“I want your cock in my mouth.” There was no hesitation.
“That’s good, because I need your mouth on me, baby,” he whispered against her lips. “I’m going to break in half if I take another step.”
She kissed her way down his throat while she pushed at the material of his shirt, wanting it off his skin so she could get to him. He reached with one hand and whipped it over his head, slinging it somewhere. Anywhere. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw it float down to the short white fence where vines grew and settle there.
Her hands caught at the waistband of his pants and she took them down to his ankles. He kicked them away. “Take the dress off, Ashe,” he said, desperate to see her body.
She didn’t take her gaze from his. Both hands went to the hem and she pulled the dress from her body, leaving her completely bare to him. Her skin gleamed, a rosy color, flushed with need, the ritual heat on her.
He cupped her breasts in his palms and ran his thumbs over her nipples. Strumming. Watching her reaction. Her breath caught in her throat. He changed the rhythm and then pinched and tugged. She gasped. Her eyes glazed a bit. Her mouth opened.
“Need you on your knees, Ashe,” he said. He wasn’t certain he was capable of handling this. She was so beautiful. He kept tugging on her nipples, his gaze glued to her face, needing her reaction the way he needed air.
She knelt immediately, still looking up at him, almost in adoration. He circled the base of his cock with one hand. “Put your hands behind your back.” He could barely breathe. He couldn’t see anything but his woman kneeling there in front of him, surrounded by flowers and curling vines, completely naked, her skin glowing with need.
Ashe obeyed him, putting both hands behind her, threading her fingers together. His heart tripped as the action thrust her breasts toward him. He stepped closer and rubbed the sensitive head of his cock over her lips. She parted them for him and he fed it to her, one slow inch at a time, watching with a kind of wonder how his girth stretched her lips. How she struggled to take him. She didn’t pull back or hesitate, not even when he was certain she would choke. She just kept her eyes on his, and there was trust there. Complete trust.
Timur had no idea how he’d earned that from her, but by some miracle she’d given that to him. He moved in her. Gently. Carefully. It was difficult with his entire body shaking and his seed boiling. Every cell in his body urged him to go faster. To bury himself deep in the silken heat of her mouth.
“I need you to suck harder.” He gave the command through gritted teeth. He could barely talk, barely manage a voice instead of an animalistic growl. He felt like an animal, need consuming him, driving out sanity, every thinking part of him.
He threw his head back when her mouth tightened and he felt that suction gripping him, the friction as he drove deeper. He watched her struggle to relax for him, to let him go deeper, cutting off her airway for longer moments. Never once did she let go of her hands or pull away from him. She didn’t break eye contact either.
He’d never seen anything more sensuous than his woman with her eyes watering and her lips stretched around his girth. His cock disappearing and her throat working. He didn’t want it to end, that ecstasy when she gave up every semblance of control to bring him pleasure. He felt the burn starting somewhere in his toes. The tingling up the back of his spine, like the tips of flames, licking at him. The burn in his belly, the roaring in his ears and the brutal tightness in his balls as they drew up, covered, he was certain, in flames.
He caught her hair in a tight grip and thrust deep, feeling her open at his demand, feeling nothing now but the terrible burst of raw fire that turned fast into a raging storm. It roiled in his gut and groin, and then there was that one moment where he teetered on the edge staring down into her eyes. So beautiful. So perfect. Giving him this when he did nothing to deserve it. Giving him everything. Then the volcano erupted, long jerking spurts he was helpless to stop.
His hand went to her throat to feel her swallowing. That added to the pleasure, to the force of his explosive eruption. He tightened his hold in her hair as he withdrew and held himself there, waiting just out of her present reach. She leaned into him and did what he silently demanded, her tongue lapping at him gently. His entire body shuddered with pleasure as she took every drop of his essence into her. She took her time and was very thorough. By the time she was finished, he was hard again.