Page 98 of Hexbound
He rolled her until she was beneath him, her thighs parting as he settled between them, the firelight gilding every single line of her limbs. Verity watched him with sparkling starlit eyes full of warm humor and cheerful lust.
"Now, sir," she whispered, "what do you want to do?"
"This," he breathed, leaning forward to capture the tip of her breast in his mouth.
She moaned a little, arching beneath him, and somehow the move brought his cock flush against her, slipping in the heated wetness between her thighs. No matter how many times he'd thought of this instant, of what it would be like, his imagination had never been able to quite do it justice. There was an earthiness to this moment he hadn't expected, a connection, as if both of them were stripped utterly bare.
Verity was lushness, and life, wanton and abandoned to her need. "Like this," she whispered, and took his hand, guiding it between her legs.
"Christ." He looked down, resting on one elbow above her. "You're so wet."
"That's because I want you."
"Wet and hot," he wondered, then she was undulating against his touch and two of his fingers slid inside her.
"Yes," she whispered, lying back and parting her thighs further. "Just like that."
He fucked her slowly with his fingers, marveling at the sensation. Lust punched through his veins, his cock raging to get inside her.
"Here." Verity took his thumb and settled it over the fleshy pad of her clitoris. The second he thrust inside her again with his fingers, she moaned, her body clenching around him. Pressing her hands to her face, she rocked against him, unabashed in her pursuit of pleasure.
He loved watching her like this. There was no shame here, no fear. Just her parted mouth and closed eyes, and the way she chased something that somehow eluded her.
Every twist of his fingers showed in her expression, and so he learned what she liked as the tension in her body ratcheted tighter.
"Harder," she whispered, sinking her teeth into her fleshy lower lip. "Please. Harder."
He wanted to taste her. And so he did, bending down to kiss her swollen mouth. Verity jerked beneath him, her passage clenching around his fingers as her hips bucked. "Adrian!"
Collapsing onto the rug, she stared through glazed eyes at him as she panted. Bishop kissed her shoulder. It was impossible not to be aware of the way her heartbeat pounded, or the blood rushing through her veins. Indeed, what she'd gone through reminded him somewhat of what it felt like that moment when his powers went supernova.
Could he use his powers to bring her to the edge of pleasure again? The idea was somewhat fascinating, yet he instantly shied away, not quite as certain of himself as he'd hoped.
She vanished from his arms, and Bishop fell forward, turning, only for her to translocate into his arms again with the manacles. Straddling his thighs with hers, she pressed a hand flat to his chest and he fell back, pliant beneath her touch.
"Link with me," she whispered, locking her fingers through his. "I liked the way it felt."
Bishop opened himself up immediately, his psychic senses brushing against hers. Verity bloomed within his mind, all soft pleasure, curiosity, and naughtiness.
The sensory overload was significant. Suddenly, he was not one body, but two. He could feel his hands brushing over her skin. Feel the aching heat in her abdomen, and the streak of liquid lightning that ran through her as he touched her breasts, her nipples.
Then her hand curled around his cock, and Bishop lost all sense of her body, until only his remained.
The tip of his shaft dipped into her sweet cunny, and it was all wet, and hot, and tight. Bishop breathed out explosively, their eyes meeting as Verity smiled down at him. "Just like this," she whispered, and rocked against him.
His cock began to part her, all of that delicious tightness enveloping him like a firm hand. It was like nothing he'd ever experienced before. Verity gasped, and he sensed it wasn't quite hurting her, but that she was having difficulty mounting him.
"Are you all right?" He brushed her hair from her face, tension filling him. He wanted her to enjoy this, and didn't think he could do so himself without it.
She worked him deeper, biting her lip and focusing on relaxing her inner muscles. "I will be," she admitted, that faint, half-crooked Verity smile twisting her lips. "Don't worry about pleasing me, Adrian. You already have. It's just been a long time, and you're... rather well-endowed."
This time she slid further. And as much as he wanted to see to her, he couldn't stop himself from gasping. Another slow rock of her hips took another inch of his cock, until he was fairly certain he couldn't get any deeper.
No more pain. No more tension. He felt her relaxing, felt her easing around him.
"Touch me," she whispered, riding him slowly. Her fingers curled into his chest hair, her eyes closed as she focused on her body.
He cupped her breasts. Small, perfect breasts, just enough to fill his palms with. Jesus. All of the nights he'd imagined this... and the reality was breathtaking. Nothing like his dreams. More. Intense. Like a world saturated in sudden color, heat, and sweat. Like every nerve ending in his body springing to stark relief.
