Page 21 of Ravish
Her eyes met his as she felt his warmth behind her, his lips parted slightly, and he licked his lips as if ready to partake in a tasty meal. He lowered his head, eyes trained on her in the mirror, and racked his teeth against the sensitive spot on her neck. She hummed her excitement and pleasure.
His lips followed, and he sucked her flesh into his mouth, and she rose up on her toes and moved her buttocks into the hard press of his cock that was straining against the pants he had donned. She tilted her head to give him more access as they moved against each other; she dipped her fingers in and out, rubbing her palm against her clit, their breath in sync. He cupped her breasts, squeezing and molding the heaviness of them, making a low rumble in his chest, and he lowered his mouth and nipped her shoulder, and he dragged his fingers against the pointed tips, distended for his touch.
She delved inside deeper as the pleasure became more intense, her body now sighing from his attention and the sight of them together in the glass. His gaze took in every sigh, shudder, gasp, and exhalation that came from her lips. He watched her like a man starved, his eyes hungry, and she knew he was ready to take her, to gobble her up and make her scream his name some more. She could also see he was enjoying watching her pleasure herself, and that turned her on even more. She was so wet and needed to come; her eyes must have communicated her need for his cock because he had his pants dropped around his ankles.
He cupped her buttocks in his hands, lifting her, and slid them down to the back of her thighs, opening her, exposing her wet pink flesh to the mirror, and for him to enter her from behind. She caught hold of the frame of the mirror and sucked in a breath when she felt his head at her entrance, slowly working his way inside her tight channel. She bit her lip as her bodywelcomed him, closing over him and covering him with her slick wetness. She shut her eyes.
“No, keep them open, and watch as I continue to take you.” He demanded, his voice low and deep.
Her eyes felt heavy, but she did as he asked. What she saw and felt at the same time, her body reacted, heating from her breasts all the way to her pussy, and she knew that she was going to orgasm. This was sensory overload, and she arched back as she coated his cock with her essence, sucking him in deeper as she climaxed. He let out a surprised grunt, and the slow build turned into a fast, hot, wet, and dirty grind of their bodies together as he filled her completely, filling her up tight as she clamped down repeatedly on him until what was left were the tremors. He picked up the pace, and she gripped the mirror tighter as she felt stretched, and the pass of his cock against her swollen insides made her whimper, her breathing hitching as he felt so good.
“So wet, and tight. Look how this sweet pussy is taking me. God, so beautiful.” Their eyes met and held as she tightened herself around him, squeezing tight, making the sensation between them amplified. He rested his chin on her damp shoulder, his short hair getting wet at the tips from his sweat, giving him a youthful appearance with his flushed cheeks masked by the trimmed short beard he sported.
The drag and push of him inside, making her wetter, surprised her; she could feel the ache building again so quickly. He angled and began hitting a sensitive spot, making her moan and her toes curl.
He slid out of her, and she turned slightly, making a protesting sound.
“What—Ohhh.”
And she shifted her grip on the mirror to brace herself as he lowered her feet to the ground and then lifted her right leg up and hooked it over his arm and plunged back inside, separated for only a second heartbeat.
His other hand came around, palm sliding over the slick folds and her erect clit. His cock and hand moving together in sync over her overstimulated flesh, driving her wild.
Her other leg almost buckled as sharp stings like an electrical shock pulsed through her as he slapped her wet pussy, causing her to have an unladylike shout while he was thrusting in and almost all the way out. She caught a teasing glimpse of the head of his cock fueling her arousal.
Not wanting to be the only one losing control, she swivelled her hips tight and squeezed.
“Ummm, yes, just like that.” He groaned out.
He raised her leg slightly higher and rubbed and slapped her pussy again, seeming to revel in her reaction, making the blood rush to her already engorged clit and swollen lips.
“Yes, sing for me. Let me hear how good my cock and hands feel on your pussy.” He whispered in her ear. His tongue now came out to circle the shell of her ear, tracing down until he bit the fleshy part of her lobe. She sucked in all the air her lungs could get and let out a bellow as a sensation of warmth and tingling hit her. It was as if someone was tickling her, and she could not breathe suddenly, the air now gone from her lungs, as rippling waves of her orgasm battered her. Her body tensed and stilled suddenly, the storm hitting as her walls fluttered hard and fast.
Through her haze, she heard Roland give a loud shout and felt the tight grip of his hand on her inner thigh. She felt him expand in her channel, and she moaned from the pleasureof him stretching her further, extending her climax, and felt his own deep within her. The warmth of his ejaculation coated her uterus, and her pussy squeezed and sucked more from him until he was dry.
He now rested his forehead against her shoulder, his wetness mingling with hers. And then they both shuddered and moaned when he finally was able to pull free from her. He turned her around and lowered his lips to hers, devouring hers in a passionate kiss, cupping the back of her head, his other hand winding around her waist, pulling her tight against him.
His tongue slid across her bottom lip, teasing her mouth with more to come. She rose on tiptoes, wanting more, needing to feel the slide of his tongue against hers; she nipped his bottom lip and then pulled on it with her teeth. She heard him chuckle, then moan. She loved hearing that sound from him. Hearing that she wasn’t the only one becoming a slave to his touch, his kiss, and his embrace in such a short time. And it would only get stronger with time.
It was now her turn to sigh when his tongue touched hers and intertwined before retreating and then dancing again. His lips and tongue were now pleasuring her in a different way. Feeling her body reacting again, his hand moved to dip inside her pussy, pleasuring her that way until she came again.
He then lowered himself and ate and licked her wet pussy clean, bringing her to another wave of orgasms despite the heat being on the downswing. When they were done, she could barely walk, her legs wobbly as she moved around the room getting ready as he watched her, his eyes hungrily tracking every moment as he leaned against the wall waiting for her.
She took her time, now getting nervous and doubts beginning to creep in again. Did she make a mistake? How was this going to work? How was his father going to accept all this?
But she could only delay for so long, and Roland had patiently waited as if sensing she was worried and scared about what the future now held for her and their baby.
When she was ready, she approached him. He moved, and his hand came out to caress her cheek, his thumb rubbing against her swollen lips from his ministrations.
Cocking his head to the side, his eyes now back to their natural color, searching hers. “Are you happy being my mate?”
She pursed her lips and sighed. Moving slightly away from his touch. “Yes, to be your mate is an honor, and that is not the problem. The dark spot between us with what my father did is a big issue, and the fact that we really don’t know each other that well is another factor. It’s a lot to take in that this is happening so fast.”
He didn’t look happy with her answer, but he nodded. “My father wants me to be happy and to find a mate that will help me rule and will treat me and our people right. You have always done that despite how you were treated by others. Your love for them showed in your actions and care of the Moonshadow people, and there are those that appreciate that and will be happy you are my queen, and that includes my father.”
He tilted her chin. “The rest will come to terms with it, and if not, they will learn not to cross their king.Meliah.”
“Now come, we have delayed long enough. It is time to take you and Emiyah—”
