Firedrake - By Bianca D'Arc Page 0,23

moved over her. His palms fit perfectly over her generous curves. He kissed her deeply as he learned her form by touch, his hands finally coming to rest on her surprisingly large breasts. She was perfect. Round, soft and peaking for him. Her nipples poked into his palms as she moaned against his mouth.

He dueled with her mobile tongue as his fingers teased hard nipples, drawing another light sound of pleasure from her lips. He was greedy. He wanted it all. Her sighs, her groans…her screams of passion. And he would have it, he vowed, or die trying.

His lips trailed down her neck, pausing here and there to nip and suck as she writhed against him. When his teeth raked her nipple, she lifted off the ground, and Mace couldn’t help but smile. She was very responsive. He liked that in a woman.

“You’re beautiful, Krysta.” He looked up into her eyes as his lips closed over one nipple and sucked with steady pressure. Her gaze was half-lidded, drugged with passion. He’d never seen anything sexier in his life.

“Mace!” She whispered his name over and over as he tongued her, his hands moving lower to tease the wet folds that waited. Her legs spread without much urging. She was eager and very nearly ready, which was a good start. Mace didn’t think he could wait much longer himself.

“I want to make this perfect for you.” Releasing her nipple, he moved down her body, to the apex of her strong thighs. Her eyes widened, but she made no move to stop him as he spread her wide, his blunt fingers sliding through the slick folds. She was excited, but he’d make her more so. He watched, rapt, as his finger skated around the opening to her body, pushing inward. It was a tight fit. Much tighter than he was used to. The thought gave him pause as a triumphant feeling of possession raged through him. Krysta wasn’t a lightskirt, giving her body to any man that asked. It had been a while since she’d had a lover, judging by the slow yielding of her passage.

Mace would have to be careful at first, until she adapted to his girth. He wasn’t a small man and he didn’t want to hurt her.

No, pain was the farthest thing from his mind as he watched his finger disappear into her. She was wet, but he wanted her wetter. He needed to taste her cream and know every detail about her gorgeous body. Dipping his head, he licked at the little nubbin poking out of her folds, smugly satisfied when she jolted at the first, light contact of his tongue. Going back for another pass, he swept deeper this time, licking her cream and learning her taste.

She was divine.

He played with her that way for a few minutes, while his finger began to move, sliding in and out, building a rhythm and stroking her higher. Finally, he lowered his lips and latched onto her clit, sucking and using his tongue. It took only a few moments of this treatment for her to come beautifully against his mouth, drenching his finger with her release.

He sat back, watching carefully as he added another finger, stretching her wider. She’d have to be as ready as possible to take him without discomfort.

“Did you like that?” he teased.

“You know I did.” Her voice was breathy with release. “Take off your leggings, Mace. I want to see you.”

He’d left himself covered for good reason. He didn’t want to scare her off as a few maids had been in the past. He also didn’t think he would last long once he got his leggings off. He’d wanted her to be ready before he gave in to the incredible desire riding him.

“I want to lick you.” Her low words sent a jolt through his cock. He knew he’d never last if she came anywhere near him this time. He was too needy.

“Hold that thought, sweet. Next time you can do anything you want, but right now, I’m too close to the edge.” His gaze burned into hers as he felt her passions rise once more. Little movements of her hips told him she was eager for his possession. Soon, she would be ready. “I want to be inside you when I come. I want to feel you around me, milking my cock.”

“I want that too.” She moaned as he continued to tease her. She was very nearly ready. All he could think of was sinking