Under His Wings(6)

“I want you,” he whispered into her mouth.

She nodded, her rasps harsh and quick as she encircled his neck. He smoothed his rough, calloused palms down the satiny skin of her thighs and calves and felt like a bumbling bull in the most precious china shop. She was so petite and, even though he lay under her, his big body dwarfed hers. Beneath his touch, smooth flesh gave way to puckered ridges and hard scars. They marred her left hip, thigh and lower leg as if a fire wog had gotten ahold of her but she’d escaped before its hellish blaze could touch the rest of her body. Nicolai’s heart clenched at the pain such wounds must have caused.

Her restless movement above him wrenched a harsh expulsion of breath from his lungs. A glance down revealed the ruddy, glistening head of his cock had snuck past the waistband of his pants as if eager for a peek at the sweet, hot heaven pressed against it. The plum-shaped tip was nestled in her curls, swollen and impatient to be tucked between the folds guarding her sex.

“Take me in your sweet pussy,” he said, demand and desperation abraded his voice. “Don’t make me wait.”

With a needy whimper, she balanced her weight on her knees, reached beneath the loose band of his pants and freed his cock. Thick and heavily veined, it seemed almost brutish in her grasp. She squeezed then stroked his cock from root to tip. He trembled beneath her touch and a clear drop of fluid welled from the narrow slit at the top of his cock head. Damn, her touch branded him, seared through his flesh and straight into his soul.

She set him at the mouth of her body, wrapped her arms around his neck once more and eagerly pressed down. He groaned, his fingers clutched her hips and grasped tight for the wild ride. Shit. He sharply inhaled as his hips surged upward. It had been several months since they’d become lovers yet that first moment of penetration still stole the air from his lungs. This time proved no different. That initial resistance as he pushed into her. The immeasurable pleasure as her tiny entrance stretched around his cock. The quivers and spasms that fluttered over his dick as her pussy struggled to accommodate his width and length.

He knew he was big, even more so compared to her small, compact body. But this didn’t prevent her from sucking him deep within her tight sex. Slick and hot, her pussy molded to his cock as if it had been created to glove him…embrace him.

Her breath hitched in her throat and a shudder raced down her slender spine. But she didn’t ask him to stop his steady, determined invasion. This was no gentle easing like the first few times they’d made love. And from the subtle rocking of her hips, she didn’t want gentle or easy.

“More,” he snarled. Lust was a ruthless master and he submitted to the fiery lash of its whip. He abandoned her hip and splayed one hand across her spine. He urged her to arch back over his arm. When she complied, he rose, latched onto her nipple, suckling so hard she cried out and bucked like a wild filly. Desire, sharp and brutal, struck at his gut, throbbed in his dick, and in response her pussy took him a couple inches deeper. He grunted against her flesh, his tongue lashing the stiffened tip with hard, quick flicks.

Again, her sharp wail filled his ears and the room. Her back bowed, her fingers rose to his head, twisting and tugging on his hair. He switched from one mound to the other, treating the neglected nub with the same attention while he continued to bury his cock inside her grasping sex. The bead of flesh on his tongue, the velvet clasp of her pussy—it was good. So fucking good.

He lifted his head, freeing her nipple with a soft pop as he transferred his grip to her hips and lifted her off his cock. Her shivery moan of objection turned into a yelp of shock as he eased her back down, needing to be as close to her as possible.

“Again,” she whispered.

He stroked his palms up her back and cupped her shoulders, his arms creating a brace for her as he leaned forward and momentarily withdrew from her body. Within seconds, he grasped her waist and plunged back into her wet heat. He set up a pounding pace that catapulted them both toward the inevitable climatic end of this ride. With each thrust, he ground his pelvis against her clit and ripped a cry from her throat. His lips settled in the dip at the base of her neck as he rode her toward oblivion.

She tilted her head back, arched into a deeper bow. The submissive posture snapped something in his chest and the animalistic growl that emerged from the soul of his beast reverberated against her skin. Her scream rang out seconds before her pussy clamped down on his cock. He swore as the orgasm swelled and broke over him. It seized him in its powerful jaws, a willing captive. Just as he surrendered, a sizzle prickled low between his shoulder blades and raced down his spine—the only warning he received before, with a hollow whoosh, his wings punched the air behind him.