Page 42 of Wrath of the Fae Queen
I flick my hair back, showing him all of me.I want your pants off. Your tunic too. I have earned it.
Yes you fucking have.
I melt as he pulls his top off first, putting on display all that tanned skin and the hard divots of his perfect abdominal muscles. Desperate need builds within me as my eyes linger on the deep grooves of his hips that lead down to the point beneath his pants. My breath catches as he slowly undoes the lacing, then pulls his pants off in a swift motion. His cock swings out, fully erect, beaded with moisture and pulsing.
He wraps a hand around its thickness and pumps it up and down slowly. My eyes widen and I cannot tear them away. There is something incredibly sexy about watching him pleasure himself, especially when I cannot touch him. It is multiplied by the fact that I can feel the ghost of each swell of pleasure rippling through him with every tug.
I focus on the sight before me and the connection down our mate bond, until his hand fisting his cock also becomes my hand. I am bombarded with an awareness of his skin gliding up and down that hardness and every ridge beneath, as my grip passes over its head and back down again.
Can you feel it?I gasp.My touch on your cock?
Yeah.The sound is half choked.
I send the vivid image of me climbing up his body, creamy skin contrasting with the olive tones of his, and straddling him. Bracing my hands against his chest while I lower myself on him. I imagine his hands flying up to grab my hips and guidingme down. Gods, I need to feel his hardness sink into me at impossible depths, stretching me and hitting all those spots that send electricity through my body and light me up. To ride him hard and fast, until I can no longer remember my name.
Aldrin’s grip on his cock tightens as he groans.Your fingers,he grunts.Inside you. Now. Let me feel how hot and wet you are for me.
I trail a hand down my stomach, large, calloused and not feeling like my own at all. It dips into the wetness between my legs, rough fingers sliding up and down myself, swirling around my clit hard enough to make my core clench and stomach tighten. The image in the mirror shows my own delicate fingers between my legs, but the sensation of it is all him. I dip two of his thick fingers inside myself, reaching deep and curling mercilessly.
I arch my back at the intensity of it, heat blooming across my body. I don’t dare remove my eyes from the mirror and ruin this sight for him. The friction sends tingles all the way to my toes. Then I add a third finger, stretching myself wide, pumping with hard strokes.
The tension within builds and builds to an almost unbearable point while I watch Aldrin’s hand move up and down his huge cock. I wish I could see the expression on his face with each bout of pleasure that runs through him, coiling up the muscles in his abdomen and thick thighs. Overflowing into me.
Aldrin, I need your cock inside me. I want to clamp down around it and come on it. For you to fill me up with your seed.All manner of moans leave my mouth. I almost climax as his body shudders and hot ribbons spurt out of him. The euphoria of his orgasm overtakes us both, only extenuating the pleasure tearing through me with each curl of my fingers and swirl of my clit.
Don’t. You. Dare. Come. Yet,he grinds out as another spasm takes him.I have plans. For you.
I don’t listen. Pushing myself further and further, bringing myself right to the precipice, imagining his fingers deep inside me. I am almost there.
I should have known better.
Ropes of hardened air wrap around my wrist, tugging my fingers out of me and holding my arm in place just above my splayed leg. I let out a feral growl in response and he chuckles deeply.
Trust me, dear heart. Trust me.
Magic forms within my slick hand. Hardened air ripples in the dim light. Its shape becomes long and thick and slightly curved, with a…bulging head. My heart rate doubles when I realize what he has made.
Is this a…cock?My stomach tumbles as my core clamps. Thrill dances through me, but also hesitation. Does he really want me to…?
The hardened air heats to body temperature and turns a solid white.
It ismycock. The same size and shape,he says, low and deep.I want you to pleasure yourself with it.
My whole body melts at his growl. The part of my brain that allows coherent thought disappears completely, all protests with it. I place my other leg over the second armrest, spreading myself as wide as possible to give him a full view, then ease that hardness inside myself. The tip pulls at my inner walls, parting them wide and drawing out a shuddering sensation from them that has my stomach tightening.
Such a good girl for me.His praise sends shivers down my spine.Now, do as you’re told and thrust it hard.
I don’t hesitate, pulling it out and plunging it back in. My entire body lights up as a sheen of sweat breaks out across myskin. I slam it in a second time, and cry out at the jolts of pleasure. I continue to pump the cock Aldrin made for me with rough, feverish motions, as air wields run over my body. It is like many hands caress up and down my thighs, across my belly and teasing each nipple, all at the same time. Another curls over my clit, lapping again and again, bringing up the wetness from my core so it almost feels like a tongue licks at me while a cock thrusts hard into me.
Not any tongue or cock,Aldrin’s voice reverberates through me.Mine.
It is all too much and not enough.
I shatter completely. Pleasure so intense I fear my heart will stop ricochets through me as my core clamps down on that hardness penetrating me and contracts around it. Sensual lightning runs up and down my every extremity and I turn completely limp.
That friction continues to slam in and out of me with brutality as Aldrin uses air wields to control my grip on it, guiding me through my high and squeezing the most erotic gratification out of me.
I focus on the sight in the mirror before me. On the thick length writhing in and out of my body, my legs spread wide around it. Aldrin is erect and pumping his cock in his hand and the fact has me orgasming hard a second time. So hard my vision blacks out and my breath stops. It lasts a lifetime, rolling on and on, until I am an incoherent mess floating on an endless sea of bliss.
