Forcing air into my lungs, I crawl up onto the bed with her, dragging my palms down her legs as she watches me with an intent gaze. When I reach her ankles, I reverse the movement and trail my fingers back up.
Her belly is slightly concave as she lies on her back, her hip bones standing out a little, her muscled thighs clenching as she stirs restlessly.
I drink her in with my greedy gaze, soaking up every line of her body. As my gaze drops to the apex of her thighs, I realize that wetness is gathered there. I can see it glinting in the light from overhead.
Carefully, I reach out to drag a finger through her folds, collecting some of that slick, sticky wetness on my fingertip. Amora whimpers, and when I bring my finger back up to my mouth and lick it, she groans.
So do I.
I thought her lips were sweet. I thought they were the best thing I would ever taste. But I was wrong.
Abandoning my wet finger, abandoning any semblance of control, I spread her legs and settle between them. Gripping her thighs to open them even wider, I drop my head to where the tangy, addictive scent of her arousal calls to me. Then I run my tongue over her.
“Jesus. Oh, fucking shit!”
Her curse is punctuated by a wild jerk of her hips. She almost knocks one of my teeth out, and the collision of my upper lip into my front teeth draws blood again.
But I don’t care.
I would gladly spill every drop of blood in my body for more of this.
The taste of copper floods my mouth again, mixing with the indescribable flavor of her. I lap at her, running my tongue over her soft flesh over and over. I know there’s an art to this, that it requires skill and finesse. I’ve heard Malix brag about the things he can do with his tongue, although I never cared enough to ask him to explain them to me or teach me any of his tricks.
But as I draw my tongue back and forth over Amora’s pussy, she lets out a soft, keening cry that sounds like pleasure. Her hands delve into my hair, which is falling around the sides of my face and brushing over her hips and thighs. She grips it tightly, so tightly that it hurts, and the sting of pain only sends more pleasure rushing through me.
For so much of my life, I’ve felt only pain.
I thought the best I could ever hope for was the absence of that pain, the sweet respite I get when I’m near the shadow realm or close to Amora.
I never even dreamt of pleasure.
And it’s—it’s almost too much to take.
My hips grind against the bed, my cock pulsing and jerking as I seek out any kind of friction. I’m thrusting against the mattress the same way my tongue begins to thrust into Amora’s slick hole. I can’t stop making noises, grunting and panting against her wet flesh, and the sounds she makes are like a counterpoint to mine.
She sounds almost as desperate as I am, almost as wild, almost as unhinged.
I want her to feel pleasure like I feel. I want it more than anything in the world.
My movements are still jerky and rough, but I start following the signs she gives me, doing more of what she seems to like best. When I flatten my tongue and drag it over the little nub of her clit, she shudders, so I do it again. And again. And again.
I keep lapping at her, my fingers digging into her thighs as I feast on her, and the noises she makes get breathier and higher pitched.
“Right there. Right there. Please. Fuck!”
She’s asking. She’s telling me what she wants, so I give her exactly that, focusing on the spot she needs until she shudders and writhes beneath me. More of her sweet wetness spills out onto my tongue, and I keep lapping at it, starving for more of her. She’s tugging at my hair, trying to pull me away from her pussy, but I don’t go until I’ve licked every bit of her clean.
When I finally raise my head and crawl up to hover over her, she’s staring up at me with eyes that look almost black. Her pupils are huge, and although I love the green of her irises, I like this look on her too. She looks fierce. Beautiful. Untamed.
My cock jerks again.
A spot on the front of my pants is damp with the cum that’s already leaked from me, and I growl harshly as I reach down and shove them down. My cock springs free, making me hiss out a breath.
“Frost…” Amora murmurs my name again and reaches for me, slipping her hand between us to wrap her fingers around me.
Sensation courses through my entire body, making my muscles go tight.
“No,” I grit out, my stomach clenching hard as I fight back the pleasure that threatens to overwhelm me. “No. I need…”
I don’t finish speaking. I can’t.
Grabbing her wrist roughly and pulling her hand away, I pin her arm to the bed, then pin down the other one too. My hips thrust forward, the head of my cock bumping clumsily against her core as I lose all self-restraint.
When I finally find the slick entrance to her pussy, I slam my hips forward, a guttural groan falling from my mouth. I go still inside her, dropping my forehead to rest against hers, breathing hard and fast.
“Holy shit. You’re so…” She trails off, her body arching beneath mine. “You feel so good, Frost.”
I don’t answer with words. I just grunt again, pulling back and then driving into her so hard that the bed shakes beneath us. She lets out a deep moan, as if I’ve driven the sound from the depths of her lungs. Her arms wrap around me, her legs hooking around my waist, and she tilts her head up to kiss me.
She clings to me like that as I pound into her, our bodies colliding over and over. Pleasure is sparking beneath my skin, pinpricks that make my balls clench and my cock throb.
Then her inner muscles tighten around me, her thighs squeezing my hips. She whimpers, her mouth falling open as she arches and undulates beneath me.
With a last, desperate roar, I thrust into her again, pressing my hips into hers and grinding against her as I empty myself inside her. My head tips back, every muscle in my body straining as I keep pulsing and pulsing, until there’s nothing left.
My body collapses on top of hers, shudders running through me. I can’t stop shaking. I can barely breathe. My heart might crash right through my chest and into hers.
I almost hope it does.