Page 77 of Crown of Flame
We’re led to a small home and shown to the room we’ll be staying in for the night. As soon as I see the bed, I look up at Cinis, to watch him take it all in. As he makes himself comfortable and clean, I know exactly how I want to spend the night with him.
Once I have scrubbed the blood from my body, I enter our room and drop the towel that covers my naked body. Cinis looks up from where he lays on the ground, with a piqued interest and a smile.
“Here?” he asks, looking around.
“Yes,” I breathe, my breath already catching at the thought of having Cinis inside me.
His thoughtful eyes watch me as I climb onto him and between his legs. Holding his gaze, he forms his cock, which I take in my hand, making him jerk in response at the suddenness.
Slowly I take him in my mouth, reveling in the way my lips wrap around the tip. His cock is hot and throbbing as I swirl my tongue along the ridge. His breath catches and he arches his off the bed, thrusting tentatively into my mouth.
Cinis' fiery tendrils tangle in my hair, grazing my scalp. I can tell he’s trying to navigate the tidal wave of sensations crashing through him, struggling to remain grounded amidst the cyclone of pleasure.
“Yes…” he groans, the sound swallowed by the silent night outside.
I move slowly, deliberately, drawing out each sensation until it's nothing but a sweet pulsing echo. Each bob of my head is met with a quiet gasp from Cinis, his body trembling beneath mine. With each downward stroke, he fills me completely, making my eyes water at the edges.
His chest is rising and falling rapidly now and I can see his knuckles turn white as he grips me tighter. I feel his body tense beneath mine and know that he’s close.
But this isn’t about rushing to an end. This is about sharing our bond and taking as much time as we need.
Reducing my pace, I continue to stroke him with my tongue, relishing in his taste and warmth as it fills my mouth. The way his breath hitches as our eyes meet across the space of skin and air between us sends shivers down my spine.
I pull my mouth off of his cock with a pop and climb back over to straddle him. He watches with curiosity as I hover my entrance above him.
Slowly, I sink down onto his throbbing cock, throwing my head back as the heat that courses through him penetrates me and spreads through my body.
Cinis's eyes flash with a raw, primal desire, as he watches me take him inside, inch by unbearable inch. He gives a groan, a low guttural sound that rumbles deep within his chest as I fully impale myself onto him. His hands instinctively fly to my hips, fingers digging in desperately as a sheen of perspiration begins to form on his skin.
He breathes out, struggling to find words that have been lost in an ocean of overwhelming pleasure. His gaze is locked onto where our bodies are joined - an intimate connection that has him captivated and entranced.
I start moving slowly, savoring the feeling of him inside me. The rhythm starts off languid and slow, both of us just taking the time to feel each other.
My hands find purchase on his broad shoulders as I rock my hips back and forth gently, creating an almost hypnotic rhythm that has us both gasping for breath.
The room fills with the sounds of our shared desire - soft moans and gasps escaping our lips. Each thrust brings a new wave of pleasure washing over us, our bodies entwined in a dance that once seemed so strange to him.
From beneath me, Cinis arches up into me, seeking more of that sweet friction that has us both shivering with delight. His tendrils dig even deeper into my flesh, leaving behind marks that will serve as a silent reminder of this union.
Suddenly Cinis rolls me onto my back, pulling out of me briefly.
He thrusts back inside me and makes me cry out in ecstasy.
His head dips down to kiss between my breasts, licking my skin until he comes across my nipples. His hot tongue flicks across one, making me moan and arch up into him.
His lips are gentle, but the sensations he's causing are anything but. The flick of his tongue sends fiery shivers straight to my core, a hot coil winding tight as he alternates between the two sensitive peaks with sinful precision.
His hands are still gripping my hips tightly, guiding my movements to meet his own. I can feel him lengthen and throb inside me with every roll of my hips.
With each thrust, he goes deeper, hitting places within me that make stars burst behind my closed eyelids. Whimpering, I clutch at his shoulders, nails digging into his firm flesh as an answer to the pleasure-pain he's causing.
"Look at me," he commands gruffly just as he sinks into me once again.
I obey, opening my eyes to find him staring down at me with a look so intense it steals my breath away. His dark eyes are glowing with a fire that matches the heat burning between our linked bodies.
"I want to see you," he rasps, voice thick with lust and admiration as he thrusts into me again. His voice is a commanding tone that leaves no room for question or doubt in its wake. He wants to witness every shudder of pleasure, every trembling breath, every soft gasp of ecstasy that escapes from my lips.
The sight of him above me, his body coiled with tension and desire, makes me arch beneath him instinctively. Each thrust sends a shockwave of pleasure through my core, each one more powerful than the last.