Immortal Rider_ Lords of Deliverance Series_ - Larissa Ione [145]
“Can’t wait,” he whispered, and lowered his mouth to her sex.
She groaned as his tongue swept from her core to her clit, and when he reached the top, he paused, leaving the flat of his tongue where it was. He watched her as if she was a treasure, as if every one of her reactions was the world to him, and she swore their eyes were locked for a good sixty seconds before he lowered his head and licked her again. And again.
Eyes closed, she bucked, her body unaccustomed to so much incredible stimulation. Arik gripped her tighter, holding her against him. His breath was hot, his tongue wet, and just as she was about to come, he eased up.
“You… you said no teasing.” She spoke through panting breaths, her hands fisted in the sheets.
Arik nuzzled her, planting soft kisses at her center. “This isn’t teasing. It’s the warm up.” He slipped a fingerˀpped a f inside her, and she came off the mattress.
“Oh… oh, God.” She cried out as he added another finger and began to pump them while his tongue circled her clit. “Yes,” she breathed. “Yes… oh, yes, right there…”
Her hips rolled and rotated as she followed the path of his tongue, trying to get it just where she wanted it, but he knew, was teasing out her pleasure, and just as she was about to scream in delicious frustration, he latched onto the swollen knot of nerves and sucked. His fingers thrust deep and did a twisty thing, and her release detonated like a bomb.
She came apart in a blinding explosion, and Arik worked her through it, his touch gentling as her sensitivity heightened. Then, in a delightfully sinful move, he feathered his tongue in super fast strokes back and forth over the slick flesh just above where his fingers were pumping, and she went off again, cresting harder than before.
As she came down, Arik rose up, pressing the blunt tip of his hard cock against her entrance. She arched, wanting him inside her. Needing him inside her.
He denied her at first, bending over to kiss his way back up her body as he moved them both more fully onto the mattress. Carefully, he mounted her, settling between her legs.
“You’re so beautiful.” His words were as whisper soft as his lips as he brushed them over hers.
Deepening the kiss, he slowly pushed inside her. His shaft filled her in one smooth, unrushed stroke, and when he was fully seated, he went still.
“Are you okay?”
“Yes,” she murmured. “Oh, yes.”
He let out a shuddering breath, closed his eyes, and began to move. “Damn… you feel good.”
So did he, but words escaped her. All she could do was cling to him and marvel at the wonderful feeling of two joined bodies. Bearing his weight seemed like an indulgence, one she wanted to experience every day. Twice a day. More, if she had her way.
She ran her hands up and down his back, exploring the hills and valleys of his flexing muscles. Next to her, his arms were taut, his big veins standing out starkly under tan skin. A throaty growl of possession ripped from his chest, and when his nostrils flared, his lips parted, and another guttural sound escaped him, she knew he was close.
Between her legs, sensation built with every thrust. His hips moved faster, stroking her higher, hotter. He reached down to lift her thigh more fully up on his back, and she felt the change in depth as a lightning bolt of pleasure. She reveled in the power of his thrusts, his skill, his ability to know exactly how and where to touch her to wring intense pleasure from her.
His moan joined hers, and then she was coming, her body shuddering, her legs squeezing. Her sex clenched him, each ripple of her climax riding the hard length of his shaft and adding amazing layers to her orgasm.
“Limos.” He gasped her name, and his entire body stiffened and jerked. Thˀnd jerkee tendons in his neck stood out in stark ecstasy as hot jets