The opening of the door to their rooms brought her out of fantasies.
“Come in, Paige.” His voice was dark and seductive leading her down a path from which she would never return.
The beat of her heart thundered in her ears. The tension lured teasing her with thoughts of the ultimate pleasure or the ultimate pain, and she wondered briefly which one was waiting for her.
Turning to face Cal, she pulled the first button out of the loop securing it with a smile on her face. Giving him a wink, she slipped the second button out. With a saucy throw of her hair, she pulled the rest of the buttons out, tossed the coat at him, and ran into the bedroom laughing.
He gave her a mock growl before stalking after her. She was standing in the center of the room when he entered with her top lifted around her mid-section allowing him to see the soft curve of her stomach. His growl turned deeper as he stroked her with his eyes.
In a moment he was in his Matra form. Massive, tall, and undeniably sexy. Page pulled off her shirt and tossed it his way. She watched as he rubbed it over his face, closing his eyes as the soft texture caressed him. Her heart beat with a gentle slowness as she watched him.
He opened his eyes allowing her to see the desire spreading in them. With the smile of a seductress, she slipped off her pants and then turned around and slowly wiggled her way out of her panties. She could feel her flesh shaking and didn’t even cringe. The sounds of bliss coming from her Matra’s lips was enough to encourage her.
She threw her panties at him, watching as he crushed them to his face and inhaled her scent. He moaned with pleasure as he tossed them aside and began to stalk her. The closer he came the further away she moved, sprinting around him when he tried to corner her. His long arms reached out stopping her sudden flight.
He picked her up burying his face into her pussy, grumbling deeply at the smell of her arousal. His thick tongue darted out to take a long swipe of her pussy lips. A scream of pleasure left her mouth at the coarseness of his tongue rubbing against her.
“Again!” she cried out. It felt incredible, the texture was so rough but not enough to tear her skin. A soft silk over a coarse blade bringing her both pleasure and pain. She wanted more and begged him for it.
Again he licked her and again she cried out his name. Stiffening his tongue, he probed between her lips and pushed deeply inside her. Her hoarse screams encouraging him.
He invaded her with his thick tongue, touching her so intimately her body shook with the wicked things he did. The further his tongue delved, the more she tensed feeling his movements touch her soul. She thrusted her hips against his mouth not caring that he held her up with both hands and that sudden movement might cause him to drop her. She needed to, wanted to, was driven to get his tongue deeper. The desire to flood his mouth with her nectar rode her hard.
They needed to be one in every way that counted. His tongue played with her, stabbing her deeply before retreating, giving her moments to catch her breath. “Don’t stop!” She didn’t want to catch her breathe; she wanted to ride the high he was creating in her. Her Matra was making love to her. He strengthened her, validated her, and allowed her to know she was as sexy to him as she was to the Arbrin.
In this moment the two sides of Cal became one. She would no longer think of them as two separate entities, they were simply Cal. One of the chains holding her talents snapped. Paige went over the edge when Cal’s tongue invaded her deeply and then twisted.
Her body shook as pleasure took over forcing her to cry out with ragged glory at the deep and intimate connect between them.
Minutes, hours later, she opened her eyes to find herself on the bed with Cal in his Arbrin form. The smile of smug superiority on his face was enough to let her know he was definitely proud of what he had accomplished.
“Did I pass out?”
He nodded, his smile growing wider and smugger.
She rolled over and gave him a tap on the arm. “You don’t have to look so smug about it.”
“But I can’t help it. I can still hear your cries of Cal, Cal please more. I need, I want please Cal. Don’t stop.”
“I don’t think I said all that.”
“But you did and so much more. Shall I give you a play by play?”
The redness of her cheeks was back in full force. “I think I’m good.”
He reached out gently following the curve of her cheek. “Did we disgust you, Paige? We never meant to do that, but with your fragrant pussy in our face, we needed a taste. It was supposed to be just a lick, but my Matra’s tongue is longer, rougher, and more sensitive than the Arbrin’s tongue. Your flavor shot over our tongue, almost dropping us to our knees with the taste. It must be the ambrosia I read about in your history with the god’s.”