Page 51 of His to Worship
She works with skill and enthusiasm, her tongue and lips driving me wild. I can barely think, lost in the ministrations of her mouth and hands on me. My groans and grunts come faster and faster as she bobs up and down, stealing my breath completely. I use every bit of power in my body to keep myself still when everything in me wants to take control and fuck that pretty face of hers.
With her mouth sucking at me and her tongue teasing up and down my length, I feel my climax approaching and try to pull away. “Sedona, I am going to…” My words fail, ending in a groan as she sucks harder.
“Good.” She moves to sucking down the length of me, tracing the ridges along my length with her skillful tongue. She pauses when she reaches my nodules, the spattering of raised bumps at the base of cock.
“Are these sensitive?” She runs a light finger over them and a burst of her arousal hits my nose.
“Everything is sensitive because you are the one touching me,” I choke out, running a possessive hand over the back of her head.
She hums and goes back to working my cock in her mouth. Licking a flat tongue over the rounded tip. When she pulls away again, I could almost cry like a little babe. She whips her upper layers off, exposing her smooth, brown chest to my eyes.
I zero in on her buds, a dark umber against the smooth lighter brown of her breasts. They have pebbled against the cold and they call to me. I cannot help but reach down and pinch each one in turn and she moans loudly.
She starts her effort with renewed vigor bobbing along my length, working her mouth over what she can fit and rubbing her hands over what she cannot.
“Sedona,” I grind out, my grasp fixed firmly on the back of her head. She places a hand on each of my thighs and stills her head, dropping her jaw. Her eyes find me and I nearly spill. Knowing what she is wanting me to do, I do not have to be told more than once. I start to thrust into her mouth, loving to watch the way it stretches around me.
When she begins sucking around me, as I fuck her mouth, I know I am too close. I pull out of her mouth before I spill down her throat, but she does not let me go far. She leans forward and spits on my tip before she starts working me with both hands, her hands slipping over me easily.
“Come on me. Then they’ll smell that I’m yours.”
Her efforts coupled with those words are enough to send me over the edge. My seed shoots from my cock in ropes, spilling along her chest and covering her neck and part of her check. She continues stroking her hand over my length until it becomes too much and I have to still her hand. She smirks and gives me one last lick before pulling away, her backside resting on the heels of her feet.
Her eyes still on me, she rubs my spill in, an inviting smile playing on her lips. “This should help, too,” she murmurs, that deep ebony gaze never leaving mine.
As I watch her, I have to physically grip the rock, letting it dig painfully into my palms, to keep my control. To keep myself from flipping her around, pressing her against this boulder and rutting her until I succumb to exhaustion.
Instead, I restrain myself and I pull her up to a rising position. An arm snakes around her waist, dragging her against me, uncaring of my seed that is already sticking to her skin.
“You are testing me, looking at me like that and speaking to me such. Behave or I will push you against this rock and take what is mine.”
She swallows and her arousal becomes stronger in the air. “If we didn’t have people waiting for us...”
I drag a thumb across her lower lip. “That you believe I care is astounding.”
Her breath catches in her throat and she sways forward, her body seeking me out even as her mind pushes her to say, “We should get back to the others.”
“Very well.”
I dip my hand in the snow, rubbing a small bit in my hands to melt and warm it before wiping at her, relishing in the feel of her soft skin. Soon enough, I have cleaned her satisfactorily. Even without the visual evidence, she still smells overwhelming of me, and I wish I could bottle the scent of our arousal intermingled.
With her relatively clean, I slip her clothes back over her head, pressing her trembling fingers to my chest for additional warmth. But, too soon, my seductress of a mate moves away from me, swaying her hips as she walks ahead of me, rejoining her companions as if nothing happened.
I watch the swell of her hips and the jiggle of her ass as she walks, and if there is one certain thing in this life, it is that this female will be the end of me.
THIRTY-ONE
- sedona -
“So,” Meghan draws out, her voice just loud enough for our group to hear, “these guys aren’t as friendly as our guys.”
She’s not wrong.
I figured there would be some resistance when we arrived, but not like this. Not a single person has said a word to us. In fact, they all move away as if we have some sort of contagious disease. I grip Kuvier’s hand tightly. He let me walk into the village when I made it known in no uncertain terms that I would be pissed if he didn’t. The idea of being carried in was beyond mortifying.
Part of me wishes I was wrapped in his protective arms right about now, though. All of me would like us to be anywhere but here. Perhaps back behind that boulder from earlier.
Enikk leads the group, his posture tense but confident, while the other women stay close, their expressions varying degrees of apprehensive. According to Xiomara’s translation and what I learned from Kuvier, Enikk is taking us straight to their chief.