"Oh, really?" I said, more than a little amused. "I somehow doubt you'd last long under a similar assault of pleasure."
"I disagree. You forget I've had centuries to practice restraint and delay pleasure."
I raised a somewhat mocking eyebrow. "Shall we test that theory out?"
"I'm sure I'll thoroughly enjoy such an experiment, but do be prepared to fail, my dear."
I grinned. "I'm going to enjoy watching you beg."
"Hell will freeze over before that happens."
I snorted softly and began to rock back and forth, riding him gently, enjoying the feel of his flesh so deep inside and the sensations that flowed from such an intimate and basic connection. Slowly but surely our movements became stronger and his thrusts more urgent, but as the point of no return approached, I withdrew, coming down on all fours, straddling him as I claimed his lips and kissed him long and hard. A dangerous play, given just what his kiss could do to me, but right then, the need to prove he could be made as delirious and needy by our lovemaking as I was just that little bit stronger.
When that sense of urgency finally eased, I repeated the process, riding him until desire and the need for release began throbbing through his flesh and mine. Once more I retreated, and this time he groaned, just as I'd groaned. But that was still a long, long way from begging.
So I began an exploration of his body, kissing and tasting his chest, his abs, his stomach, taking my time but moving ever so slowly downward. When I took him in my mouth, he shuddered and tangled his hand in my hair, gently encouraging me to continue. I swirled my tongue around the tip of his cock, then down the length of his shaft, tasting myself on him as I licked and teased, never lingering in one place for very long. It wasn't long before his breathing became harsh again and that gentle pressure on my head became more and more insistent, encouraging me without words to take him fully.
I did, and he moaned again, his body thrusting instinctively upward, his cock filling my mouth completely. I sucked him, teased him, played with him, until his shaft was throbbing with the need for release and the salty taste of come was thick and strong and threatening to explode.
Once again, I retreated. He shuddered, then laughed, his voice hoarse as he said, "No retreat, no surrender, and certainly no begging. That's the motto I've lived by and I see no reason to change that now."
"We'll see," I murmured, as I moved back up his body to repeat the whole process again.
By the third time around I think we were both close to breaking point. I was drenched in sweat and aching so fiercely I was half convinced Tao wasn't the only one who had a fire elemental burning inside of him. God, if one of us didn't give in soon, we'd both expire.
As the taste of him grew ever saltier, I once again withdrew, but this time he growled "enough"—the sound almost animal in its intensity—and flipped our positions, kneeling between my legs as he dragged me forward and up. Holding me steady, he drove into me, and it was no gentle mating. It was all animal, all desperate need. He pumped furiously, his cock driving so deep it felt as if he was trying to spear himself right through every inch of me. And I was right there with him in that desperation, meeting him thrust for thrust, needing, aching, for release.
It came in an explosion that was unlike anything else we'd shared so far, so deep and intense I actually blacked out for several seconds. When I regained my senses, he was lying along my length, taking most of his weight on his arms and his body still in mine. The Aedh, despite the intensity that had just consumed us, was not finished yet.