing the waters. She screamed again into the pillow, but there was no doubt now that she liked what he was doing.
He began to move his hips faster, groaning at the hot glide of her all around him. His orgasm was already threatening, his balls snugged up tight against the base of his shaft and tingling with his need to release, but he managed to maintain his control by a thread.
He twisted his fist as he stroked her tail, and he was rewarded with another long, deep groan and the fluttering and clenching of her imminent release.
He gripped her hip tight with his free hand, his fingers digging into her flesh as his hips started snapping forward, plunging his cock as deep into her as he could manage, bliss rolling down his spine and weakening his limbs.
"Gods, Dae, you are s-so amazing," he whimpered, feeling his cock swell as she clamped around him. His rhythm stuttered, then failed entirely as he came with a guttural cry even as Daega snapped. He sagged forwards, pressing his face into her back, between her tiny lower wings, as his vision fuzzed and sparked. He gasped and panted against her skin in between reverent kisses along her spine.
Once his vision cleared he pulled his softening cock from her body, feeling a thrill at the flood of their mingled release that followed. Then he flopped onto his side, holding out an arm for her to rest on.
