See.
I actually see for a second. It’s just a few bright bursts behind my eyelids, but it’s the first light I’ve witnessed since I was a child.
It’s gone just as fast as it flashed by, and I don’t have time to think about it, because my cock is still lodged in Quinn’s mouth. I groan as my hips buck up, and my seed continues to spill out in hot spurts.
Quinn swallows as much as she can, but some of it leaks down her chin, dripping onto my balls.
When I’m finally finished, she sits up and wipes her face. “You have no idea how many times I’ve thought about doing that.”
I have no idea? I’d laugh it if wasn’t so false. It’s just a human saying. She doesn’t mean it literally, but if she knew how many fantasies I’d had about this very scenario, she’d probably be frightened.
Now that my awareness is coming back, I sniff the air to find it saturated with Quinn’s desire. Pleasuring me turned her on.
My mate needs me. I sit up so suddenly it startles her.
“It’s your turn.”
Quinn
I think I’ve awoken something in Kirian. A side of him I’ve never seen before emerges as he roughly pulls me down next to him.
His unseeing eyes are wild as he tugs at my underwear. Worried he might rip the only panties I have, I wiggle them down my legs and toss them to the floor.
My bra is next, and I’m reminded again of how skilled his hands are. His fingers easily release the clasp at my back.
Flattening his palm in the valley between my breasts, he pins me in place as he positions himself on the mattress, my legs on either side of him.
“Kirian?” I question, unsure of what he’s planning to do.
His erection hasn’t gone down. If anything, it looks even harder than before. How’s that possible?
I bite my lip when I think about what it would feel like to have that inside me. I pretty much told him sex was off the table tonight, but I might’ve been lying. I’m soaked between my legs, my inner thighs sticky with my wetness.
Who knew giving a blow job could be so hot?
Kirian was totally at my mercy. I was in control of everything he felt. I got to decide how and when he came.
And now he’s determined to return the favor.
His hand slides down my abdomen, dipping into my belly button before roaming over my trimmed patch of hair.
“Quinn?”
“Yeah?”
“I love you.” That’s all he says before he dives in face first.
I let out a moan when his tongue spears my opening. He licks inside me a few times before going up to my clit. Latching on, he sucks. Hard.
Grasping the pillow under my head, I spread my legs wider. A loud whimper escapes me as I close my eyes.
His lips and tongue trace every inch of me, memorizing my flesh by feel. Everything gets explored. This is his way of looking at me and, somehow, it’s more intimate than if he could see it.
Even though I was expecting Kirian’s enthusiasm—because, come on, the guy’s waited his entire life to touch a woman—I’m surprised by his gusto.
He eats me out like I’m the last thing he’ll ever taste.
When I peek through my heavy eyelids and look down, I almost can’t believe what I’m seeing.
The Night Realm king is kneeling before me. Worshipping me. His broad shoulders keep my thighs far apart, and his strong hands slide under my ass. He squeezes my butt and a sound of pure ecstasy escapes him when he licks my entire slit.
Stiffening his tongue, Kirian focuses on my clit, strumming the swollen bud. Something inside my lower belly clenches, and I’m resisting the urge to move my hips.
Humping his face would be weird, right?
Apparently, my body doesn’t care.
I start rocking, rubbing my clit against his mouth.
“Mmm.” Kirian makes a satisfied noise. “Fuck my face, Quinn.”
Oh. My. God.
The heat from his breath and the movement of his lips while talking make me feel warm and puffy down there. Swollen. Aching.
His thick finger prods at my opening, pushing inside up to the second knuckle. When he adds another finger, there’s a stretching sensation, but it doesn’t hurt.
There’s a different kind of pain throbbing in my core.
The pain of needing to be filled by him.
I’m thinking about asking him to just fuck me already, but the thought of his cock sliding into me, the image of him thrusting over me—it’s too good.
My inner walls start to flutter.
I’m close.
Bringing one of my hands to the top of Kirian’s head, I swivel my hips as my core tightens. My pussy rubs against his chin, his nose, his mouth.
I’m losing control.
From the sounds he’s making, he likes it. Grunts and growls vibrate against my most sensitive parts.
Heat tingles all over my body. I’m sweating and shaking. Whines and whimpers fill the room, and I’m vaguely aware the sounds are coming from my throat.
I don’t know what’s coming over me.
It’s almost like a force is driving me to keep going. I’m not sure if I could stop, even if my life depended on it.
Kirian adds a third finger as he latches onto my clit, and my body winds up until it feels like something inside of me is going to snap.
And then it does.
Arching my back, I wail as my pussy spasms. My inner walls clamp around Kirian’s fingers and my clit pulses in his mouth.
He doesn’t let up.
He keeps sucking, rubbing, and pumping into me, drawing the orgasm out for as long as possible.
When it’s over, my body goes limp, and the hand that was in his hair falls lifelessly to my side.
As Kirian raises his head, I’m gulping for air while admiring how disheveled he is. His long brown hair is in total disarray, reminding me of a windblown Tarzan. Certainly not the put-together king I’ve known.
His lips glisten with my juices.
Instead of wiping my wetness off,
