Both her mouth and sex watered at his gorgeous nakedness.
The dreams had been real to her, but being here with him in real life…it was like comparing black-and-white to hi-definition. One was great until you discovered and experienced the other. Then there was no going back.
“Damn!” Nicolai froze, a scowl darkening his face. Without warning he jackknifed to his feet, barked, “Don’t you dare move,” and stalked naked from the living room.
She obeyed. Not out of fear—her limbs were still Jell-O after her last orgasm.
Short moments later, he returned. Dropping to his knees between her legs, he lifted a silver square to his mouth, gripped it between his white teeth and ripped a strip from the top. Damn. It had completely slipped her mind to request protection. She’d never been that forgetful. Not even with—her mind slammed down before it could complete the sentence. Bringing him into the room seemed blasphemous.
Nicolai sheathed his cock and in a blur of movement fell over her in an animalistic crouch, resembling a great lion more than the eagle-stallion combination of his true form. His head lowered and he captured her mouth in a hot kiss that left her panting. Hunger flared in her belly, clenched her sex as if the powerful orgasm had been hours ago instead of minutes.
“Put your legs and arms around me,” he said against her lips, voice guttural, harsh. “Hold onto me. And don’t let go.”
God, that was her fear. When the time came, she feared she wouldn’t be able to let go. A tremble unconnected to desire skittered through her as she complied with his demand.
His cock pushed into her and simultaneously chased the frightening thought from her mind.
She gasped. Now this remained the same. The burning and stretching of her pussy as the head probed then penetrated her body, followed by the first couple of inches of wide, thick cock. She hissed in pain-laced pleasure as her muscles flexed around his rigid flesh, attempting to relax and adjust.
“Hmmm,” he hummed, one hand palming the back of her neck and the other cupping the curve of her ass, holding her off the floor and pressed to his body. His strength awed her, made her feel delicate and safe. “Do that again.”
Do what again? He’s the one doing all the work.
Another low chuckle. “Squeeze me with your pussy again,” he clarified. A groan, long and sensual, rolled from his chest as she clenched her walls around the length of him embedded inside her. “Yes,” he said, tilting her head back and burying his face in her throat. “Like that.”
His hips withdrew, dragging his cock out those few precious increments, then began a steady rhythm of advance and retreat on her pussy. She shuddered in his hold as he continued his sensual campaign, rocking back and forth, murmuring calming, encouraging words against her skin until he was fully buried inside her spasming sex.
Only then did he pause and allow her to become accustomed to his width and length. The dreams didn’t compare to reality. His muscled arms clutched her tight while his erection throbbed in her pussy. Every pulse, every jerk resonated deep inside her. She shook in his arms, overwhelmed and overtaken. His body covered and filled her. Her flesh was forever tattooed by his scent, his lips, his cock.
“Shhh…” He eased her like one would a fractious filly. His palm massaged her nape while the other stroked her spine before cupping her ass again. His lips slid up her neck, sipped at her jaw and finally took her lips in a kiss that stirred and soothed.
“Ready?” he asked. She nodded, her breath a caged prisoner. “Good,” he murmured, then set about fucking her.
Deep, hard plunges into her pussy. Slow, erotic grinds of his hips. Short, shallow jabs of his cock. He gave them all to her, assuaging and stoking the conflagration building inside her sex. She twisted in his embrace, her cries becoming hoarse mewls as his thrusts alternated, driving her toward orgasm but not letting her go over the edge.
“Nico,” she rasped, her arms clinging vines around his shoulders. “Please.” She shuddered as his pelvic bone stroked her clit. “Please let me go.”
Not release her. God, she never wanted him to release her. Just give her release.
With a moan, he crushed his mouth to hers and as if the leash on his control snapped, he rode her hell-bent-for-leather.
And flung her into orgasm.
It crashed into her, over her, inside her.
The previous two, as cataclysmic as they’d been, couldn’t compare to this devastating soul-shaping event. It changed her. She became a part of the stars and sky she soared to meet.
And as she plummeted back to earth, wings of the richest chocolate-dipped-in-cream soared above her, filling her vision. She gasped, releasing Nicolai to reach for them. As in her dreams, their beauty never failed to amaze her.