“All of that,” she whispered. “I want all of that. Fuck me, Diego, I need you. I want you to fuck me now. Please.”
His eyes, looking up over her naked body straight into hers, told Isolde everything about his own need, but he didn’t stop or move away. Instead, he pressed his mouth on her pussy, his tongue licking over his own fingers, making a lazy circle around her clit, tearing another scream from Isolde’s mouth.
Please let these walls be soundproof. I will scream for real soon. Very soon. There, just there, I…
The third finger went slower than the first two, forcing her body to take it in. Isolde bit her pillow not to scream her throat sore, not yet at least – it felt heavenly to be stretched wide by those amazing, long fingers pushing so deep inside her. She clenched around them, feeling heat rise to the surface of her entire body from head to toe.#p#分页标题#e#
She didn’t remember it ever being so good, so utterly, mind-blowingly good. Her body had ceased listening to her mind, because her mind was in shambles of just how much she enjoyed every touch Diego allowed her. She thrust herself upwards mindlessly, seeking more contact while trying to fuck herself on Diego’s fingers as he’d said. He was watching her, his mouth slightly parted, eyes burning.
“I want to see you like that all the time,” he said, twisting his fingers inside her to make her sob inaudible words again. “Hot and wet, writhing underneath me, riding me…”
Isolde was almost entirely certain that if the general didn’t stop talking soon, she was going to come from his fingers and words alone. The whole thing was entirely unfair, why should only he get to torture her like that…
“Let me touch you,” she pleaded hoarsely. “I want to feel how hard you are, how big you are.”
She had judged correctly that Diego couldn’t resist that, ultimately. The general snarled, but pulled back. The sense of emptiness was horrible for a moment, but Isolde knew she had to make him mad with lust too if she wanted to get what she really wanted.
Diego let her push him to his back, but if he had expected Isolde to give him a hand job, he was going to be disappointed – or not, Isolde thought as Diego moaned low and long as she licked a long trail up the shaft of his cock. He tasted so good, resting hot and heavy on her tongue. There was no way she could take all of him into her mouth, but she went as far as she could. With every inch she took, licking over the head of Diego’s cock as she went, the general arched up from the bed, his hand in Isolde’s hair, a nigh soundless cry on his lips.
“Fuck, Isolde,” he grunted and the way his voice shook just a bit was all the incentive Isolde needed to try it again, only to be rewarded with a long, drawn-out moan.
She took him in further, more and more every time she moved a little lower, making Diego’s hips twist under her mouth. His hands guided her head, pulling her down as far as she could go. It was such a power rush, Isolde thought, to have that man writhing under her tongue, hanging on her every movement, shivering of something she did. Having seen what Diego was capable of, it was exhilarating to know she could make him shudder – the man who was unbeatable.
She wanted him. No, what had been simple wanting before was now a need, a burning, aching need to have him in her, pounding her into the bed until they were both too exhausted to move. She pulled away from him, taking in the mouth-watering image of Diego lying there, his mighty chest heaving, his perfect muscled body glistening, mouth slightly parted…
Then she found herself underneath him again before she even realized he was moving. Her legs spread, Isolde rubbed herself against him, kissing him furiously. When Diego’s hands moved back between her legs, she nearly whimpered from frustration.
“Fuck me,” she begged. “I need your cock inside me… please.”
Diego shivered. At least Isolde wasn’t alone in the blinding, desperate longing. The general pushed his fingers in a few more times to make sure she was prepared, making Isolde whimper in need.
“Please,” she pleaded, desperation breaking her voice. “Claim me. Make me yours. I want to be filled by you.”
She saw Diego’s resolve crumble. A yelp escaped her as Diego lifted her legs over his thighs, laying down over her. The head of his cock, huge and throbbing against her legs, pressed against her pussy. Isolde cried out as he pushed the head in, about to be properly taken at last. Even with all the preparation, she felt every inch of Diego stretching her wider for him. She moaned in ecstasy, in the amazing pain of being filled with such a huge cock, of it fitting into her like they were made for each other.
She was gasping for air, every thought wiped from her head when Diego was finally fully seated, balls deep within her. He barely fit, perfectly filling her to the brink. Then he moved, slowly at first to let her body adjust, but neither of them was going to be satisfied with that.
“Harder,” Isolde gasped, dragging her nails over Diego’s chest, looking into those bottomless ocean blue eyes. “Fuck me hard, I want to feel all of you. Make me scream – ah!”
The shout escaped her lips as Diego grinned above her and gave a sharp thrust. It left Isolde breathless and trembling. She wanted more, more, yes, yes…
“Yes!” she screamed as Diego settled into a brutal rhythm that sent a wave of pleasure over her every time he slammed into her, making her body shudder to its core. “Oh fuck yes, Diego, oh god it feels so good, fuck me fuck me fuck…”#p#分页标题#e#
Her words switched from English to Brionese to whatever other language popped into her head, but Diego hardly seemed to care. He leaned down on his elbows to kiss the tumbling words out of Isolde’s mouth, groping her tits as he continued to pound his cock into her, his breath coming short already.
Isolde didn’t think she’d ever felt anything even remotely as good. Her entire body shuddered with each thrust, Diego’s weight on top her and his scent driving the last bit of coherence from her mind. Even her voice had almost given in, she could only scream, biting down on Diego’s shoulder not to lose her mind entirely in the absolute bliss of it. She was so, so close to the edge of it all, ever caught in the need to make it last and to reach the peak.
She felt Diego gasp, felt his cock throbbing inside her pussy, which clenched down in response, hungry, wet. They’d lost all rhythm they had had completely and were reduced to writhing on the edge of their pleasure, Isolde’s screams drowning out the shuddering of the bed beneath them and Diego’s moans in her ear.
“Yes,” she whimpered, clenching down around Diego, her body sore and her legs trembling. “Ah, yes, Diego, I’m – I’m gonna…”
He didn’t stop his maddening rhythm for a moment as Isolde screamed as she came, nearly blacking out because of the intense pleasure, shaking. Diego groaned, low and deep, sounding sexy enough to make Isolde throb in need even seconds after coming. His thrusts were completely frantic, rhythmless, desperate, and he growled something that might have been her name, pounding his release into her.
Isolde moaned, feeling a warmth spill inside her, both of them remaining twisted around each other for a long minute, coming down from the euphoric height they’d just reached. Lying there, complete and sated, before untangling themselves from the mess of limbs they were.
“That was amazing,” Isolde said then, breathing heavily. “Wanna do it again?”
Her now very real alien husband laughed though his heaving breaths, but his eyes were alight with passion. He rolled over on top of her, smirking. “Oh yes,” he said, making Isolde shiver and smile in return. “Whoever said you needed to consummate the binding only once?”
CHAPTER THIRTY-TWO
Isolde
They had thoroughly exhausted themselves, as she’d wanted. Isolde had to admit that even though her body presented her with some really conflicting arguments of wanting to get some rest and to never, ever get out of Diego’s bed, she was quite happy.
She was eating breakfast, a bit of a girls party. On Terra, she would have joked and called it an engagement party, bachelorette party and wedding all rolled into one. Other than Eleya, no one knew that the binding had only happened the night before, but that didn’t matter. Very few things seemed to on that day.
They were still in the palace. Aneya and Eleya had come to join her in celebrating Diego’s victory in the arena. Aneya was serving them drinks and even Deliya had agreed that it was a special occasion where it was okay to cut loose a bit.
“It seems everything is going as we hoped,” Aneya was saying. Isolde thought that now that she was truly Diego’s gesha, it was better to start making friends with the ones he held close, although she would have gladly lived without Aneya. Deliya had been right. That woman did not like her, but so far she hadn’t said anything particularly mean either, so Isolde let her be for the time being.
She didn’t have time to make friends with the whole intergalactic danger hanging over their heads, especially with someone she doubted wanted to be her friend in the first place, but any friendly or familiar face was good. And for Diego’s sake, she would try, later.