Gripping me at the base of my shaft, she leaned forward and took every bit of me into her mouth. My head fell back, groaning as she worked her way down. She moved her head, bobbing slowly as she coated my cock with her saliva. “Fuck, Eva,” I whispered, and she squeezed me tighter in her hand. “So good. So beautiful.”
She was perfection personified, this sweet woman kneeling before me was a Queen, and she was on her knees for me.
Sitting up, I wove both hands into her hair before tugging her back, ensuring the pain wasn’t too much for her. “Is this still what you want, darling? For me to have my way with you?” She nodded, her eyes lighting up, but it wasn’t good enough. “I need your words, Eva. You have to tell me this is what you want.”
I thought the wall she had torn down could come back any moment. In her fragile state, I would not take any chances.
But my mate looked at me with nothing but love and wonder as she opened her mouth. “I want this, Matthew. I will always want this, want you. And I need you to make me forget,” she echoed her words from earlier.
I nodded my head. “Tap me if it becomes too much or you want to switch. Regardless of what you have asked, I will do nothing that is not comfortable for you.” It was the only warning she got as I pulled her mouth to my length, and she opened, taking me inside.
I did not wait for her to become acquainted with my size. She gagged. The sound was music to my ears, spurring me forward. I could not contain myself, did not want to, as I thrust my hips toward her face. And gods, every time she moaned, I felt the vibrations through my body urging me forward. “You are so,”—thrust —“fucking”—thrust —“perfect”—thrust. “And you are taking it so well, darling. Made for me, for my cock.”
The sounds emanating from her mouth were the type I could only dream about. Wetness dripped down my cock as she gripped my calves, pulling herself closer to my body until I was positioned at the back of her throat. Eva worked her tongue along my length, waves of pleasure swirling through my body.
My head fell back, muscles clenching as she continued her assault. I groaned, thanking the gods for how this beautiful woman made me feel—how she held the power to make me crumble beneath her feet and give her anything she asked for. My control was an illusion. I was not the one in charge in this scenario. It was all for her.
Finally, I could not take it anymore. Threading my fingers through her hair again, I pulled her head down onto my cock until she could not breathe. Eva, my wondrous woman, held the position until I finally felt a slight tap on my thigh and pulled back. Red heat flushed through her cheeks as she coughed, a thin line of saliva connecting the two of us as she sucked in a large breath. I bent forward, meaning to pick her up off the ground, but she quickly pushed me back onto the bed.
“Eva,” I asked, an alarm ringing in my head. I was terrified that I had gone too far, that she was not ready for this. Bitterness rose in the back of my throat, which I quickly swallowed before continuing. But then she locked eyes with me, cutting off the words I was about to say as she gripped my length in her fists and gave it a tight pull. The roles were reversing, and though we both played as if I was in charge, she owned me and this moment.
Eva slid on top of me, eyes wild, and slid down my cock. “Fuck,” we both muttered at the same time.
Her hands splayed across my chest as she moved, her body singing a beautiful melody that mine could not resist. Every move she made called toward me. Each roll of her hips sent mine following, seeking the warmth between her thighs.
I skimmed my hands along her waist, down her back, bringing her breast to my mouth. She gasped as I took her nipple between my lips, alternating between the bite of my teeth and the soothing comfort of my tongue. Her skin tasted as sweet as honey on a summer’s day, but it held the faintest bite now that it never had before. Something smoky and bitter, like a glass of whiskey beside a fire. Was that because of her powers coming back? Or perhaps the way they had seemed to evolve since returning?
“Matthew,” she whimpered, my name slipping from her mouth like a prayer. She rode me hard and fast, but I tilted my hips and allowed better access before skating my hand to where the two of our bodies were connected. Her pussy contracted, my fingers dancing across her bundle of nerves.
Close. She was so close.
“Darling girl,” I said, watching her body shiver with anticipation. “Do you like that?”
She nodded her head vigorously. I wanted to push her for my selfish needs, but this was all about her. “Take what you need. Take what is yours, Eva.”
And take she did.
Her body writhed as my thumb worked her clit, and within moments, she detonated around my cock. Every muscle in her body tightened, a bowstring pulled taut before being released into the evening air. And to know I’d done that to her? The feeling took me with her, sending me over the edge and spilling inside of her. She did not stop, though, and neither did I.
Leaning down, she bit my lip and worked her way down my neck and chest. She was feral, wild. This moment together had woken something up inside of her. I groaned at the loss as she moved off my still hard length, even more as she took it in her hands and met my gaze before dipping her head down and swiping her tongue across my head.
“Eva,” I pleaded, unsure whether I wanted her to stop or keep going. It was so fucking sensitive. She did not stop as she took my length in her mouth and cleaned up the evidence of pleasure we had both left behind. She hummed, no doubt delighted in how I threw my head back and bucked my hips under her touch.
“Someone is enjoying this,” she whispered, taking her time to clean up the mess she made. Her tone was playful, tugging at the strings of my heart.
I leaned forward, catching her underneath her arms and flipping her so she was face down on the bed. My hand ran down her back, tracing her spine, watching how she writhed beneath me. “Was it not enough, Eva? Do you need more?”
She turned her head, nodding as the faintest whimper escaped her lips while I ran my fingers against her soaking slit, testing and teasing her. That perfect ass was angled toward me, every thought eddying out of my head as I stared at the wanton expression on her face.
“Do you need me to make you come on my cock all night? To fuck you until you’re spent?” I pressed a soft kiss against her temple as I slipped two fingers inside of her, pushing my release back where it belonged.
“Yes,” she breathed. “I need more.”
There was no time for her to beg further as she fucked herself on my hand, pushing back on my fingers and using me for her pleasure. It was euphoric to watch this strong woman use me, but I would not have had it any other way.
I curled my fingers, hitting that spot she loved so much, but it was not enough for her. “More. I need more,” she chanted, turning around to meet my gaze.
“You need more, darling?” She nodded. “I shall give you more.”
