《First Contact: The Legacy of Val'Dornn Book 1》Part 92: Esayr
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Her taste exploded on my tongue overwhelming my senses of anything at all besides her, Addy --my mate. She trembled beneath my hands as I traced them along her stomach and around her hips dragging her backward, closer to the edge of the bed while I tortured her with each long slow drag of my tongue across her flesh. I nudged her wider with my shoulders, easing between her legs to open her more, baring all of those private places intent to bury myself in them.
"Esayr," my name was a sigh and I would do anything and everything to hear it all night long.
I sucked her into my mouth, teasing her sensitive flesh, memorizing the things that had her legs trembling, or leaning back more fully into me. When I swirled my tongue around her clit the scent of her deepened to something nearly intoxicating and it made me a ravenous, starved creature. Though I was loathed to leave it behind, I placed another sucking kiss before I caught her clit between my fingers again, rolling and teasing the bud.
"Are you going to be good and come for me? On my face?" I mused, not really expecting an answer from her while she trembled beneath something as simple as the insistent press of my fingers.
She whimpered, her hips with my hand to get even more of that friction that she wanted, needed.
I pressed harder, forgoing those gentle touches in the wake of her insistence, she was tight and wet, slick with need and lust and all those things I'd begged for. And still, I'd beg. Still, she would have me on my knees faster than anything else in the grand expanse of this universe we inhabited.
With a swift tap against her clit, I got her attention --and her interest if the gasp I heard told me anything, "Are you going to come on my face, Addison?"
"D-do you want me to?"
More than anything you could ever imagine. I wanted to drown in her in whatever way I could; to cover myself in anything and everything I could get of her. If I didn't leave this room with the whole ship knowing I was hers I'd consider myself a poor lover. "All over it, sweetheart. Nothing less."
"Okay. I'll try."
Her hips shifted swaying just slightly, but the action still had my cock jerking, knowing that she was being so vulnerable to me and opening up aspects of herself that she'd never been comfortable enough with baring before. She was so strong. "Thank you, Addy."
Just as I was about to return to my prize, she stopped me with a gentle question. "C-can we do this in a different position? I want,"
I waited.
It took her a few seconds, but finally, she relaxed and the words came out softly muffled by our sheets where she'd nearly buried her face, "I want to watch you while you go down on me."
She would make me come right here and right now with words like that. My arm was already wrapped under and around her hip, so I used it to leverage her over in a roll that surprised her. Her legs jerked at the sudden change in position and I grabbed the one nearest to me and put it on my shoulder, opening her up and wedging myself between them. Her breasts bounced with the jostling and I found I rather liked this position. I'd have chosen it as my preference anyway, had she not made such a pretty picture, poised pink and wet while she climbed onto our bed.
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"No need to look away now," I ordered her when she couldn't quite meet my gaze, a blush stealing across her cheeks. I reached up to tug her arms away from her breasts where they'd landed to cover herself. I tugged one of her hands free and brought it down where I could kiss the tips of her fingers. I let them each settle on my mouth to feel her slick arousal where it covered my lips and chin. I nipped at her fingers, "You can watch as long as you're good." I dragged her hand down my face past my neck and chest before I placed it firmly on her mound, "Spread yourself so I can lick you while I fuck you with my fingers, Addison."
The tightened tips of her breasts rose, with that inhale then her delicate fingers began to play until finally --just before that edge of desperation began to take hold of me-- she spread her slick folds.
"Good girl," I placed a chaste kiss on the back of her hand, against her knuckles, before meeting her gaze and trailing my tongue between them and back down to her clit. It was a tight bundle beneath my lips and tongue.
One hand I kept wrapped around her right leg, pushing it up and out to the side, keeping her from slamming her thighs together around my head, like the tremoring of her muscles told me she wanted to do. The other sank a finger into her heat, pushing past the muscles that fluttered and quivered in time with my tongue and the suction of my kisses.
I envied my fingers as I slid another into her, feeling her body stretch and accept them. Soon. I rocked them in and back out, swirling and scissoring them inside of her with each drag back out of her body.
Addy began to tremble in earnest, her body quaking, her hips rolling until she ground against my face. She wasn't even watching me anymore, though I still glanced her way to gauge her reactions. Her head was tossing back and forth and she was begging in her English words, whispering murmured pleas that called my name like some grand god she was beseeching.
If only she knew that she was the altar at which I'd worship. She was the Goddess I'd fall to my knees for.
I hooked my fingers inside her, searching for that spot that I'd found before as I sucked hard on her clit. Her entire body rolled and paused, a quiet silence before she broke apart. She buried her hands in my hair and held me tight, flush against her, while her body milked my fingers like they were my cock. She ground against my face and I let her use me in any way that she liked, dragging out her pleasure as long as I could. Thrusting my fingers in her slick channel while her body tried to pull me back in.
I relished it. Having my mate so sweetly beneath me, enjoying me, shuddering from the pleasure that I'd given her. My imagination ran wild with thoughts of our future. Of sliding my cock inside her for that first time and then the fiftieth...the hundredth...thousandth. Of feeling her body accept me in the same way that her heart and mind had. Thoughts of bending her over anything and everything in our quarters just to have her right that very moment. They turned to thoughts of her begging me to fill her, and having it flourish into life and the slightest swell of her stomach.
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When her grinding eased, my hand stole to my cock, stroking it roughly in an effort to ease some of the ache the thoughts brought on. Not yet. The thought had nearly been too much for me, so I had to drag it back and roughly table it for later, for a quieter time when we were both settled. It didn't stop the fact that fluid was beading along the tip of it though, useless as it was from the libulita we'd taken before.
"Why are you so good at this?" Her question surprised me, dragging me from the shocks of pleasure dancing up my spine to focus on where she laid on our bed, the back of her hand draped lightly over her face while her body rested limp and languid in the sheets.
When I laughed my breath brushed over her exposed pussy and I watched with not a small amount of pleasure when her leg jerked to the side just a little bit, "I told you about the time on Iepra with the hologram."
"You're this good from just watching some porn once?"
I kissed her thigh and laid it back down on the bed while I crawled over her, "I might have been a little reserved on the details, but my recommendation would be to think of the experience as being somewhere halfway between your idea of porn and between engaging with an actual courtesan."
She stared at me beneath her hand when I gently laid my body down on top of her, running my hands along her sides just to feel that connection and that simple intimacy and closeness, "You fucked a hologram?"
"Thoroughly, though sensations were dampened and it sorely lacked an emotional connection that I found I needed," I kissed her, twining my hand on her neck beneath her head to pull her deeper into the moment. She opened for me immediately and it drew a groan from the back of my throat as I bared more of my weight down against her, caging her against the bed.
Addy had won me so completely, tethered me in that bond between us that was pulling so tightly now, I'd swear it would tug me free of my body at any second. But, I was determined to give her the space to breathe and make the decision herself to move forward-- or if we would. The fact that her day had been filled with changes and shocks still stressed me, though I wouldn't argue that even I sought refuge in her constant responsibilities and concerns in our lives that we faced.
She explored me as her body opened beneath my weight, bringing her legs up until she could wrap them around my waist, her knees digging into my sides. We'd been here before, I'd even felt the wet heat of her gripping the very tip of my cock once before. It had taken everything in me not to slide home and fill her before we'd been called away. She'd wanted it and asked for it, but in all those saner moments, I had never wanted this moment to be a quick and dirty fuck on a dining room table --though it did hole sway when I was hard and she was wet enough that I could taste her in the air around me.
She wrapped her hot little fingers around my cock, teasing the fluid that had been pooling on the tip around my heated flesh. I pulled away from her questing mouth and caught her eyes just as she began to stroke me in earnest. "Are you sure, Addy? This is for forever."
Her fingers traced the line of my jaw and my lips that I'd imagine were as swollen as hers were. "From our first fair night and into our last fair morning. Let's let the world know I'm yours, Esayr."
Unburdened and unhindered. "To tying knots and binding souls, Addison Rose Kane." I kissed her forehead as I eased off of her, "On your back in the center of our bed," I glanced up to the slats of the headboard.
"I rather like it right here," her legs squeezed my hips and she pressed up, sandwiching my cock between both of our stomachs.
Naughty. I unwound her legs, hefted her, and threw her across the bed. On her second bounce, I was on top of her, dragging her hands up to the headboard and wrapping her fingers around the bars.
"Oh my god," she was breathless, "how did you even fu--"
I didn't give her the time to ask the question, instead, I settled my cock against the cradle of her hips, letting it slide through her folds, coating it in her arousal, and driving her higher each time I brushed along the side of her clit. When she squirmed beneath me this time, I felt it in a new and carnal way, spurred on by her body bare beneath me, "Do I make you feel good, Addison?"
Her yes was all I needed and she gave it to me sweetly. It tasted like her when I kissed her and she arched up into me, gifting me that perfect angle on the next slide of her body beneath me. The first inch sank ink her heat easily, "You're doing so good, Addison." I cooed as I could feel her body start to stretch at the intrusion. Progress halted, while I watched her face, gauging it for any pain or discomfort. She was tight enough to nearly strangle my cock even after that first orgasm, and I was nowhere near as deep inside her as I wanted to be.
She shifted under me and I slid a little deeper. We both groaned. I hooked my free arm underneath her hips, raising them up. I readjusted back onto my knees, just enough to allow to my other hand the freedom to return to playing with her clit. I was just barely halfway into her. With the angle change and the added stimulation, the strain on her face turned from outright discomfort to pleasure. "Do you want me to move, Addy?"
When she nodded, I gave an experimental flex of my hips, the barest thrust and retreat before I returned only this time settled deeper inside her.
"Oh god don't stop." She threw her head back into our pillows when I did it again muttering the words that I would have thought sounded angry if I couldn't feel the way her muscles rippled and gripped my cock. "Oh, fuck me."
I intended to.
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