Twenty-Three
Aria closedher eyes as the heat of his mouth enveloped her pussy, his tongue sliding between her swollen folds before closing around herclit.
He cradled her ass in his hands and used the leverage to his full advantage, holding her in his palms, lapping from her like a sacredfountain.
It was bliss, the pleasure obliterating all thought, all reason. There was only his tongue stroking the seed at the center of her body, coaxing her toward a release that was already there for thetaking.
She held back, wanting it to last, and stroked his hair, feeling oddly powerful with him prostrating between her legs, working toward herpleasure.
He slipped his fingers inside her slowly, inch by inch. It was a promise of what was to come; the push of his enormous cock through her channel, sinking all the way inside her until there was nowhere left togo.
She moved her hips with the motion of his mouth, holding his head where she wanted it, not wanting him to leave the center of herdesire.
She was lost to their rhythm, the fire of his mouth sending flames licking outward from her core. She was pulsing with the need to come, her whole body throbbing, every nerve sparking with sensation as he fucked her slowly with his fingers, as he stroked her expertly with histongue.
She looked down and the image of his head between her legs sent a fresh rush of wetness to her pussy, providing extra lubrication for the motion of hisfingers.
The desire for release was becoming undeniable. She wanted to extend her pleasure, to make it last, but her body had otherideas.
“I’m going to come,Damian.”
He surprised her by lifting his head, moving up herbody.
“Not without me,” he said. “Not thistime.”
She heard the implicit message in his voice: tonight they would only come together. It would be a consecration of their love, theirchild.
He rose onto his knees, his cock rigid and glorious between his legs. She sat up and reached for it, closed her hand around it, savored the pulse of it in her hand as she touched her mouth to thetip.
He groaned when she closed her lips around him, stroking his shaft with her palm while she slid her mouth down the length ofhim.
She took all of him, forced her throat to open for him the way her body opened when he was insideher.
He sank another inch to the back of her throat and she held him there, caressing his balls as he throbbed in hermouth.
He put a hand gently on the back of her head and she moved her mouth up his shaft, stopping to suck at his thick crown as she moved her palm up and down on hisrod.
He sighed and she slid back down his shaft, picking up a rhythm, her center growing more slippery with every movement, her body priming itself for hisinvasion.
He stilled her head with gentle hands. “You better stop,” he said. “Or I’m going to come in yourmouth.”
She almost ignored him. She liked it when he came in her mouth. Liked tasting his salty lifeblood before he fucked her until shecame.
But tonight wasn’t like any othernight.
She lifted her head. “Not without me. Not thistime.”
She pushed him back on the couch and he brought her with him, settling her hips over his, her legs straddling him as he leaned back into a sitting position on thecouch.
His shaft slid between her folds as she kissed him, his tip rubbing against her clit with every rotation of her hips, taking her dangerously close to orgasm before he’d even penetratedher.
His mouth was warm and wet, his tongue urgent in spite of the care he’d taken with her body. Their desire was at a fever pitch, their bodies flushed and clamoring for release, when she slowed her movements long enough to position him at herentrance.
He grabbed ahold of her hips and thrust upward as she sank onto him, both of them crying out into the room as she enveloped him to theballs.
“Fuck, Aria…” His mouth closed around one of her nipples, sending a lightning rod of pleasure to the center of her body. “You feel so good. So fuckinggood.”
He wrapped his arms around her torso, flattened his palms against the small of her back as he sucked her nipple and thrust up intoher.