Page 165 of Fallen Stars
“Hold on to me,” he murmured, the vibration of his voice sending shockwaves through her as he continued to feast.
She obeyed, wrapping her hands in the curls at the back of his head as she let him move her how he wished. She rocked against his tongue, moaning at how good it felt.
“I will never tire of tasting you,” he murmured before sucking her bud.
She cried out as he took it between his lips, releasing and sucking again.
“Oh, gods,” Elara moaned. “Don’t stop”
Enzo growled underneath her, pushing her hips down further onto him as he continued.
“You like it when I do this with my mouth?”
“Oh, my gods, yes,” she breathed, gripping him tighter.
“Then show me,” he commanded. “Show me how good it feels to ride my face, princess.”
Elara dropped her head back as she let go completely of any ounce of control or self-consciousness. She ground her hips over him, circling them in figures of eight as Enzo murmured and moaned beneath her, making her all the wetter with his encouragement.
“Do you not need to breathe?” she panted.
“I’ll happily drown here,” he laughed back, and she did too. She didn’t think she had ever laughed with a lover before, particularly not in the throes of passion. It had always been taken so seriously, and yet with Enzo—
All thoughts were driven back out of her head as he flicked his tongue, wielding it expertly as it darted and swirled around every inch of her sex, from slit to bud and back again.
She swore she started to speak another language, but couldn’t be sure, her pleasure soaring to unreachable heights.
She was begging, pleading—she didn’t know what for—but Enzo seemed to know, guiding her and murmuring ‘I love you’ over and over as he held her through her climax, her body rocking and shuddering,glowingas her moonlight broke forth over the two, coating their small spot in the water in its shine.
She thought she’d feel slightly sated, but she needed more. All Enzo had done was awaken a need within her that only he could fill, a desperate agony that she knew could be fixed the moment his body fused with hers.
Like a woman possessed, she slid down his body, and Enzo’s eyes darkened.
She hovered over his hips, where his length stood hard and thick, and pressing two hands to his chest, began to slowly rub against the tip of his length.
“Oh, fuck yes,” he growled. “Are you going to ride my cock, Elara?”
Elara bit her lip, smiling as she nodded and reached behind her to guide it in.
She sank onto it an inch, her eyes fluttering shut as she felt the perfection of him slide through her entrance.
“Fuck,” Enzo moaned, and she opened her eyes to see his head raised, eyes aflame as they watched her hips.
She rose again, brushing herself back and forth upon him as she watched the way the muscles around his jaw began to tense.
“Tease,” he bit out.
“What happened to savouring the moment?” She smirked, pushing herself back on to him and sinking another inch.
Gods, the way he stretched her, filled her, and she wasn’t even fully seated—the feeling was indescribable.
“Cruel woman,” he retorted as she pulled herself off again, his hands sinking further into her hips.
“I suppose I could be a benevolent goddess,” she whispered, and with a twitch of her lips, she pushed herself down onto him until he was sheathed to the hilt.
“Holy fucking gods,” Enzo gritted out as they both took a moment to adjust, panting heavily. The water ran around them, so warm and pleasant that it only heightened Elara’s pleasure.
The craving, wailing need within her silenced, that final, final stretch of intimacy met. She was home.