Page 26 of Destined Dawn
“You think I’ve ever wanted to do this to anyone else? Take my time? Pleasure them? Make them feel this good? I never cared about any girl enough to bother, Rhi. I was only concerned with what was in it for me. But with you …” I’m panting, my hands tight fists in the bed sheets, “I want to make you feel so damn good. I want to take you to fucking heaven and back. I want you to forgive me.” He presses his wet tongue to my clit and starts the process again, winding, achingly slow, around my clit, barely touching me, then increasing the speed and the pressure, licking me harder, licking me faster, until every nerve in my body is alight and I’m so close, so damn close, so so …
He stops.
I squeal in frustration, my body damp with sweat, my pussy so wet I must be making a mess of the bed sheets.
“Hmmm, I could stay here forever just doing this. I could die right between your thighs and die a happy man. It smells so good, it tastes so good, it feels so good.” He strokes his fingertips lightly through my folds, and then kisses my clit. “Your pussy is better than anyone else’s. It’s the queen of pussies. I’m going to worship it whenever I fucking can.”
A remark like that would usually have me snorting or sniggering. But the bond between us shimmers and I can feel his honesty and earnestness shining there. It takes me aback. He really means it. Truly means it.
“Then, please Tristan, for the love of– please, please make me come.”
He’s gazing, entranced, at my pussy like it’s a rare diamond or a masterful piece of art.
“Tristan!” I whine and slowly he lowers his mouth backdown, kissing my clit again, this time with more force, more passion, more reverence. He sucks and licks and flicks at me, my whole pussy inside his mouth and this time he gives me no respite, no moments to recover.
And my body responds, squirming and jolting on the mattress, as he holds me down. It’s too much, too much, all my senses alive at once. I try to push his head away, but he simply continues, forcing the orgasm right from my core, so it rips through me, blasting away all sound and sight and making every nerve sing with ecstasy.
“Tristan!” I cry out as the fierce wave of pleasure whips me away. When I open my eyes, he’s on top of me again, stroking damp hair from my face.
“Okay?” he asks me, searching my eyes. “Was it good?”
I sigh, my body still floating in bliss.
“Oh my stars,” I mutter.
He smirks with satisfaction and I can’t help giggling.
“What?” he says, that smirk fading.
“The cockiness is never too far away.”
“Not cocky, confident, assertive,” he says, kissing my cheek. “But it was good, right? Really good?”
“You really need me to massage your ego?”
“I want to know if you enjoyed it.”
“It was good, really, really good.”
He gives me that smirk again and heaven help me that does something to my insides.
I push at his chest, forcing him to roll over onto his back and then I climb on top of him, unbuckling his belt and tugging down the zipper of his fly. Then I’m freeing his cock.
“Do you have protection or do you want to do the barrier spell?” I ask him.
His eyes glint. “Barrier spell.” He whispers the words, hismagic flaring around us and then he’s gripping his cock and helping to line me up.
I pause, inhaling as I meet his gaze, and then I slide down onto his cock, our eyes locked together the entire time.
“Shit, that’s …” he mutters, the tension melting from his face. “Shit!”
I keep going, all the way until I bottom out and then I rest my hand on his thighs behind me and grind in circles on his cock.
“Fuck,” he moans, “fuck. You look unreal, Rhi, fucking unreal.”
He reaches up and squeezes my tit.
My idea was to torture him just like he did to me, take him to the brink and then take it all away. Wind him up and up. Then stop. But his cock inside me feels too good and I don’t have the willpower or the self control. I start off slow and considered, but soon I’m bouncing up and down on him like something possessed, my magic sparking in the air around us and his doing the same too.
