She whimpered. Her fingers slipped between them, but he was there first, his right hand letting go of her ass to delve between her widespread thighs. His thumb brushed her clitoris and she stiffened before moaning, winding her arms around his shoulders again and fists tangling in his hair.
“Never will I forget the taste of you, as hot and bright as the sun. Or the sounds you made each time I stopped licking long enough to suckle your clit.” Sounds so near to those she made when his thumb swept back and forth over that slippery bud as his tongue had. She panted into his ear, rolling her hips as if seeking a firmer touch—and Aerax gave it. Always he would give what she needed. “I remember how you began to shake, and I had to hold you up to my mouth lest you fall. And when you came, how I thought you might crack the sky with your scream.”
And tear out his hair. As her fingers threatened to now, as she shook through an orgasm and muffled her cry against his shoulder. Yet that pain was always the sweetest of all agonies, knowing that he’d given her so much pleasure.
But Lizzan had always been generous in return. As she was now, her mouth hot against his throat when she panted, “And then?”
Never had they gone much further. But that he had dreamed, too. “Would I be unrestrained?”
“You would.”
“So mad I am for you, Lizzan. Unleashed, I would feast upon you again and again, until you begged for more than my tongue in your cunt,” he rasped, and then his breath hissed out in agonized pleasure when she canted her hips forward until the thickness of his cock nestled into the lush furrow between her thighs. “You are so wet for me.”
He felt her smile against his skin. “We are in a bath, Aerax.”
“No bath is as hot and as slick as your need.” Then his head fell back, another groan escaping through his gritted teeth as she began to glide up and down the base of his shaft. Still a virgin was he, but Aerax had known the clench of her sheath around his finger. “So many times I have imagined the hot grip of you clutching my cock. Imagined it over and over again, yet not one imagining was as sweet as this.”
“Is imagining all you would do?”
He growled. “I would spread your thighs and fuck full deep.”
Her breath shuddered into his ear and she rode his length again. “And all of this would be inside me. Would I be under you?”
“Above me. So little control would I have.” So little he did now. His fingers dug into her ass, his breaths coming in ragged heaves as he dragged her cunt up and down his pulsating flesh. “If you were not on top, I might fuck you through the ground.”
“And if on my knees?”
Bent over and his for the taking. Fiery sparks began to flash behind his eyes. “I would mount you so hard, you would feel me in your throat.”
“There are easier ways to choke me,” she murmured, and the laugh that shook through him rattled the chains of his restraint, and then the stroke of her hand down his erection was a furnace that threatened to destroy all control. “Are you near to coming?”
A harsh grunt was his only answer. No more could he do. His cock was embraced by her strong fingers and her slick cunt. Every other part of his body was focused on restraint, that he did not lift her onto the edge of the bath and bury his head between her thighs. That he did not cover her and push deep, so deep into the sultry wetness that tortured him so sweetly.
She nipped below his ear, a pinprick of ecstasy that shot across his skin to crash into the frantic ache of his cock. Her hand tightened and harder she stroked. “Are you near?”
His body gave the reply that he could not, the muscles of his stomach crunching tight, jaw grinding. Abruptly she shoved back off the ledge. His hands skimmed up her back as she flattened out, head diving beneath the surface. Scorching suction surrounded the crown of his erection just as the orgasm slammed through him, and the sensation was nothing he could have dreamed. All that Aerax was seemed to surge through his turgid flesh and empty out into her mouth. There was nothing of him left when she