“The best place in the universe is wherever you are,” Mathiras tells me in a ragged voice, pressing another kiss to the inside of my thigh.
A bubble of love rises in my chest, and I tug on his horns. “Come kiss my mouth,” I tell him. “I need you.”
I expect him to rise up and give me a tender peck. To stroke my hair back from my face and tell me how much he loves me.
Instead, Mathiras surges over me and his mouth locks on mine. He groans and nips at my lower lip, his fangs scraping me with the urgency of his need, and his hand slides behind my head. He rubs his thumb against one of the clit-like bumps behind my ear, and as hot arousal floods through me again, I realize Mathiras is nowhere close to done with me.
And I am delighted.
CHAPTER 116
MATHIRAS
Nothing has ever smelled as good as the perfume of Helen’s skin after she’s climaxed. She smells like sweat and arousal, and I can’t get enough of it. I bury my face against her neck, mouthing her soft skin as she wraps her arms around me and moans.
“Oh, Matty,” she breathes, her breath hitching when I suck hard against her throat. “Oh god, that feels good. Are you going to make me come again?”
“You want to?” My cock throbs at the thought of her, of Helen so stimulated that she comes from my mouth on her neck.
“I want you to come.”
“The two are not mutually exclusive,” I tell her, chuckling. “We can do both.” I kiss another spot on her neck, and then down to her collarbone. “But only if it’s not too much for you.”
“It’s not too much,” she says quickly. “I want everything.”
I keffing love how greedy she is. Kissing my way further down, I cup one of her small breasts and feed it into my mouth. She whimpers, arching up against my lips and hooks one leg around me, her ankle digging into my back.
“Matty,” she pants. “Matty, I thought you were going to put your penis inside me. You can touch my breasts later.”
I lift my head, both amused and incredibly turned on by her demands. “Are you getting bossy with me, Helen?”
“Yes,” she says quickly, and tries to lift her hips. “We’ll make a deal. You can play with my breasts when you’re inside me. How does that sound?”
It sounds keffing adorable and arousing both at once. I slide over her, pressing my entire body over her slender one, and brace my weight upon my arm so I don’t crush her. I love the feel of her underneath me, and when she lifts her other leg and hooks them both around my waist, I wrap my tail around one slender ankle, holding her there. She’s right, of course. I’m getting distracted by her pretty, pert little nipples and her lovely body, when I’ve been promising her we’re going to have sex. So I lean in and kiss her again, making sure to brush my thumb over the spot behind her winged ear. She moans, sucking on my lower lip when I pull away, and my sac tightens in response.
Mine. My Helen.
My mate.
The thought rings in my head even as I lean down to kiss her in another teasing nip. As I do, I slide my hand from her neck down between our bodies, to where her cunt is spread, waiting and open. I ease a finger into the hot well of her body, and Helen makes a throaty noise against my mouth as I kiss her over and over again, my tongue flicking against hers. She’s tight, my mate, and if this is going to be good for her, I need to do a better job of stretching her so she can take me, or call things off until I get some lubricant.
Helen digs her ankles into my lower back, nudging her cunt against my hand as I finger her.
Yeah, I’m not delaying anything. She wants this as badly as I do.
I capture her mouth in another searing kiss, pouring all of my hunger and need into it even as I ease a second finger into her tight body. She’s incredibly wet, and as I stroke into her, her body makes obscene, slick sounds that get me even harder. I pump two fingers in and out slowly, feeling every shudder that moves through her, every clench of her cunt in reaction. Kef me, I’m going to bust before I even make it inside her, she feels so damned good.
She lets out another shuddery little gasp as I scissor my fingers inside her. “How do you feel, love?”
“I feel like I need your penis,” she tells me, squirming against my hand. “What are you waiting for?”
“I’m making sure you can take me.”