He cleared his throat. “Well, technically you came to me one night,” he said.
She snorted. “Don’t ruin it! Anyway, on Earth, when that happens, then it’s the woman’s turn to pleasure her man. It’s traditional.”
She sank to her knees in front of him. “Also, I’m thinking that I really hate this loin cloth.”
“You do?” he said in dismay.
“Yes.” She nodded solemnly. “You should take it off.”
“I should… Oh! Oh, I get it.” He broke out in a huge smile.
She smiled back and traced the outline of his bulging erection with her fingers. “A little slow, but you got it.”
He quickly stood up and ripped the loin cloth off, then tore it in half and stomped on it. “That’s what you get for displeasing my beautiful mate,” he informed it.
Rosamund sucked in a sharp breath. His cock stood up proudly erect, and kneeling in front of him, she was a little intimidated by his size. She wrapped her hand around him, then lavished the head with a series of long, slow licks, lapping away a salty bead of precum and dipping the very tip of her tongue just inside the weeping slit.
Kodran groaned and cupped the back of her head with his palm. She opened her mouth and sucked on the end of his cock, then slowly began to ease her way down his shaft. She took him in inch by delicious inch, massaging the underside of his dick with her tongue and coaxing gasps and groans from him.
She reached up and cupped his balls, gently juggling them in her palm, enjoying their soft, warm weight.
When she’d taken in his full twitching length, she slowly withdrew, hollowing her cheeks to stroke the sides of his cock as she played her tongue along the underside. She withdrew until the head almost but not quite popped from between her lips.
Then she did it all over again, only faster. And again and again until she’d set up a steady rhythm that had Kodran twitching and groaning. She squeezed her thighs together, trying to ease the ache that was building between them. Kodran’s harsh voice and the way his fingers dug into her scalp as she sucked him off were incredibly erotic. She wondered if she could come just from sucking his cock. She was tempted to slip her fingers between her thighs and rub herself, ease the tension that was building there. But instead she slid her hands up the backs of his muscular thighs and grabbed his ass, pulling him closer so she could take him deeper still.
“Rosamund…” Kodran’s words came out in a strained growl. “Please. If you don’t stop…” He groaned and tensed.
He twisted his fist in her hair and pulled her head back, gently but firmly. She gazed up at him. His chest was heaving with excitement, his high cheekbones flushed. Those intense green eyes glittered as if he had a fever.
“I want to be inside you when I come. Please.” His voice was desperate.
She was too turned on to be able to do more than nod and gasp an incoherent agreement.
Kodran pulled her to her feet and yanked her against him. His cock was rigid against her soft belly. His hands wandered greedily over every curve, pulling impatiently at her clothes, not caring if they tore. As he kissed her with a fierce, impatient hunger that made arousal zing over her skin and tighten in her core, he discarded her dress on the floor, then yanked down her panties, barely relinquishing her lips for a moment as she pulled away to step out of them.
He pulled her back into his arms at once, as if it hurt him not to be pressed against her, skin to skin. And in truth, she felt the same way. She’d wanted this – wantedhim– ever since her first glimpse of him had literally knocked her on her ass.
Kodran turned her so her butt was pressed against the cold edge of the table where they’d eaten their meal. Still holding her against him with one arm, with the other he swept the table clear of crockery. Silverware went flying. Neither of them cared.
Kodran hoisted her onto the table, stepping between her parted thighs. He took his cock in his hand, fitting the swollen tip against Rosamund’s slick pussy. She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him with all her soul as he leaned her back on the table and pushed inside her with a single smooth thrust. They both groaned, panting and clutching at each other. It felt so right. It felt so good. And when Kodran flexed his hips and started to move inside her, Rosamund saw stars behind her closed eyelids.
Kodran moved with a steady, confident rhythm, filling her up every time he thrust inside her, his cock dragging deliciously over her G-spot as he withdrew.
“Oh god, yes. Please…” Rosamund panted, her body moving against his. Arousal twisted tighter inside her, threatening at any moment to snap. She didn’t even know what she was pleading for. More. More of this. More ofhim.
Kodran quickened his pace, fingers digging into her hips as he pistoned in and out of her. Her inner thighs were wet with her juices. He dug his fingers into the soft flesh of her hips, and she hooked her leg around his lower back, helping him to thrust harder and deeper.
His eyes were glazed and distant, his lips parted, his breath coming with jagged effort. Rosamund could see he was at the very limit of his control, and the thought that she had done that to him was so exciting that she let out a hoarse moan of pleasure.
The pleasant ache between her thighs swelled and burst and blossomed, and her moan turned in a throaty cry of bliss as her orgasm took her. She called out again and again, riding each gorgeous spasm, and the clenching of her pussy around his driving cock pushed Kodran into his own release.
He muffled his hoarse shout against her shoulder, the rhythm of his thrusts gone choppy and urgent and instinctive.
They clung together, shaking and sheened with sweat, as their heartbeats settled and the strength returned to their limbs.
Kodran helped her to sit up, then dropped his damp forehead against hers.
“That was amazing,” Rosamund murmured.
