Page 68 of Crown of Flame
I rock forward with a moan as the tip of his cock slips into me.
He gasps in surprise at the sensation but doesn’t loosen his hold. Slowly he rocks forward, sliding into me tortuously as he adjusts to the feeling.
His cock is like steel and fills me with an indescribable warmth, making me moan and lean farther into him. His hands tighten, as he moves my body slowly back and forth, making his cock slide slowly in and out of me.
“Lay me down,’ I moan, wanting him to have the whole experience.
He lays me on my back among the destruction and climbs over me, eager to be back inside my heat.
Carefully he aligns his cock with my entrance and thrusts forward with uncertainty. His cock slips into my slickened entrance and slides slowly back out of me. He does it again, torturing me with the lazy pace, as every short-thrust winds me tighter.
“Cinis,” I plead, arching my hips toward him and meeting him on a downward stroke that envelops his entire length.
We moan at the same time, and I wrap my hands around his neck and pull him down to kiss me once more.
Cinis succumbs to my demand, his lips locking onto mine as his cock thrusts deep within me. I gasp into his mouth as my body adjusts to the pleasure of him filling me up. His tongue teases mine, distracting me from the steady rhythm he's setting between us.
He breaks away from our kiss, looking down at me with an intensity that sends sparks of desire shooting through my veins. Everything around us fades into nothingness, leaving only the heat and urgency of our bodies colliding together.
“You feel so good,” he groans, each thrust echoing his words as his cock sinks deeper within me. “So tight, so wet…”
His words fuel my desire and I meet him stroke for stroke, grinding against him as I chase the peak that's slowly building within me. He leans down to capture one nipple with his lips, rocky teeth tugging lightly and making me arch up into him with a whimper.
The pleasure is potent, making my mind reel as wave after wave crashes over me. My fingers claw at the dirt beneath us as Cinis’ movements become more urgent. His hips are a blur against mine and each thrust shoots a wave of pleasure through both of us.
As he grinds into me, he releases my nipple with a soft pop. He looks into my eyes, searching for something - permission perhaps - before running his thumb over my clit in soft circles.
The sudden increase in sensations makes me squirm underneath him, but he holds me steady with his body weight and a gentle hand on my hip. He continues his assault as he watches my face for the signs that I’m close.
With every circle, his rhythm becomes more confident, each thrust bringing a new wave of pleasure that courses through my veins. I can feel the heat spiraling within me, and I dig my fingers into his back, urging him on.
"Harder," I whisper, the word barely escaping my lips as he complies. His pace increases, the thrusts becoming more forceful, and his well-coordinated arm never leaves my clit. My heart beats in time with our bodies, a rhythm that’s all our own. I can feel my climax nearing, the heat pooling in my core and spreading throughout my body.
Cinis’ breath hitches at my command, his brows furrowing as he doubles his efforts. He shifts slightly, angling himself to hit that sweet spot deep within me. Pleasurable jolts course through my body at his every movement.
"Gods, Cinis," I moan out loud, my voice echoing in the stillness around us. "Don't stop!"
He obliges, his thrusts becoming more desperate as he goes faster, harder, reaching new depths within me. His hands grip my hips pulling me up to meet him in a frenzy of movement.
His gaze is locked onto mine, watching every flicker of pleasure that crosses my expression. The sight of his eyes darkened with lust and need sends another wave of desire pooling in my lower belly. His strong body moves against mine with a powerful grace that has me teetering on the edge of ecstasy.
The pressure builds, each stroke bringing me closer and closer to the brink. My heart pounds in my chest, mirroring the rhythm between us. His cock fills me over and over again, stoking the relentless fire in my core.
A low growl escapes his lips as he feels me tightening around him. "Let go for me," he orders roughly, his voice strained with arousal.
His command is all it takes. Waves of pleasure crash over me, robbing me of breath and thought. I gasp loudly, my body convulsing under him as climax seizes me. It's an onslaught of sensation - pleasure so intense I can barely stand it.
Cinis continues thrusting into me throughout my orgasm, watching with dark eyes as I come apart beneath him. My nails dig into his back, and I scream out his name.
But he doesn't stop there. His thrusts become even more erratic, his control slipping. I see it in his eyes - his primal need to release. I tighten my hold around him, whispering words of encouragement as he lets go of all restraint.
I can see it in his eyes - the anticipation, the surrender when he finally lets go. His voice is husky and low when he utters my name like a plea or maybe a prayer. His rhythm falters and then picks up again with a fervor that has me gasping for breath.
Suddenly, his movements falter and he swears under his breath as a spasm wrenches through him. I can feel him throbbing inside me as he comes undone.
His body jerks with each pulse, every thrust drawing out the ecstatic high until there's nothing left but the two of us panting for breath amidst shared warmth and satisfaction.
My orgasm washes over me like a tidal wave crashing onto the shore, intense and powerful enough to make me forget everything but the feeling of Cinis inside of me.