“Are you prepared?”
She glared at his matter-of-fact tone.“Quite,” she said sarcastically.
His eyes left hers, finally, and trailed down to her breasts. With one quick look, she knew he’d just memorized the shape, color, and details of her breasts. With just a look. His hands still lingered on her thighs, creating delicious pen pricks of pleasure straight to her core.
His eyes tracked down over her quivering stomach to her sex, which cried out for him to touch her. His nostrils flared. The movement was so quick, so simple that she almost missed it.
The reaction sent her pulse skyrocketing. He did want her. It was like being hit with lightning while holding an antenna, but there was no pain, only intense, heart-gripping pleasure. All because of his gaze.
Her body warmed to a hot fever. Legs scissoring, her hips undulated, trying to convey what it needed in the most primitive of ways.
“Turn around,” he said again, his voice lower, warmer.
“No,” she said, lifting her chin.
For a moment his brow furrowed then released. One hand left her thigh, the other stayed, and she hoped it was because he had to keep touching her. His hands went to pants where he pulled down his zipper, reached in, and pulled out his cock.
The first glance hit her clit like a stroke. She moaned and arched off the bed. She hadn’t seen him before, could only guess what he looked like from the feel of him. No wonder she’d felt like he was splitting her open. The commander was huge. Thick and long and heavy looking. He held it in his hand as though if he let it go he might topple forward. Mmm, onto me, her body thought wildly.
The head of his cock sported a thick wetness that her tongue desperately wanted to curl around and lick off. Proof that he hadn’t come earlier was evidenced by the thick vein that stood out starkly along the bottom ridge of his cock. He hadn’t pulled himself all the way out but she’d bet his sac was deep with color, pulled tight.
With just the one hand on her thigh, he squeezed and pulled her a few inches closer. Her butt barely hung onto the edge of the bed. She trusted his touch at her thigh, his strength to keep her from sliding off.
She held her breath, her hips arched towards him as he gripped the base of his cock. He aimed it at her and pressed into her. Her head fell back limply and her hands rushed to hold her aching breasts. She heard a hiss of air and knew it was him. He entered her long and slow, her tender, new muscles forced to encompass his girth. She loved how gentle he was, just like earlier. He could easily use her during this special time for her, but he wouldn’t. The man’s honor made her smile.
As soon as he was seated all the way inside her, something broke inside her. Her legs wrapped around his hips and tightened, holding him close. His hands gripped her thighs, like a warning. Then he thrust. Slow but hard enough to brush her clit and pussy with delicious, shuddering pleasure. He took her like a machine. He made no sounds, gripped her no differently.
Took her as if he was waiting for her to get off so he could leave. Nuh uh. She wasn’t having any more of that.
“Take off your shirt,” she said thickly. His eyes lifted to hers, shockingly hot and alert.
“No.”
She would never get used to this sensation, the in out, push and pull dragging along her walls. It was amazing.
“I want it off.” If possible he leaned further back from her so that he was just standing there giving her his cock and nothing else. She glared at him. She wanted more and she was going to get it.
Reaching up quickly, she grabbed his shirt in her fists, and with a strength she didn’t know she had, tore it from his body. The t-shirt hung limply from his arms.
With a growl unlike she’d ever heard, he tore the shirt off viciously, forced her thighs wide, and pounded into her hard. Her release came swift, hard, and perfect. She screamed as hot waves engulfed her like a tornado, spinning around her in a halo of erotic pleasure. It left her gently, leaving her panting, and arching for another one.
“More.” She wasn’t sure if she even said it or if she just mouthed the words. But he must have heard her because suddenly his mouth was at her breast, licking her hard nipple, then sucking it into his mouth. Wet sucking sensations burned through her, tightening her skin, gushing cream from inside her, and preparing her for another release.
Her hands fell into his hair, found the tight knot that held his hair back so severely. She yearned to pull it out, spread his hair out and feel the tresses, but she settled for gripping his shoulders. The first touch was amazing—hard flexing muscles that moved with each thrust inside her. The second was shocking. She moved her hand lower, towards his back and touched something odd. He lifted from her with a roar.
Anger mixed with pleasure masked his face, making his eyes burn, his cheeks darken
with color. He grabbed the underside of her knees and spread her legs up and out. Then he was really taking her, with his pants still on, the zipper brushing against her skin as he pounded into her with a fierceness that had her crying out.
He will finish inside me, finally. She had to know what it would feel like. Would she feel him gush? Would it shoot and hit inside her or would it just mix with her own cream? Or would he pull out of her and make her drink his seed? Hot pressure pulled in her core at the thoughts, sending her spiraling closer to that peak. Or would he pull out and spill onto her body, shooting white semen onto her pussy, her stomach, her breasts and mark her as his?
The thought mark triggered something inside her. Pulling her head to the side, she parted her hair and said, “Drink from me, Tyrian.” His thrusts stopped instantly. Sweat beaded from his temples, he stayed there, buried to the hilt as he eyed her pulse beating at her neck.
“No.” The gruff sound of his voice was like music to her ears. She almost smiled.
“Yes,” she insisted and arched towards him. “As a gift. A thank you for pleasing me.”
Pure luck made her think that if she offered it as a gift that the honorable commander would be tempted to take it. “Tyrian, please,” she added, desperate to feel him moving inside her. She was so close.
Whatever she was expecting, he surprised the hell out of her. He gripped her chin in a gentle touch and turned her head to the side. She shivered hard. She hadn’t thought he would.
A raspy tongue slid up the length of her neck, and then there were two sharp points pressing into her skin. Then he bit through all the way. There was stinging pain that fluttered away like the wind, and then his mouth was sucking at her. His hips pulled back the barest of inches and hammered in hard.
He took her like that, building intense, consuming pleasure inside her. A sound,
somewhere between a growl and purr came from deep in his throat, vibrated along her skin. The sucking pulls intoxicated her, drugging her. Her hands flung wildly about as her orgasm neared with intense purpose. She grabbed onto his back, digging her fingers in for something to hold on to. She felt an unusual roughness of his skin there, but ignored it as crushing waves came rolling over her.
She screamed her release as clenching, seizing rolls of pleasure tore through her, shot from her pores. He tore back from her throat, drops of red slashed across his bottom lip and chin.
He started to pull away and she quickly tightened her legs around his hips.
“Come for me, Tyrian,” she begged. She thrust her hips up and down his shaft, working his hard cock even as the last tremors of her orgasm dissipated. “I want to know what it feels like.” It was an admission she hadn’t prepared to make. It simply spilled out in the haze of the moment, but his eyes snapped to hers. The heat in his gaze was impossible. How could one man hold so much heat inside? So much passion that never went unleashed.