Page 51 of Grounded By Love
Hands on her waist he guided her up and down on his cock, long slow strokes that teased them both immensely. He wanted to go faster, but wanted to keep building the pleasure.
It had to be perfect. He would make sure it was unparalleled for her. It was what she deserved.
Her body built in pressure, her cheeks heated, but this time it wasn't because she was embarrassed or shy, but because of the desire coursing through her bloodstream. A moan slipped out of her mouth, her head falling back as she felt the muscles in her abdomen clench around his cock.
Soon he pumped into her faster and faster. An animal growl ripped out of his throat, as his thrusts became more forceful. He slammed into her, his cock filling her completely.
She came quickly, her stomach muscles working his cock, milking it for every last drop, while his growls turned her on even more.
When they both finished, she fell onto his chest, just lying there. Kaeldar's hands remained on her waist, massaging her hips a little.
Claira was amazed by how that had felt. She thought him making her come with his tongue had been shocking, but his cock had been even more staggering. She’d seen stars behind her closed eyelids, when she climaxed.
She heard his heart pounding under her ear and his heavy breathing. Claira lifted her chin up and off of his chest to look Kaeldar in the eyes.
“That was wonderful.” None of her lovers had shown her what lovemaking could be like. Kaeldar had erased them with just one lovemaking session.
He grinned up at her. “There are many more things we can do, but at a later time.” He winked up at her.
She couldn't contain the laugh that broke through her throat. She lifted off his cock and laid down next to him. Claira missed having his cock filling her.
He turned onto his side and brought her into his arms, hugging her close. Her naked breasts plastered to his hard chest, and she felt his member stir against her stomach.
Eyebrows raised, she looked up at him.
He laughed and shook his head. “Don't worry, we won't be doing it again tonight.” His hand came up and brushed her hair out of her face.
“No?” She was slightly disappointed.
“You will be sore enough tomorrow morning. Just wait. I am sure human males aren’t built like me.”
Then a thought stuck in her head, he could be married. Or he could have some woman waiting for him back wherever the rock giants lived, just like her past love, the one who had used her to get a hold of her more dangerous herbs.
But Kaeldar had too much honor to be disloyal to a woman. Didn’t he?
She just couldn't help but ask. “Is there a woman waiting for you, back where you come from?”
There was silence, and he seemed a little taken aback by her question. “No, there is no female waiting for me.”
That relieved her. She would hate to be the woman distracting a man from his duty and obligations. Yet, she should dash her hopes here and now. There was no place for her in his life anyways. There was no future for them, surely. He probably just thought of this as some sort of distraction, but nothing with any real meaning.
Then she gave herself a mental shake. She shouldn't ruin this moment by thinking of such negative thoughts.
They settled down for the night, Claira's head resting in the crook of his shoulder with one of her arms splayed across his chest. This was a moment she would always remember, no matter what happened in the future.
Kaeldar waited for her to fall asleep, before removing himself from the furs. He needed some time and space to think. The sex they just shared had rocked his world, and he was uncertain how he felt about it. She was a human, and there was no possible way he was going to be able to keep her with him forever.
At least, not with his father still king of the rock giants. The old man wouldn’t care about her. She might be a human female, but he would see her as a dire threat. Kaeldar had responsibilities to take over, he had a war to manage, and this human would be seen as only a distraction.
There was a fondness forming in his chest for Claira. She was a human female who had an amazingly strong streak running through her. Not to mention, her healing ability was something of legends.
Rolling over Kaeldar put more space between them. He could only have respect for her, since it was the only safe emotion to have. He would keep her with him, but he wouldn’t allow himself to feel anymore.
The next morning was hard for Claira. She didn't want to rise, even though she knew she should. She kept her eyelids closed, trying to re-enter the pleasant dreams she’d been having, but the insistent sounds of the camp penetrated the fur tent.
Eventually, she gave up with a sigh and stretched the sleep from her muscles. She winced. The area between her legs was a little sore. Kaeldar had been right about only having one round. Thank goodness he had the sense to tell her she should wait. Last night she’d been riding a pleasure high and just wanted some more.
She put a hand under the fur covers to touch herself down there and tried to rub the soreness away, but sadly that didn't seem to work. She would just have to deal with it, until it faded.
