He lay back down on the bed. His hands gripped her ass and allowed him to direct her movements.
“That’s it, let yourself go.” He encouraged her as he increased the pressure on her hips, speeding her motions.
Willow pulled her hand away from her body, intending to pull him back to her, but he quickly stopped her.
“Not yet. You aren’t done yet.”
When she didn’t put her hand back immediately, Seth stopped thrusting and lifted her off his hips, withdrawing himself. When she stared at him confused, he smiled. Her attempts to lower herself back onto him were met with resistance.
“Not until you begin to please yourself again,” he whispered.
Wasting no time, she put her fingers back on her dripping pussy. Feeling a bit mischievous herself, Willow stuck a finger in her pussy, wiping the juices on her swollen clit as she slowly slid her fingers across. Seth pulled her back down onto his cock, once again filling her completely.
Watching his face closely, Willow smiled. Seth seemed excited by what she had just done. Taking a chance, she switched hands and lifted the finger with her cream on it to his mouth. Slipping her finger past his lips, Willow increased her speed as he sucked on her finger hungrily.
“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “Harder.”
Seth pulled her hard against him but it wasn’t enough.
“Harder,” she moaned again.
With a growl, Seth pulled her hand away and, rolling them over, he shifted her legs to his shoulders. Holding most of his weight on his arms, he began to pound inside of her.
“Oh, God, yes,” she cried out. Willow curled her fingers, her nails digging into his arms but neither paid any attention. They were both too lost in the sensations to stop. He was thrusting inside her hard and fast, and she loved it, raising her hips to meet him with as much force as she was able to manage. The harder he thrust, the louder her moans became and the more intense her pleasure. This time as an orgasm ripped through her body she swore she saw stars coming to life. Within seconds Seth collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged and muscles trembling beneath her touch.
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No woman has made me lose control like this in a very long time! He was exhausted.
Lying on top of her, he was completely spent, unable to even hold his weight off her because every muscle was shaking as he fought desperately to regain control of his body.
He had lost count long ago of how many years had passed since any woman had affected his body as Willow had that night. He wasn’t even sure if any other woman had made him lose control as fully as he just had with her. Seth’s teeth lengthened, wanting to taste her more fully but he forced himself to wait. There would be time enough to satisfy that particular craving after he made sure she was well satisfied. He had never left a lady unfulfilled, and wouldn’t start now. Besides, if the small sample of blood he had tasted during one of their kisses could cause such havoc on his senses, how much more would truly drinking from her affect him?
Finally getting his hunger under control, he rolled off her, not missing her low whimper when he moved. Pulling slightly away, he removed the well-used condom and dropped it into a trashcan he kept beside his bed. When that chore was completed, he pulled her close, fitting her body tight against his. Propping his head on one arm, he draped the other across her waist and stroked her stomach.
This woman was a true delight. Never would he have dared hope for such a wildcat in bed. Even now, knowing his body would need a little time to recuperate before he could once again bury himself within her, he felt his lust for her stirring.
She turned and looked back at him, a look of wonder on her face.
“What’s going through your mind, sweetheart?” And he really did want to know. That was another thing that surprised him—how much he did not want to simply pry into her mind.
“I was just wondering if I should get dressed,” Willow answered honestly.
Her answer confused him. Usually he was the one who was ready for the woman to leave. Never before had a woman wished to jump straight out of his bed like that. “Why?”
“So you can take me home.”
Looking down at her, he resisted the urge to sigh. He even managed to control the more difficult to resist temptation of probing her mind and seeing what was going on inside of her. He wasn’t ready for her to leave yet, but the decision to stay had to be hers. If she wished for him to take her home that night he would oblige her. Free will was a big deal with his people.
“Do you want me to take you home now?” He kept his tone gentle, as though he weren’t screaming inside for her to stay. Every part of him protested that he had not had nearly enough of her yet.