None of this is real, this need isn’t real, it was created by the gods and has nothing to do with her or me, it is just a façade. But my cock isn’t so sure, it only knows one thing. That it would do anything to slide inside of her wet heat.
I let out a moan, and stroke myself a couple more times before I slowly lean forward. Instead of sliding inside of her heat and pounding hard and fast until I come, I dip my chin and do what I’ve imagined doing since I stripped her corset from her slight body.
Opening my mouth, I wrap my lips around the hardened bud of her nipple, then suck her there before I taste her with my tongue. She moans, letting her head fall back between her shoulders. I hear her suck in a breath as she pushes her breast against my mouth, a silent beg for more.
Sinking my teeth into her flesh, she cries out, lifting her hands and burying her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck. She grips my hair and pulls me even closer. I will no doubt leave marks on her flesh, but I’m not sure if either of us cares in this moment.
Then before I realize what’s happening, she pulls my head from her breast. I look up at her in confusion and she sits completely up, rising to her knees and makes her way closer to me. The flesh of her ass rests against my thighs, both of us on our knees, me being forced to sit back on my feet as she straddles me.
Her fingers tug on my hair slightly as she lifts her backside and moves even closer. Without a word, I wrap one of my hands around the base of my cock as it aligns with the wetness of her center and she takes her cue to sink down along my length.
Reaching out, I grab ahold of both of her ass cheeks with my hands, gripping them tightly as she takes all of me inside of her body, her eyes never leaving mine. She lets out a sigh once I’ve filled her.
I’ve never.
Not like this.
“Birdie? What’s this, then?” I ask.
She shakes her head, her eyes wild with what I can only assume is a wonderment of some kind. Though, I’m unsure as she’s not a virgin, that much is clear. She leans forward, her lips brushing mine and staying in a barely-there kiss.
“You feel amazing, Colt,” she breathes against my mouth.
I grunt, not willing to agree to her statement even though inside, I completely and wholly agree. Lifting her just an inch by my grip on her ass, I pull her down along my length. I’m surprised when her hips roll and she grinds against my pelvis.
She is unlike the women of this world. I am now more convinced than I was earlier that she is not of this land. She leans back, placing her hands against my knees, and squeezes as she thrusts her chest in the air and rides me.
I’m not a man who enjoys being without control, but I don’t mind it in this moment. She is amazing and gorgeous as she takes from me. Her long black hair skims my legs, her small breasts bounce with each roll of her hips and I grip her ass, powerless to do anything but watch and feel as she takes and takes.
It is beautiful, every part of the moment and I feel my body begin to relax as she shifts and moves. My blood is still hot, almost boiling, beneath the surface of my skin, but I know that sweet relief will be coming soon and I am enjoying the way she moves before me, the scenery is too good to look away from.
Releasing one of my hands from its grip on her ass, I slip it between us and begin to run circles against the sweet spot between her legs. Birdie gasps, lifting her head to look at me in the eyes.
“Hold my gaze, darlin’,” I demand.
She nods her head, her eyes focused on mine as she rides me, her hips jerking and bucking faster and faster with each swipe of my thumb. I don’t stop, neither does she, and when she finally falls over the edge and succumbs to her body’s release it is the single most magnificent thing that I have seen in years.
Her entire body goes stiff, her hands in my hair grip me tighter before she gasps and pulls my chest against her own. Tilting my head back, I touch my mouth to hers and swallow her trembling cry as her body shakes against my own.
Flipping her onto her back, I wrap my hand around the outside of her thigh, bracing my other hand next to her head and keeping my arm straight. I’m still buried deep inside of her wet heat, sinking my teeth into my bottom lip at just how incredible she feels.
Birdie wraps her legs around my hips and grins up at me, her smile something that seems to be natural and a semipermanent fixture in this moment. She lifts her hands, wrapping her fingers around my biceps and lightly scoring her nails against my skin.
I don’t speak. No words need to be said. My blood is beginning to boil again and the only thing that eases that sensation is moving inside of her. Focusing my gaze on hers, it’s my turn to take and take.
And I do.
Until I spill my seed inside of her, something that I haven’t done in so long that I can’t remember the last time such a thing happened, perhaps when I was still married to Adelaide. It comes naturally with Birdie and I don’t even contemplate the repercussions, it’s as if there was no other option, but to fill her completely full.
Chapter Ten
BIRDIE
I’m not sure what I expected as far as postcoital behavior, I mean he doesn’t seem
