Page 128 of Bitten By the Fae
“I would never injure you,” I promised her. “I like pain, but only when mingled with pleasure.”
I demonstrated by gently laving the bite mark on her tit, my tongue soothing her wound and seducing her back into the moment.
“Like this,” I whispered, closing my mouth around her nipple and sucking her deep while massaging the tip with my tongue.
She bowed off the mattress in reply, her eyes falling shut on a groan as she desperately clung to the headboard.
“Just like that,” I praised, switching to her other breast.
She practically panted in response, her heart bouncing wildly against her ribs.
Mmm, her arousal mounted by the second, permeating the air and taunting all my masculine senses. I inhaled deeply, loving the floral scent of her and finding it beautifully appropriate.
While delayed gratification might be a favorite game of mine, I wouldn’t do that to her tonight. Mostly because I couldn’t. I was dying to taste her, to feel her climax against my tongue, and revel in her pleasure over and over again until sunset.
There would be no sleeping for either of us tonight.
She’d be exhausted and gratified and unable to move later without thinking of me and the memory of my tongue between her thighs.
I slid down, kissing a wet path along her abdomen, pausing to dip my tongue into her navel while studying her reactions.
Parted lips.
Rosy cheeks.
Half-mast eyes.
Absolutely everything I wanted to see in a woman when making this descent. I nibbled her hip bone, smiling when she gasped and bucked in reply. Such a sensitive female, definitely made to be bitten. But I’d save that for our real experience together.
This dream was about satisfaction for us both.
A way to learn more about one another without risk.
Her soft, dark curls teased the hairs along my chin as I pressed a kiss to the top of her mound. I palmed her thighs to push them wide, exposing her slick pussy to my view.
She didn’t shy away from me.
Didn’t fight, either.
Merely tossed her head back with an eager sound, her excitement palpable and visible in the slickness of her folds.
“You’re soaked for me, pixie flower,” I whispered, admiring her damp heat. “I can’t wait to make you wetter, baby.”
She shivered, her lips parting in expectation.
I drew my nose along her seam, inhaling deeply and allowing her sweet nectar to take me completely. My dick throbbed, begging me to rip off my sweatpants and sink myself into her. But this wasn’t about me or my needs.
I wanted to do this for her.
And also to fulfill my desire to taste her pleasure.
Something told me she’d be a screamer, unafraid of sharing her ecstasy with the world. Mmm, I bet she’d lock down on my fingers, too, her greedy cunt craving a cock to milk instead.Mycock.
Soon, I promised us both.Very soon.
However, first, I requiredthis. I parted her intimately with my tongue, licking upward to her clit and back down to the tight hole that would one day soon hug my shaft. I’d take her ass as well, once we worked up to it. Maybe even while Kols fucked her pussy.
Just thinking about it had my balls tightening in need.
