Part 33 (1/2)
Her fingers reached for her s.e.x and she opened her slit. She was already wet.
”Whose p.u.s.s.y is that, Evelyn?”
”Yours.”
”Very good, Evelyn. And whose t.i.ts?”
”Yours, Lucian.”
”And after tonight, who will own your a.s.s?”
”You will, Lucian.”
He grumbled his approval. ”Make yourself come. You have two minutes.”
Her fingers closed over her c.l.i.t and she rubbed in fast, tight circles. Her body tightened. She replayed Lucian's words in her head, his commanding tone echoing in her mind and her s.e.x clenched. The o.r.g.a.s.m was quick and slight, nothing like the releases she experienced at Lucian's hand. She understood its purpose, however. The sharp release eased some of her tension and helped her relax.
”Very good.”
The bed dipped, and Lucian's mouth latched onto her nipple. He sucked hard and released the tip with a pop. He repeated the action on her other breast, then climbed over her torso, straddling her. He was naked. His weight sunk into her and she felt deliciously restrained.
”Open.”
Her lips parted and he leaned forward. His c.o.c.k pressed into her mouth hard and fast. He took her wrists and held them above her hands. Her back arched slightly, lifting her b.r.e.a.s.t.s. He thrust several times in quick succession, and then withdrew and scooted back.
His warm palms plumped her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and he fit himself in the tight crease he created. He f.u.c.ked her there with his wet c.o.c.k as his thumbs circled over her nipples. Other than the skid of his fingers and her building antic.i.p.ation, there was little else that stimulated her out of what he was doing. This was purely for him and she understood that.
Lucian could be achingly tender, but every once in a while he needed to a.s.sert his authority and show her that he could take his pleasure as he saw fit. Her pleasure was his to give and there was no promise as to how often she should receive it. Although what he was doing was intentionally selfish, it excited her.
It made her wet to watch him take from her with such confidence as though it were his due. She probably wouldn't feel that way if he wasn't such a generous lover for the majority of the time, but he was, and she found great pleasure in getting him off. The selfless surrender he demanded of her made her feel powerful and strong in her own way.
Heat seeped from the dark head of his c.o.c.k onto her chest. His fingers stopped teasing her nipples and simply held her as he f.u.c.ked faster. He grunted, and hot come shot between her b.r.e.a.s.t.s and trickled over her shoulder.
He slid down her body and wedged her knees apart, surprising her by driving himself deep into her p.u.s.s.y. ”Rub my come into your b.r.e.a.s.t.s.”
Her fingers slid through the warm fluid and ma.s.saged it into her skin.
”You're very wet, Evelyn. It turns you on when I take my pleasure from you, doesn't it.”
”Yes, Lucian.”
He ground himself into her. ”Pinch your nipples and don't let go until I give you permission.”
She did as he asked and he drove into her hard. His fingers worked over her c.l.i.t and he pumped in and out of her s.e.x.
Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s stung and grew surprisingly numb. She didn't let go as he slammed into her. Her o.r.g.a.s.m built, but she fought back her release, not wanting to take it without his permission. Suddenly he pinched her c.l.i.t.
Evelyn screamed and he said, ”Now, Evelyn. Release them now and come.”
Blood rushed to the tips of her b.r.e.a.s.t.s, a delicious mixture of sharp, biting pain that was quickly replaced with fiery pleasure. The same sensation filled her c.l.i.t as he relinquished his hold and she came hard, arching off the bed and calling out his name.
She wasn't given much time to recover. Lucian climbed back up her body and tapped her mouth. She opened her eyes and realized it was his c.o.c.k that had b.u.mped her.
”Taste yourself on me and suck me until I'm fully hard again.”
She took him into her mouth and licked over his solid flesh. He wasn't flaccid, but he also wasn't as erect as he usually was. It didn't take long to get him there. She tasted her arousal mixed with his and found herself growing wet for him again.
His hand sifted in her hair and he quickly directed her mouth over his c.o.c.k. The feeling of his flesh twitching and growing over her tongue as he filled her mouth was an empowering and heady thing. He released her hair and she dropped back to the pillows. He climbed off of her.
”It's time.”
Lucian set pillows in the center of the bed and guided her on top of them. The soft downy fabric cus.h.i.+oned her abdomen, and her a.s.s remained high in the air. Lucian kneeled between her legs and crawled close to her backside. Heat from his body warmed her thighs.
His hand slid up her spine, and she lowered her shoulders when he applied pressure there. ”Rest your cheek on your arms, Evelyn,” he said softly.
The snap of a cap sounded like the crack of a gun at the start of a race, drawing her shoulders tight, flooding her veins with adrenaline, and then he was separating her cheeks and ma.s.saging the cool oil around and into her hole. It heated under his touch.
Her c.l.i.t swelled as he nudged the tight knot of her a.s.s with his finger. She relaxed, having grown used to his fingers penetrating her there. When he sunk his digit deep, she sighed at the expected slow burn as it bloomed into something dark and pleasant.
There was a difference with the oil from when he used her own moisture like he usually did. This was easier, smoother. It didn't absorb as quickly as her own lubrication. He worked another finger in and she breathed out through her teeth against the intrusion, all those nerve endings jangling and protesting. Her flesh grew hot and she worked hard to remain still as he fingered her a.s.s.
Pressure expanded from within as his fingers opened and closed, and she realized he was stretching her. As he continued she crept very close to coming, but was missing that one tiny shove that would send her over the edge.
His fingers withdrew and with the sensation of new hollowness came a sense of dark antic.i.p.ation. Heat from the head of his broad c.o.c.k pressed on her hole. He was too big, several times larger than his fingers. He slicked his flesh and hers with more oil and her outer skin burned as he pressed in.
She couldn't help it, her spine stiffened and she tensed. His thumb replaced his c.o.c.k and he easily slid it in and out of her back entrance. ”Relax, baby. You're doing great. Once I'm in you'll love it. Relax so I can get there.”
Evelyn breathed out and forced her shoulders to lower. Her hot cheek burned her arm and the scolding pressure at her a.s.s returned. He leaned over her, blanketing her with his weight. She couldn't escape. He pressed into her and she shrieked at the pressure. Then he was in. She panted, feeling incredibly full and hot.
She was sweating, perspiring in places that were normally dry. His mere presence in her exerted her in ways she had never felt. He didn't move. He remained buried deep inside of her and her inner muscles fluttered. There was no relief, only Lucian, so deep inside of her she feared she would never get him out.
His breath beat over her back. She tasted the salt of her own lips as his pressed into her shoulder. ”Beautiful, Evelyn. Absolutely beautiful.”
He slowly drew his weight off of her and pulled. Pulled was the only word to describe it. It wasn't the same as v.a.g.i.n.al s.e.x. He didn't withdraw. Her body clung to him and he pulled her with him as he retracted his c.o.c.k from her a.s.s. It felt tight and fulfilling. When he slammed back in, she gasped.
Yes! So forceful, the cus.h.i.+on of her behind and her legs, fitted more together than when he usually f.u.c.ked her, allowed him to take her hard. Possession.
He pulled out and drilled into her again. Her fists twisted in the bedding. Each time he pulled, she wanted him back harder and deeper. As his pace increased so did her breathing. There was an ever-present emotional intensity when they made love. That was still there, but being taken like this brought about a physical intensity she hadn't known she was craving.
Evelyn wanted him to take her as hard as he could. When he gripped the back of her shoulder, pinning his thumb at her nape, her s.e.x fluttered and throbbed, building into an intense wave that would soon crash over her, cooling her scorching hot skin. Lucian grunted, as did she.
She called out a myriad of filthy words, begging him to relentlessly f.u.c.k her. Encouraged, he rode her harder. She needed to come. Oh, G.o.d, did she need to come.
Fire blistered over her a.s.s as Lucian's hand came down hard on her hind flesh. ”Come!”
Her soul soared out of the cage of her bones, and white noise washed out all sound as a tsunami of an o.r.g.a.s.m broke from within. She shouted through the quivering and Lucian f.u.c.ked her so fast, both of them were practically flat on their bellies. His shouts echoed hers, and then hot come was drenching her a.s.s. Holy s.h.i.+t, there was nothing that compared to a.n.a.l s.e.x. It didn't outdo regular s.e.x, but it was an entirely different sort of animal. All she knew was that she wanted to do it again.