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Another sweet delusion.
He flicked his tongue on one lip. Sucked lightly the other. Alternated the flick with the suck. Did it again. Hester moved her hips fairly to foist herself on him. To no avail. He kissed the cluster of hair above. The tip of his tongue made a feathery route down, so light she almost didn’t feel it. The tip lightly circled where she craved him most, diverted to her inner thigh. She bunched his hair though he wouldn’t be guided. More little flicks here and there, getting her aroused and flustered.
“Drake!” His name made him lift his head.
“What?” His eyes simmered.
“More.”
“All things come to those who wait.” And grinned knowingly.
“I’ve waited enough.” The murmur came anguished.
“Not by my standards.” He silenced, his scrutiny sweeping over her entire naked body. His gaze found hers and held for an eternity.
Then, and only then, did he go for the kill. His mouth ransacked her poor core. Licked her nubbin, explored her channel, made its way back, suckled wherever it reached and drove her to sheer insanity before he allowed her to disintegrate in mindless pleasure. Her spine contorted, then arched, head fallen back as he didn’t relent.
And if she thought he'd go up her body and fill her with his delicious cock, she was deploringly mistaken. Because it was not his cock, but his finger that filled her as his mouth resumed the torture. He'd finish her up if he kept this going. But he did, his stubble-lined mouth exclusively on the pearl, his finger entering and exiting with tantalising dissatisfaction. He vanquished her yet again anyway. And this time it felt as though he'd torn her open with an explosion three times as intense.
And she’d become so spent that she lay on the rumpled sheets at his complete mercy.
At last, he climbed up, his erection bobbing as he did so. Arms braced at her sides, he looked at her, flushed cheeks, dishevelled hair, parakeet-hued eyes, lips ajar. The blasting giant dwarfed her, making her feel delicate. Dominated and protected. And possessed, overtook, defeated.
“I think we can proceed to the next level.” He drawled.
She searched him as if she doubted that he’d really give it to her. But she had no chance to elaborate an answer as in one swift move, he plunged in her to the hilt, the pleasure so overwhelming she closed arms and legs around him, her flesh sucking him in gluttonously. She imbibed in him, disappeared under his enormous size, let him take possession of all of her, the difference in their heights arousing her to madness.
“Hester,” he called in laboured breaths. “You’re so petite.” And pushed further into her. “The mere difference in our sizes drives me to hell!” He gritted out.
At that minute, she wouldn't be able to say who won and who lost. His eyes on hers, sweat beading his front, ruddy colour covering his cheekbones, ragged breath escaping his lips. He moved; his arms trembled. He lunged and growled and deepened, and slogged. The agonised spectacle he offered mixed with how small she felt added to her madness. Taken to extreme arousal, she was reduced to pure sensation. With each lunge, he coiled her further. He sped, grinding her sensitised nubbin repeatedly until a new conflagration bloomed, heated, spread, and threw her off the world for the fourth time. She dissolved in it, going out of her mind with delight.
Erratic, Drake grunted and thrust faster, his taut abdomen contracting as the remnants of her orgasm clutched at him. One final thrust and a loud groan, he shuddered and rode his release in curt bumps into her.
He sagged on her, ragged breaths, seemingly unable to move.
Drake crumbled to the mattress, taking Hester with him. His mind blank, his body exhausted, his insides crushed, he wondered how he survived this cyclone. She took him off kilt like never before. In the year as his mistress, she’d been delicious, albeit docile, taking what he gave, yielding to what he asked.
But tonight? Bleeding circles of hell! She’d been a gale quaking his bed to near destruction. Thrashed him to a pulp of such wrenching satiation he might not move again. And he craved a repeat until he died of it. He lay there half dead already while he caught his elusive breath.
It gave the measure by which he’d missed her. The measure of how he wasn’t ready to let her go. And couldn’t make sense of it. Better, his senses were completely engaged in savouring her until he perished. Right at that moment, he cared not a whit. All he cared for consisted in the warmth of her body, the scent of her skin, her hair feathering him, and the sated expression on her.
Her fingers started toying with the h
air on his chest. He turned to her, dishevelled light-brown tresses framing that perfect face. After the storm of his possession, her eyes went back to a light shade he recognised as peaceful.
“I’m so glad you surprised me.” He drawled, collecting her closer to him.
Those green beacons lit on him. “I’m surprised myself.”
“Damn, but you almost finished me up.” He said, his hands sliding down her side.
Her index finger pointed at his pectoral. "And you, my lord, are in for retribution."
“Why is that?” His hand moulded to her slim waist.
“For your, say, insistence in tempting me.”
“I’ll be sure to do it several times every night, then.” A naughty side-smile on him. “To watch you falling into pleasure is unprecedented.” His lips grazed her shoulder.
