Page 195 of Dare
Venting for air, I pleaded, “No. You will live with me.”
For a third time, we moved in unison. Jeryn released me and slung his cock from between my thighs. Vacating the ledge, I whirled on him, and we flung ourselves into each other.
The king hoisted my leg over his hip and fastened me there. I grabbed his ass in one hand and seizing his profile with the other. His free digits carved into my hair and hauled our foreheads together.
This was my favorite way to fuck him. Standing tall, face to face, equal in every way.
Dark blue lined those frosted eyes, the orbs catching me in their grip. I rubbed my nose with his, prompting a hiss and an instinctual flick of his waist. Rocked to the core, I cried out again as Jeryn hauled his cock between my folds.
My pussy grabbed his solid flesh as it pumped. Like this, his tip struck a place that wrenched a holler from me.
“Jeryn!” I encouraged. “Oh, Seasons. Right there.”
“Where, my beast?” He exaggerated his movements, snapping his hips and splitting me open for him. “There?”
“Yeah,” I said, nodding vehemently.
Fuck me there. Love me there.
Flush with each other, we stared and vaulted in place, mist and sweat raining down our skin. Anguished sounds fell off my tongue, in tune with our movements. Jeryn throttled his waist between my legs, his fingers bracketing my thigh, my knee steepling over his lurching ass.
We shouted into one another. The noises merged into a single one, loud enough to fell the trees, powerful enough to stir the ocean. It went on and on, my body sealed to his, rubbing and shaking and gyrating.
The weight of his sac hung heavily, the sensation enticing as the wide head of his cock stuck in and out. His tempo stretched me, filled me, fueled me. My pussy clutched his girth, the length toughening, the abrasion turning me into a firecracker. Any moment, I would ignite, blast into the canopy, and explode into a thousand flecks of light.
Jeryn’s gaze moored itself to my own, eyes flashing, the slopes of his face tightening. I knew that look. I loved that look. Those eyes like glass, so clear on me, easy to see through. They revealed everything, including the heat pressing against the edges of his being.
I’d seen him come infinite times, knew the harsh slant of his features meant he was close. Blood mottled his glistening chest, the size of his cock broadened, and his muscles shuddered. The impending release gushed to the crown of his body, his vigorous cock soaked by me. His fingers burrowed deeper into my backside and scalp, and his tongue pressed against the wall of his teeth to restrain a bellow.
He was suffering, holding back, waiting for me. The knowledge kindled me anew.
Releasing his ass, I slid my hand up the side of his frame, tracing every toned muscle. My palms skimmed his lunging waist, the track of his spine, the hewn surface of his abs, the plates of his chest. Jeryn’s gaze flickered, awe and chaos churning there.
My hands alone did this to him, I realized. Maybe they always had.
My free fingers cradled the ledge of his jaw, my thumb stroking his profile. With the other hand, I continued my ascent, gliding and sketching over his biceps, his pecs, drawing a path to his heart.
When my palm landed there, Jeryn’s pulse went wild. It slammed into my hand as though trying to break through and reach me.
Leaning down, I brushed my lips over that spot and kissed. A stricken noise blew from his lungs. I gasped as Jeryn caught my chin and hefted my gaze back to his. The pupils blackened to a point where I saw my reflection, my golden irises dominating his vision.
Then I gasped again as Jeryn’s mouth shoved into mine. His tongue pried open my lips and drove inside, stoking me with feverish laps. A moan split from my throat, his kiss in tune with the sinuous thud of his hips.
He worked his cock, fucking me beautifully. Keening with bliss, I clamped around him, my pussy fluttering. Once more, the heat built in the nexus of my legs, every stroke of Jeryn’s waist edging us to the brink.
On a hiss, he quickened his pace and wrenched his mouth away, the better to watch my response. I mewled from the short, shallow juts of his hips. The muscles of his abdomen clenched, the flat of his stomach grazing my aching clit.
I met his enthusiasm, matched his fervor with swats of my waist, my cunt rippling around him. Jeryn’s mouth hung ajar, his breath thick and hot. Yearning to disarm him completely, I withdrew from his jaw and dove my fingers between us, the place where our bodies locked. Coating my fingers in slickness and traces of cum, I quested my hand to his lips.
While splaying a set of fingers over his heart, I trailed the opposite digits across his slack mouth, charting its shape and then dipping inside. A feral noise cleaved from Jeryn’s chest. His lips closed around me, devouring my fingers and tasting us.
Tasting the flavor of our lovemaking.
My turn. I pulled away from his mouth and sucked the same fingers, my head swimming as our combined arousal seeped into my tongue.
Then our lips slammed back together. I seized his face while he squeezed my thigh and cupped the back of my head. We flew at one another, fast and deep and loud.
Pleasure spiraled at the crux of my legs, stalled at the precipice, and dropped off that cliff. Not into oblivion. But into eternity. My pussy convulsed, and his cock spasmed, and a prolonged scream tore from my body.