Page 37 of Crown of Flame

“What are you doing?” he asks as I slide down between his legs.

“Returning the favor,” I say huskily as I take him in my hand once more.

“Returning the favor?” he echoes, confusion clear on his handsome face, still flushed from pleasure.

“Yes,” I confirm, my voice barely more than a whisper against his skin as I trace a finger along the inside of his thigh. “Just relax, Cinis.”

He nods, his muscles slowly relaxing under my touch. His breath hitches when I lower to his torso, pressing a soft kiss there. “Tickles…” he says, but there's a catch in his voice that suggests it's more than just ticklish.

I chuckle softly against his skin, then move to press kisses along the long line of his shaft. The soft sounds he makes at this bring a thrill to me, and I can't suppress the shiver that travels through me.

"Is it alright?" My query is meant to provide reassurance, but the confidence in my own voice surprises me.

“It is... It’s good. Very good,” he replies and part of me rejoices at the surrender in his voice.

Encouraged, I lower my mouth over the head of his cock, wrapping my lips around him gently. His body tenses for a moment before he lets out a low moan that sends shivers down my spine.

As I begin to move, taking more of him into my mouth with each stroke, exploring this new part of him with tender curiosity and desire to give pleasure, his fiery arms find a place in my hair. His fingers tighten in response to what must be an overwhelming pleasure.

Steadily, rhythm builds as we move together in silent harmony. The sensation is intoxicating. I find myself surprised at how good he tastes.

He feels good in my mouth, his stony member seeming fleshlike. His quiet whimpers are pleasing to me.

Gently, I explore further, tracing the intricate veins mapping his length with the flat of my tongue, drawing more delicious sounds from him at each new discovery. An unexpected whimper escapes him as I gently suckle at his sensitive tip. “Oh...” It's a mere whisper of surprise mixed with pleasure, and I sense his surprise at his own reaction.

I pull back slightly, glancing up at him from under my lashes to catch his eyes half-lidded with pleasure. He catches my gaze and gives me a small nod, an encouraging sign for me to continue.

Each bob of my head draws a groan from him that vibrates through me, stirring a responsive warmth within me that has nothing to do with the physical act we're engaged in.

His hand tightens in my hair, an involuntary response to the mounting pleasure. The other reaches down to hold onto mine, intertwining our fingers. His grip is tight, grounding us both in this intimate moment.

With building urgency, he thrusts gently into my mouth, attempting to match the rhythm of my movements. His breath hitches when I change pace unexpectedly.

He pulls me up to him and presses his mouth to mine, kissing me deep and passionately as his cock throbs against his stomach. He rolls me back to my side and slides his arm down to my wet folds, teasing the entrance.

His breath hitches as I take his cock in my hands again and begin to stroke him

He gently eases a finger inside me with a surprised groan and begins to slide it in and out of me, matching the rhythm of my hand on him.

“More,” I gasp, “Another one, please.”

He seems to understand because he slides a second finger in and continues to move in time with my motions.

His touch is burning, yet so tender. I lean back, taking in the pleasure.

His rocky arm splits dexterously, stretching me deliciously and causing my heart to pound furiously in my chest.

He moves in a slow rhythm, causing delicious friction.

I feel a wave of pleasure build like a storm inside me as I trace the head of his cock with every stroke of my hand.

Suddenly, a whimper escapes my lips as he starts to rub against my most sensitive spot in small, circular motions. His touch is deliberate, fueling that fire within me even stronger.

Desire builds as we continue this synchronous dance of love and lust. Each movement and stroke transports both of us into an abyss of ecstasy. The tension coils tighter and tighter within us until it's unbearable.

"I… I can't-" I manage to stutter out between breaths. But he continues his ministrations, urging me towards that precipice looming ahead. It's overwhelming, too much and yet somehow not enough.

“Don’t stop,” he murmurs, his voice a husky whisper, his hand holding mine steady on him. His fingers press deeper into me, the rhythm relentless now.