Anzil (Gladiators of Krix #2) - Miranda Martin Page 0,41
as understanding of her words hits me and involuntarily, I turn around. “You’re not?”
She’s half out of the tub, her breasts hanging heavy, glistening with water. The top of her black triangle is barely above the line of the water, capturing my attention. She runs her hands over her breasts, down across her belly, and then pushes them under the water, between her legs.
“No,” she gasps, her full, luscious lips parting.
I drop my pants before my heart can beat again. Her eyes drop from mine to my cock. I take it in my hand and stroke the length of my shaft.
“This is what you want?” I ask.
Her soft pink tongue darts between her lips, moistening them. My cock jumps in my hand, wanting desperately to shove past those fleshy barriers and find her hot mouth.
“Yes,” she says. “Once. Only once.”
“You’ll never be satisfied with once,” I growl.
“No,” she shakes her head. “but the mission comes first. Once until we save them.”
“Agreed,” I nod.
“Take me,” she gasps, her body undulating as her fingers do dirty things below the water where I can’t see. My imagination is running wild.
I move to her slowly, stroking my cock and watching as she runs one hand over her breasts, pulling at the hard-pointy nipples while the other hand continues moving under the water.
I trail my fingertips across her cheek and into her hair. When my hand is on the back of her hair, I tighten my grip and pull her head back. Her lips part and I claim them.
Shoving my tongue past until I find her tongue, our tongues war for dominance. She isn’t a pliable lover; she is as dominant as I am. A woman of strength such as I’ve never known. She isn’t going to give in easily or without a fight.
She pulls back, gasping for air. Her eyes burn with desire. She smiles mischievously then she grabs my hair and pulls me into a fresh kiss.
I stroke my cock as we kiss, and she continues to finger her pussy beneath the water. I’ve never had a woman like her. Never experienced anything like this, but I love it. I love her.
“Mine,” I whisper into our kiss.
“Make me,” she says, defiant.
I growl. Letting go of her hair, I grab her around her waist and lift her out of the water. She laughs in surprise and wraps her legs around my waist. My cock rises up, seeking its goal. The tip of my dick parts her sweet folds, and she wriggle her hips, trying to force her way down onto it. I lift up, stopping her.
“Ah,” she says in disappointment. “No fair.”
“This isn’t about fairness,” I say, spinning her around. “This is pleasure.”
“Fuck me, now,” she orders.
“No,” I shake my head. “not yet.”
Her breasts press hard into my chest, and her wet legs clamp tight on my waist. She pulls my hair, and my cock pulses. I walk into the other room and toss her onto the soft bed. She bounces then lies with her legs spread.
She has thick hair that forms a v shape above her perfect, sweet lips. My mouth waters and I want to taste her, but not yet. The greatest of pleasures comes in denial.
She rises onto her elbows, then trails two fingers down from her neck. Circling her breasts, slowly crossing her belly, and then at last tracing the outer lines of her swollen lips. Her pussy parts open, glistening with invitation.
I take my cock back into my hand and stroke slowly. Her smile widens as she closes her eyes partway. She opens herself to my view. She’s wet and ready. Involuntarily, I take a step towards her, obeying the demands of my dick.
Stopping myself, she pouts and shakes her head. “No?”
“Not yet. Fuck yourself,” I order. “Show me how you pleasure yourself. Teach me.”
She closes her eyes, bites her lip, then nods. Slowly, two of her fingers sink into herself. My cock spasms and the first drops of my come leak out. She pushes those two fingers in deep then slowly pulls them out.
Her free hand rubs her breasts, alternating between them and giving special attention to her nipples. I watch, enraptured. Studying her every motion, noting each tremble of her muscles. What makes her breath hitch and what pushes her towards her first orgasm.
She works those fingers slowly, picking up the pace. As she moves faster, her free hand slides along the length of her body. She has her palm pressed flat against her flesh until her