Page 13 of Unrivaled
The knowledge struck me like a branding iron and her breath hissed in.A moment later, I realized I’d tightened my hand on her knee and forced my grip to release.Momentarily, white marks remained on her flesh where I’d forced the blood from those muscles, only to rush back in and leave pink fingerprints against her skin.
Nausea rolled in the pit of my belly.
Her lips were on mine, hungry, needing.It was all I could do to gather her up and move both of us off the cold floor and onto the softness of her rumpled bed.Her mastodesmos was unlaced almost to the top and, impatiently, she started rolling it up over her ribs, elbowing me in the chest in the process.I helped, my heart in my throat as her ribs came into view, and then the curved bottoms of her breasts.She straddled my lap and I rolled up the back of the garment, helping it move with her, but it didn’t have enough give to get over her head.I knew she knew it, and her movements were impatient, bordering on violent.
Fortunately for her laces, our knives were out of reach.
I watched as she jiggled the leather a little higher, revealing more of the curve of her breasts.I fed through some more of the laces, but she had it under so much pressure even that was a challenge.“Slow down, Embers,” I said.“We’ve got hours.”
The leather popped up to the top of her breasts, revealing the soft curves and pebbled nipples forced into an exaggerated shape by the undergarment above.
One day, I was going to undress her myself, in the sun.From the ribbons in her hair to the last damn lacing on this mastodesmos.I’d lay her down in the light and kiss every single part of her that made her shiver.
Today, I took the closest nipple into my mouth without hesitation and reveled in the way her small, impatient movements suddenly stilled.She sat straddling me at an awkward angle, her arms still hooked up beneath her ribs, her fingers in the leather, and her head fell back in reverence.
Those moments of peace she shared so generously were every bit as hot as her mouth on my cock and her hand on my balls, and I struggled not to ease her hips into a better angle.
Beneath my lips I could feel her heart kicking, the heavy drumming of arousal.She began moving again, but only small movements to free her hands.Her flesh gave for me as she pressed me closer and I increased the suction.Her breath came out in a rush.
My fingers found her other nipple, and she arched her back, fitting her hips neatly against mine.
Before she could seal us together, I fell back, shoving some cushions out of the way with one arm and urging her up my body.
She looked at me, momentarily disoriented.But I knew damned well if I’d stayed there, we would’ve been fucking in moments.
Her eyes locked onto my lips, and I could almost see her thoughts honing to a cutting edge.She closed the distance quickly and without hesitation.The ways this woman could move a person’s body and bend their limbs was fascinating.
Her knees on either side of my head, she waited for my guidance.I took her hips in my hands and buried my face in her warm, welcoming cunt, easing her down to a comfortable perch that’d allow me the use of my neck muscles later.The taste of her filled my head, the flavors of Audrey and joy and arousal.First, I’d use my tongue, then when I tired, I’d use my jaw, then my neck, then my shoulders, repeating until she’d had her fill, however many orgasms that was.Last time, it had only been two, but we’d been on the floor of the common room, stealing moments in the night.Here, her knees would be comfortable, and we had hours.Anticipation had me by the cock.
My hands slid up her body and she shuddered.I sought the softness of her breasts and the tight buds of her nipples.That deep, reverent stillness took her again as I sucked on her clit, her only movements short, panting breaths.One of her hands found their way into my hair, and I felt the tremors in her fingers first, and then her thighs.I held the rhythm, surrounded by her.She leant forward into my hands, the pressure of her pelvis increasing a little.Short, little movements began as they always did before she came undone.I knew if my cock was inside her I’d feel the first flutters and soon?—
She came with an indrawn breath.Shudders rolled through her body, starting from my mouth before they moved out in waves.I stayed with her, drinking it in, reveling in her, then gentling as the shudders settled, slowing the rhythm, focusing on slow, deep pressure.My hands on her breasts stroked the soft undersides.I enjoyed the textures and smells and tastes, taking my own pleasure as she rested.
Her hand in my hair was withdrawn, and I felt her flexing up and away.I resisted the urge to hold her to me.She knew she could stay as long as she wanted.
I watched as she tumbled onto the bed beside me, cheeks pink, hair perfectly mussed, lips parted and breasts rising and falling rapidly with her breathing.
Her hand, when it fell on me, was graceless and still shaking a little.It closed over my shoulder, and I moved to hold her, settling atop her the way she liked best.
She stared up at me with perfect contentment.My ribs felt like they were too small to hold my whole heart.
I settled between her legs, taking hold of her hips as I tugged her to the edge of the bed.She went with me, liquid, eyes heavy-lidded and breath settling.Pride warred with the joy in my heart, but anticipation beat heavily in my veins.She wouldn’t stay liquid for long.Not unless I acted.I lifted her hips until she locked her legs around my waist.
The tremors I’d started were still there, making her muscles shiver, and I could think of no finer compliment.Her shoulders on the bed, I held her safely, feeling the drumming of blood in my veins and then the warmth of her as I eased a short distance inside of her.
She was wet and welcoming, clinging to me as I drew back a little and then eased further in, letting our bodies adjust before I dove deep.I slid all the way home and paused for a moment to feel the wash of sheer delight.Her breath caught and broke on the same sensation.
Her muscles flexed around me and my head swam.
One day, I’d hold her open and go deep and slow.I’d find out if she liked the infinitely sensitive entrance to her womb being stroked.I’d spend time on the hungry place near the entrance to her cunt.I’d see if the pressure of my fingers in that one place might be enough to make her soak the bed with her release.I felt the wetness of her today, the mixture of her arousal and what I’d left on her with my mouth, and imagined having her soak my hand, my arm, my chest and shirt.I breathed in deeply, smelling her still on my lips.
Her legs tightened around me and tugged me back in closer, adjusting my angle over her, and inside of her.For today, I moved, making the small adjustments to angle and pressure that her hips guided me toward.The sun fell across her belly and breasts, highlighting their glorious movement as I thrust into her.Her eyes were half-mast, her arms over her head, as she let herself be cared for entirely by me, again.
I felt the fluttering forewarning of her release and lust pooled, hot and throbbing, in the bottom of my belly.There wasn’t enough air, but there never was, not around her.I didn’t need it.
She flexed around me and I wanted to tell her to relax, to let me look after her.But all I could get out was a moan as I struggled to maintain my pace for her, keeping her climbing toward her peak.When she came, flexing around my cock and shuddering beneath me, I let myself go, too, tumbling over the edge with abandon as the whole world stopped for us.
In the moments after, the roar of my blood in my ears and her hips heavy in my hands, we stared at each other.She was the most gorgeous thing in my entire life, tipped back at an odd angle with wide unfocused eyes, her hair akimbo and her laces on her chin.I wanted to stay exactly there forever, with cold feet and her hanging half in the air, connected to me, staring at me like I was an old god returned.
