She sucked him deep, pressing against him so that he slid past her teeth and over her flexing tongue. She opened for him, body and soul, as he pushed still deeper. She forced herself to relax, breathe, and pumped her mouth over him as she reached up to cradle his balls on her palm. The first time was always the quickest. He shuddered and his grip on her hair pulled tight, hard as a flood of heat spilled down her throat.
She licked him, though there was no wetness, just heat when he came, and backed off to look up at him from her knees.
He knelt and gathered her close, crushing her against his chest, his mouth on hers in a deep kiss. Her arms went around her and he laid her down on the blankets so he could kneel over her. He started at her lips, licking and kissing, tugging on the bottom one with his teeth. Her fingers explored his chest, caressing the hard lines of his muscles, the shifting planes of his back, the soft places behind his ear and under his hair.
His lips moved to her throat, and she stretched her head back as he kissed her. His teeth found the tender skin under her jaw, biting with a stinging pinch. Fresh desire tumbled through her. She writhed and moaned, pushing his head lower. He went willingly, cupping her breasts in his hands as if testing the swollen weight of them, his thumbs playing her nipples. He looked up at her, his face soft, a small smile on his lips as he watched her writhe under his touch.
A sharp agony built between her legs. She panted, begging with her very breath. She was wet enough to take right now, but he had had his pleasure for the moment and intended to stretch hers out. She gasped a soft cry as he lowered his mouth to her nipple and teethed it, and then to the other. He worked them slowly, thoroughly, until she writhed in agony under him, pleading with him to move still lower.
He let his hands slide over her belly and hips and lower, cupping her folds with his palm but not intruding on the wet folds. She pushed against his grip, but she could only manage to rub the edges of her sopping lips against his fingers. Passion tripped along her every nerve, settling achingly in her cunt. Her swollen clit stung from want.
“Please, my love. Rowan… ah!”
He let a finger trail between her folds to land on her clit, and then his thumb joined it, gently twisting and working the swollen nub. Pleasure rocketed through her at the sensation and she rode the wave, letting herself slam into quick, blunt climax. He let her buck against his hand a little and then shifted, sliding his pale, ethereal knees between her legs to spread them further.
He captured her gaze with his, still grey and ghostly even in his solid form, and her lips parted without sound. There were no words needed between them, only a whole year of living in this one night, captured in a single glance. He pushed into her, slow and deep as if in discovery. Her legs came up around him, gripping his hips, and he began to thrust, long sweeps with his hips that drew his cock along every inch of her channel, so that the tip of his cock kissed her folds, and then stretched and filled her again, satisfying every bit of her long year of suffering need.
The pleasure consumed her, drawing her again and again, nearer and nearer to the abyss of rapture.
Ellowyn…
Her fingers dug into his strong biceps and she arched under him, caught in the whisper of her name and his commanding love. His heat flooded her, spreading through her torso and every limb, tingling along her fingertips and toes like electrical sparks and bursting from her mouth in a delirious scream.
He held her afterward for a short while, before taking her again, and then again, countless times in the hours that followed, until she lay limp and drowsy against his chest, forgetting for the moment that he could not stay. He stroked her hair and hummed soft, wild, woodsy tunes, lulling her to sleep. She couldn’t resist her heavy lids falling, her breathing deepening, as he held her safe in his arms.
Early dawn washed across her face. She stirred to find herself alone, covered securely in blankets, warm in her nest though their fire had burned down. Before despair could take hold, she saw the sprig of white rowan flowers next to her, bright against the long, dark year to come.
A Good Slut by Amelia James
A summer vacation in the desert southwest sounded like a good idea when Will and I planned it during a cold Chicago blizzard, but when we crossed the border into Texas, the heat slammed into me like a brick wall. Sweat dripped down my body, and I complained about it while Will laughed at me. He grew up here. He was used to the heat. I wasn’t.
We went to a bar across the street to have a drink and unwind a bit. The place smelled like old cigarettes, but the liquor was wet so we didn’t care. The AC was broken and all the noisy ceiling fan did was spread the heat around. The hot and sticky air was making me lose my mind, and I wanted to lose my clothes real fast. I flicked my tongue in his ear and slipped my hand between his thighs.
Will waved at the waitress. “Check please.”
We hurried back to our room and turned up the rattling old air conditioner as high as it would go. I kicked off my sandals while he threw the blankets off the bed, then he pulled me into his arms and kissed me. Will was an amazing kisser. His lips touched mine, just barely, soft and sweet before they parted and his tongue swept into my mouth and carried me away with him. There was no escaping his kisses. His mouth covered my neck, my shoulders, my chin, even the tip of my nose. I peeled off his sweaty t-shirt, stroking his hot, hard muscles. He unzipped my jeans while I yanked my shirt over my head. We tumbled to the bed, and he fondled my breasts while I struggled taking my sticky jeans off. I stripped him naked, his damp skin glistening in the fading sunset as we rolled between the sheets.
“It’s so hot here.” I sat up and peeled my clingy hair off my damp shoulders. “How can you stand it?”
If Will was tired of my whining, he didn’t show it. “You’re hotter than a west Texas fourth of July.” He smiled and pulled me down beside him, our bodies sticking together. “Com’ere. I wanna eat your pussy.”
He crawled on top of me and kissed his way down my body, nibbling and licking between my thighs. Yes, I know it’s my pussy, but some words feel dirty to me. I couldn’t say them even in my head. Nice girls didn’t say naughty things. Since when was I a nice girl? Certainly not since I met Will. I draped my legs over his shoulders like a good slut and curled my fingers through his soft hair. The rickety air conditioner shot a cold draft across my skin, puckering my nipples. Last night in another hotel room he made me come so loud the people next door complained. Will found that highly amusing.
“Let’s do something that’ll frighten the neighbors again, Talia.” His tongue flicked my… fleshy nub, and I moaned as sizzly sweaty sparks lit up my skin.
“You’re looking for trouble.”
“Yes I am.” But he took his sweet time finding it, making lazy circles around my naughty girl parts, slowly building a warm wanton fire with teasing flames gently licking my senses. My body rocked, and I moaned low in my throat, but Will wasn’t satisfied with that.
He shoved his fingers into my hot pink flesh and started licking with purpose. I squealed and raised my hips to his mouth, dragging my fingernails across his sweaty shoulders. Those teasing licks ignited an intense blaze, sending crackling sparks all the way to my curled toes. The inferno raged out of control, consuming everything in its path.
“I need you! Now Will please!”
That’s when his wild side got aroused. His hard cock slid between my wet lower lips, but he only gave me the tip, making those damn lazy circles again. He knew that drove me crazy.
“How can you do this to me?” I moaned.
Will just laughed.
“How can you do this to yourself?”
His hand slipped on the damp sheet and he sank deeper into me.