Entwined Realms Volume One(140)

He tangled her arms in the sleeves of her shirt, the fabric trapping her and not… letting… her… touch, damn him. His grin was unmistakable against her skin, where he currently was enjoying the swell of her breast above her bra.

“Think that’s funny?” If his hands were trapping her arms, that meant they weren’t on her hips any longer, and Nalah always loved to dance, to move her hips in abandon. Today’s music was the growls and groans and sighs and laughs of the man beneath her, and she was going to take full advantage of the concert.

And what a sound spectacular it was. With each grind he answered with a groan, with each hitch of her breath a corresponding growl emitted from his own throat, the sounds scaling from a high, surprised gasp to the lowest rumble from the center of his chest.

“Nalah,” he said in a deep, desperate groan, and that was the sound she would take with her if she was allowed to remember only one sound from her life. His voice, saying her name as if the word contained every good and wanted and desired thing in this life.

Her hands now free, she encircled his neck with her arms, and his own answered by clamping around her waist. He rose, and as he did her legs came around his waist.

With quick movements he placed her on the bed, pulling off her jeans and shoes until she lay before him in her underwear. He rid himself of his own pants, and unlike her, he was naked, his cock hard. He didn’t shield himself, let himself be studied as she wished, but his eyes lost the mirth from before as he waited for her next move.

Strange. When she approached him, she expected to have a moment’s hesitation sometime during their play, a voice that would tell her this wasn’t a good idea. Right now was a perfect time for that voice to show up, but her body only thrummed. She leaned up on her elbows, giving him an exaggerated once-over. “That thing looks more dangerous than what you show in the cage.”

And with that, the mirth was back, and all hardness in him was due to desire. “Wait until you see it in action.”

“Well, for that, I think you need to come closer.” And she wanted him closer. They’d never gotten this far before, and this was the reality of what had only before been fantasies she’d spent years creating in her mind.

He prowled over her, skin rubbing over skin, his muscles skimming over her softer curves and those gorgeous, otherworldly eyes aflame as they roamed over her body. “I don’t know where to start first,” he said in low tones, but his gaze came back to hers, and he started with another of his panty-melting kisses.

Well, maybe not accurate, since his fingers pressed against her clit and the panty was still in the way. Esh didn’t let that stop him. The panties were more than damp enough that the fabric didn’t irritate and instead worked her even higher.

“Esh, good, so good.” Nalah couldn’t tell when they’d stopped kissing, but without Esh’s mouth on hers, the words flowed forth, unstoppable with his fingers against her, and coming out faster, breathier when his mouth replaced his fingers, when her panties were pulled to the side and his tongue buried itself in her body, stoking the fire he built inside her to new heights.

Esh pulled himself to his knees, their lower bodies aligned, his cock ready to plunge into her. “Nalah?”

He waited, but the voice she’d been expecting took over, at least a little, because she froze, couldn’t nod, couldn’t give him that final permission.

After a moment, Esh looked back to her exposed pussy. With the head of his cock he pushed on her clit. He started slow with only the tip, but soon came longer strokes, and now the underside of his cock slid against her, using her own moisture to lubricate the flesh.

The pressure was unrelenting, building in her body a terrible need. It was the sensations he invoked by the press of his body to hers, yes, but it also built by watching him between her legs, the hungry cast of his face as he took in her body, the visual of his hands and his hips directing his cock over her. It was that hard length of flesh on her, an instrument for her pleasure. The head moved to lay against her opening, the faintest press in, before it disappeared and moved up, bringing slickness and warmth and friction with it.

Inside, the sensation climbed, tightened, and not for anything could she keep her eyes open any longer. Instead, her head fell back as pleasure burst through her body in long, loud sweeps, leaving trembling muscles and shivering skin in its wake, and as she came back to consciousness her own whimpers met her ears.

Into this Esh’s own groans mixed, and spurts of warmth hit her pubic hair, trickled against the wetness of her lower body, a welcome brand against her skin.