Even as he shifted her in his arms, he bent his head to her right breast, his mouth drawing the soft curve deep, flattening her nipple to the roof of his mouth, stroking and caressing and then sucking while his fingers tugged at her left nipple. His teeth scraped erotically and then nipped, a small sting his tongue soothed instantly. He kissed the upper curve of both breasts and then lifted his head, giving her access to his chest.
Elisabeta took one look around her. They were no longer in the ground beneath the house he had said would be their home. They were on the rooftop, or a balcony on the roof, where there was a large square area fenced in by a thick wooden rail. They lay together under the stars on a thick fur that felt very sensual on her legs. Everything seemed to feel sensual to her sensitive skin.
She looked at his bare chest and her breath caught in her throat. His chest was wide and thick and very muscular. She rubbed her face over the heavy muscles and then dared to kiss the spot she’d chosen to sink her teeth deep. Her tongue tasted his skin. He didn’t hurry her. He shifted her again, widening his legs so that she nestled between them, and one of her hands slid down his chest to find his thick, long cock.
She couldn’t stop herself from looking. His shape was both intimidating and thrilling. He took her hand and wrapped it around his shaft and began a slow pumping motion, guiding her fist up and down. More slick heat spread through her body and gathered at the junction of her legs. He had draped one of her legs over his thighs, opening her body to him.
“Drink, minan piŋe sarnanak,” he coaxed softly.
She scraped her teeth back and forth gently, almost in time to the rhythmic pumping of her fist on his erection, and then she bit into his chest. He threw his head back and she instantly felt his cock swell more, even as that seemed impossible. His taste was even more than she’d remembered, a spicy addiction that added to the sexual hunger spreading through her like a wildfire.
His free hand slid up the inside of her thigh draped over his lap. He rubbed back and forth for a few moments and then his fingers crept steadily closer to her slick heat.
Tell me what you are feeling. It was a command. One he made impossible to ignore.
I feel as if I am on fire.
That is how you are supposed to feel. There is more. I want you to feel more.
His hand crept higher, slowly higher up her thigh, until his fingers found her clit at the junction between her legs, where the blood pounded like mad. He circled there and then gently tugged and flicked. She jumped and cried out in her mind. It felt delicious. Scary. Unbelievable. She wanted more.
Good?
Very good.
His fingers stroked and caressed, dipped into her and then tugged and flicked again until she couldn’t breathe. She had to stop feeding. She couldn’t process the alien sensations and allow her organs to absorb the much-needed sustenance he was providing to her. She ran her tongue across the twin holes she’d made in his chest, closing the wounds.
“It gets so much better,” he promised. “Lie back for me.”
With her heart accelerating to the point she thought it might burst, Elisabeta did as he instructed. She hadn’t known her body could feel so much pleasure. Just like the songs of the earth, her body sang, so the notes were mixed together in a wild melody that couldn’t be separated now. She lay back on the thick fur while he once more shifted position. Her hand was forced, albeit reluctantly, to let his cock go.
She had loved the shape and feel of it. She wanted to believe that he belonged to her as much as she did to him. The sacred vows that had tied them together had proclaimed it so. He had given her his heart, his soul and his body. He had taken hers into his keeping. He seemed to be claiming what was rightfully his.
“Each rising, piŋe sarnanak, I will give you a lesson in something new, something important for you to learn and remember. This one is about your body and the pleasure it can feel. The pleasure I can give you and how I feel when I am giving it to you. I want you to stay merged with me the entire time so you feel everything that I am feeling. Do you understand me?”
Elisabeta gripped the fur with both fists as Ferro wedged his wide shoulders between her thighs, spreading her legs. It made her feel very vulnerable, but at the same time very excited.
“Elisabeta, I asked you a question.”
“Yes, I do understand.”
“Good. We will practice what you have learned often, and those things you enjoy I will expect you to gather your courage and ask for or initiate the act between us. Do you understand my expectations of you?”
She couldn’t imagine being that brave, but she didn’t want to disappoint him. She made up her mind that she wouldn’t ever disappoint him. “Yes.”
He lifted her legs at her knees and looped them over his arms. “Very good. This is one of the most important lessons of all. I have thought of this for centuries, Elisabeta. I studied technique and practices so I would bring my woman the greatest pleasure. Relax for me and let me show you what can be truly beautiful between spouses.”
His eyes were intense, a molten lava, almost glowing red, a cross between a liquid volcano and a carnal predator set on having her. He bent his head and his tongue swiped over her heated center. Her entire body jerked as a flame so bright and hot swept through her, encompassing her. Her sex clenched, making her wholly aware of how different her body was in comparison to his. The shape. The texture. The way they fit together.
Ferro stroked her inner thigh with his tongue and nipped with his teeth, then kissed his way up to that heated entrance that was now pulsing with her need. She tried to stop squirming, but that one swipe of his tongue had left her drenched in liquid flames. In anticipation. Her pulse beat through her clit. Through her sheath. In places she hadn’t known she had. He turned his head, the bristles on his jaw sending more sensations skittering through her body as he gave her other thigh the same attention.
Then his mouth settled between her legs, his tongue moving like a butterfly, fluttering, stroking, gentle at first, driving her out of her mind, roughening and then stabbing deep to pull at her honeyed liquid contents, to devour as if it were his favorite meal. She couldn’t stop the muffled cries from escaping. She grew hot all over as the flames spread through her body, outward from her center to her breasts and down her thighs. Nothing in her life had prepared her for such a feeling. Nothing. She tossed her head back and forth, gripping the fur until her fingernails met her palms, unable to control herself no matter how hard she tried.
Ferro. This feels like I might die, it is so good. I’m scared and happy at the same time. She had no idea what to do, and that terrified her. She didn’t want him to stop because she was doing something wrong.
You will not die. Relax. Just let yourself enjoy what I do to you. Stay merged with me. Feel what it is doing to me as well. Taste yourself on my tongue. Feel how my body reacts when I am devouring you, the pleasure it brings me to see you writhing under me this way.
Elisabeta loved his instructions. She had felt lost and now she could do exactly what he said. She kept her mind in his, allowing herself to feel his pleasure as well as her own. He loved what he was doing. Suddenly, she could taste herself, and it was like an aphrodisiac to him—orange with hints of lavender honey. He couldn’t get enough. His cock was full and aching. So hard he pulsed with need. His pleasure was heightened by the sight of her naked body writhing under his mouth, her breasts jolting, her hips bucking, the sounds of her cries escaping when she tried so hard to suppress them. Her reactions fed his own pleasure.
She did her best to relax, although deep inside that tension coiled tighter, winding together with her need and hunger for him like a strongly bound spring. She feared after a time that she might go out of her mind.
“Ferro.” She gasped his name in caution. She couldn’t stop him. She was his to do with as he pleased, but he was really going to drive her insane with pleasure. Her body didn’t know what to do.
Let go, piŋe sarnanak. Trust me to catch you. Just let go.
She wasn’t certain what he meant but she took a deep breath and forced her body to relax into the strokes of his tongue, the thrust of his finger, the sudden flick of his thumb on her clit. Her body seemed to gather into a great force and then she was swept over a giant waterfall, dropping, dropping, free-falling, the rippling waves rushing over her in rolling heights of pleasure so intense she heard herself giving him a low, keening cry of pure shock.
He rubbed his shadowed jaws on either side of her thighs before lifting his head and looking at her with his silvery-blue eyes. “Did you feel how much I loved devouring you, Elisabeta? It is important that you know I want to feed not only on your blood but on the honey between your legs. That is mine as well.”
He moved cautiously into a sitting position. She was merged very firmly in his mind and knew his cock was full and aching. He had visions of her bent over the railing, or on her hands and knees taking him hard and fast into her body, or her kneeling in front of him, his cock stretching her lips, yet he gave her no instructions. Asked nothing of her. Gave her no commands. He ached, and yet he didn’t ask or demand relief from her. That instantly took away all the pleasure she’d received.
She sat up slowly and scooted a little away from him, dropping her gaze from the length and girth of his cock. There were pearly drops on the broad head of it that she longed to taste, but he wasn’t giving her that opportunity, although she saw so clearly in his head that he wanted those things from her.
“Elisabeta?” His voice was very gentle. “What is it? Did you not enjoy what we just shared together?”
She moistened her lips. “You know I did.” She detested that he was forcing her to speak aloud. She was merged with him, which meant he could read her as easily as she could read him.
“I want you to tell me why you no longer feel the pleasure you felt moments ago.”
“You know why.” She was horrified that she sounded mutinous. There was silence. She knew instantly that he had issued her a command couched in nicer terms. He had said he wanted her to tell him. He had still decreed she tell him. She took a deep breath. “I am in your mind and can tell you are in need. I would very much like to learn how to please you.”