“It’sexplicit,” I say, winking.
He shakes his head. “Again, why haven’t I seen it? So you’re into me with these?” He moves a hand up and touches one of his prosthetic ears, following the curve of it until it tapers off.
I nod.
“All of it. We have some exploring to do after this event,” I say.
“Whyafter?” he asks in that rumble of his, and with those darkening eyes, I’m certain his cock is growing under that heavy leather warrior loincloth. The thought of having sex with this god of a man dressed as a barbarian-looking elf makes me struggle to keep my composure.
“We don’t have time to get out of these costumes now.”
I whimper, wishing I was wrong.
His thumbs circle the sensitive skin along the front of my hips, so close to where I want him to go next. I press myself against him, as if that will help us get out the door.
A moan escapes me, and his grip tightens.
“We make time,” he growls and twirls me around, bending me over the end of the bed. I lean down on my forearms, arse in the air, and the need in me grows while he finds the nearly invisible split of the bodice under my belt.
“Careful with the costume,” I say before he can rip it off me, as he’s known to do.
He pulls the bottom part of my bodice down.
“You fucking beauty,” he rasps from behind me, grasping my thighs and kissing my exposed pussy. I cry out when his strong tongue finds the neediest spots.
“No time,” I breathe. “I want you inside me, and I want to watch.”
He shifts me to lean on the side of the bed so I can see us in the floor-to-ceiling mirror on the opposite wall. I bite my bottom lip at the sight of him. The dark leather straps andpauldrons, and the kilt-looking warrior loincloth. He’s every wet fantasy I ever had—before I met him.
My Mark. In a sexy Elven costume, just for me.
He undoes me regardless of what he wears, but knowing the love behind this gesture, it takes my breath away.
He lifts his heavy costume, the leather creaking as he forces it up, and finds my slick entrance with his cock. As always, he’s conscious of his size; he’s careful, but I push back against him, allowing him to fill me up on the first thrust.
“Fuck me like a barbarian,” I say, and bite down, knowing I’ll feel this deep in my body. He thrusts into me, and I cry out as he stretches me out. His hands are firm on my hips, pushing and pulling me back and forth onto his length while he thrusts against me for maximum impact.
“Careful what you wish for, little elf,” he growls, as he keeps driving into me.
I’m about to come apart simply from looking at him. The way his biceps and pecs flex under those leather straps when he pulls me towards him. That intense look on his face.
Leaning down further, I push my arse closer to him, and the angle is perfect.
“Right there,” I breathe.
He thrusts into me.
Hard.
Good.
His cock rubs and hits the right spots inside me again, and again. Just as I need it. His strained grunts and the slapping of skin against skin fuel my fire. The warm sensation spreads from my middle, and I watch him in the mirror while the heat intensifies.
I moan, and I know I’m loud. It’s too good to contain.
And I know it turns him on to no end.
The pleasure he gives me explodes into my bloodstream, my arms give in and I feel him losing control behind me,holding on to my hips, slamming into me, making me cry out with every thrust into my sensitive spots.
