After countless tantalizing moments, she rewarded him with a long kiss, her lips sealing over his, and she gloried in how quickly he opened his mouth and offered his tongue. She swept hers in seductive strokes, delving, thrusting, until they were both gasping and breathless, and his big body trembled against her.
When she pulled away at last, his mouth gleamed wet and a bit red, incredibly hot because she’d done that to him. “How do you feel? No pain?”
“My cock’s aching,” he confessed. “But I can wait for you to get there. I’m enjoying all the pleasures of your journey.”
“Mm. That’s good.” She kissed a path across his shoulders and then downward, nuzzling her cheek against his chest.
So different from an Eldritch, but she liked the texture of the hair. He seemed to enjoy it when she used her hands on him, caressing his chest, then testing the density of his muscles with her nails. At that, he arched and groaned, and a tiny portion of the sheet draped over the tip of his cock went translucent.
He’s leaking, he wants me so badly.
Waiting must be excruciating in that case, but he was still passive and quiet, letting her set the pace. Knowing that made her want to rip the sheet away and accelerate her foreplay. Thalia quelled that impulse. Drawing out his pleasure would yield a stunning orgasm, and she wanted to blow his brains out. Figuratively. That was a conscious desire; since he’d made no secret of having taken lots of lovers, she needed to be memorable, to etch herself into his body and his desires, so that whenever he wanted to get off, he remembered her lips, her hands, her face. Perhaps this wasn’t so much pleasure as possession, but she couldn’t stop. Not until he came, helplessly groaning her name.
His small, brown nipples were tight. She put her mouth near one, exhaling a slow, hot breath, and his hands came to her head, like he wanted to exert pressure. Somehow he managed not to, only stroking her hair. Thalia sucked his nipple into her mouth at first softly, but she gauged his reaction and sucked harder, using her teeth until he cried out.
Raff liked it rough, with slices of sharpness interspersed with the soft. She loved his nipples with her fingers, her mouth, and his breath went wild, ragged and harsh.
Onward.
He moaned when she peeled the sheet back to reveal his fluttering stomach. His abs were already tight, rippling with anticipation of her touch. The sight of her pale hair spread across his brown skin should be exciting, so she lowered her head and kissed his belly, making no effort to be tidy about it. Sex should be messy and unrestrained.
Maybe he expected her to step up the pace, or hoped, but she kept to her measured exploration, despite the flush kindling all over her body, and the heat making it hard for her to think. Now, she acted on instinct, sinking her teeth into his lower belly, nuzzling at his hipbone and licking the length of his thigh. Raff raised his leg, offering himself to her with wounded, desperate eyes.
“I could do so many interesting things,” she whispered. Thalia hardly recognized her own voice, so husky and deep. “Do you have any suggestions?”
“Many. But most of all, just don’t stop. I might die.”
“I won’t,” she promised, and flung the sheet away.
His cock stood up, dark and veiny, slick with precome. Her plans evaporated in the white-hot lust that drove her to straddle him, work her aching pussy against that tantalizing shaft. Oh yes. Fucking perfect. She moved her hips, grinding, and her entire body shivered at the pleasure of those long, luxurious strokes. Until this moment, she hadn’t realized that she was so close to coming, and how was that possible, just from teasing him?
“That’s it,” he urged. “Use me.”
She did.
In quick lunges, Thalia chased the feeling, hot and melting, tightening her stomach, sharper when she tightened her thighs. This wasn’t supposed to be about me. But she couldn’t stop herself, and she lost herself in his body, humping so wildly that her movements jolted little sounds from him, moans and groans and words of praise.
Her orgasm hit hard, and her whole body locked as the sensations washed over her, fierce at first, then in slowly quieting waves.
The sweetest of wolves caught her when she fell.
Raff would be lying if he said he wasn’t frustrated, but it was buried beneath layers of satisfaction. Thalia started out intent on seducing him and ended up like that. No way he didn’t take it as the highest of compliments, so he held her against him and stroked her back, idly sifting through her hair with careful fingertips. She stretched in his arms, and he settled her even closer, so that he could revel in her slowing heartbeat.
An asshole might try to claim that bodily harm would result from getting all stirred up and being left unsatisfied, but his penis was like a gun. It would still fire just fine next time, even if he left a bullet in the chamber, so to speak. His cock settled to half-mast while she regained her senses in his arms. As she came down, she still shivered beneath his lightest touch, making it tough to get his own head together.
“You good?” he asked, maybe a skosh smug, already knowing the answer.
“That…was not part of the plan.”
Raff swallowed a smile. “It’s important to be flexible.”
Her eyes snapped open, and the light dimmed, like a shade being drawn. “Is that why it was so easy for you to stop courting Magda?”
Hell.
“I was never doing that,” he said.
“Everyone commented on how you chased her in Ash Valley.” That tone dared him to deny it, so Raff didn’t even try.
Rather, he attempted to explain. “It’s more that I was trying to get her to…choose me. Because Mags has high standards, and if she did, that’d
