Page 48 of Winter's Scorching Kisses
A soft covering of hair trailed down his chest to his abs, and Adorra licked her tongue across her lips. He was handsome, but he was also a beast of a man. She felt her desire being replaced by fear as her eyes took in all the raised tissue. She was amazed he was even still alive after such treatment. This man was nothing like Edmund. He was the complete opposite.
Then his mouth fell on her nipple again and desire rushed back full force. She arched her back, begging for more.
As Mathar continued to suck on her nipple, one of his fingers slid between her folds, and she could hear how wet she was. The pressure building up inside her was so foreign. She felt like she might just burst.
His finger dipped inside her, and her eyes snapped wide. Turning a shocked gaze at him, she noticed him smile against her skin as he continued to work on her nipple. Then his finger slipped back out of her entrance and rubbed up against her nub, pleasure shot through her.
Heat crept up her cheeks, as he continued his onslaught against her body until her eyelids slid closed, and she let the waves wash over her. Her abdomen trembled as she felt the pressure build in her.
“Mathar.” Adorra wasn’t quite sure why she was saying his name, but she said it anyway.
“Come for me.” He whispered in a growl that sent her skin goosebumping.
Suddenly, bright lights flashed behind her eyelids as her hips bucked out of her control. He growled in appreciation, and she knew she pleased him with the movements.
Her lips parted as she let out a few moans, before biting her bottom lip with her teeth.
“I love watching you bite your lip,” Mathar whispered in her ear, and she felt herself flush hot as the searing desire pulsed through her, and then it slowly faded.
She cracked open her eyes to glance at him, and now that the high was wearing off she felt a tad bashful about her abandonment.
He moved back up her body, and his head descended. His mouth took hers, his tongue sliding up against the crease of her lips until she opened her mouth and allowed him access. His tongue shot into her mouth and danced with hers.
Mathar loved her taste. She was like honey mixed with wildflowers, and he couldn’t get enough. He could lay there all night kissing her sweet lips if his cock wasn’t growing painful with its need to enter her wet center.
It was all he could think about.
“I need to be inside you.” He whispered as he broke the kiss.
“Yes.” She whispered, excited beyond reason.
He sat up and positioned himself between her thighs before his hands dropped to the front of his pants and he undid the strings his cock springing free.
Adorra let out a gasp. He glanced up to see her eyes glued to his cock, and he couldn’t help but smile like an idiot. She appreciated his size, but she’d enjoy it more once it was inside her stretching her wide.
“Would you like to touch it?” Stroke it more like, but he’d take it in baby steps. He didn’t need to scare her away when his cock was ready to burst.
“Yes,” she whispered as she reached out a hand and wrapped it around his length.
His cock jumped as her cool hands wrapped around him, and she let out another gasp. Those parted lips. He wanted nothing more than to have them wrapped around his cock, sucking his essence from him. He smiled at her as she explored his length, and then her fingers dipped into his pants and fondled his balls.
He let out a groan as his head fell back.
“You like?”
“Yes. Your touch sends me reeling.” She was a curse. All she did was make him lose his mind, and now all he wanted was to plow into her. Deep and hard. “I need to be inside you.”
Mathar reached down and drew her hands away from his cock, and then he placed his hands on either side of her head. He grabbed his cock with one hand and guided it to her entrance.
“Do you still want this?” He had no idea why he was asking. It was like he was just waiting for her to push him away and leave him wanting more, but here he was asking her.
Adorra nodded her head, her eyes glistening with her desire. He’d managed to work them both into a lather, and now nothing would stop them except the sweet bliss of climax.
Before entering her, Mathar rubbed the length of his cock up and down her wet pussy lips. He wanted to soak his cock with her own wetness before he entered her. He was large, without sounding egotistical, and he wanted her to feel only pleasure when he entered her passage.
She let out a moan, as the head of his cock rubbed up against her nub. He smiled, liking the sound on her lips. He circled her clit once more with the slit of his cock, and once more she moaned into the air around them.
Then he positioned the tip of his cock at her entrance. Her legs came up and wrapped around his waist, her heels digging into the flesh of his bottom.
