Page 170 of Heimlock

“I’m fine if—”

“No exceptions,” I growl, spanking her ass cheek. She giggles.

Kyrielle rocks her hips forward, brushing her entrance against my tip, driving us both wild. A breeze moves between us, sparking my imagination.

“Hold on tight,” I murmur against her neck. She intertwines her fingers in my hair, trailing her tongue along the column of my throat.

Bringing fingers to her clit, I use a little elemental magyck to force air over it lightly.

Kyrielle’s goes rigid. “What the fuck is that?”

“Magyck,” I nibble on her ear.

“I fucking love magyck,” she gasps, hips increasing their desperate pace.

Keeping two fingers teasing her growing wetness, I tease her clit and allow her to control all the movements. Within a minute, she’s bucking and whimpering, skin flushed from her first required orgasm.

“Again,” she demands, not slowing the pace.

This time, I sink my fingers into Kyrielle’s soaked pussy. Her head rocks back, wet tangerine tresses spattering water everywhere. Her eyes are closed, allowing me to drink my fill of her beautiful body. The pale, freckled skin. The touches of orange in her eyelashes. Flexing muscles that can both destroy and caress.

When her mouth parts in a gasp, I have the urge to kiss it. To lick it. To fuck it.

“Kiss me, pretty girl,” I rasp, consumed with everything that makes her, her.

Her heavy-lidded eyes open, and she consumes me with pillowy soft lips that demand as much as they give. Her body tightens around my fingers, and I increase the pressure of the air incrementally. When she inhales sharply, I know it’s at the perfect level. Within another thirty seconds, she’s unraveling and feral. Just like I need her to be.

Cutting off the magyck, I give her a couple of minutes to catch her breath. When she’s not panting as hard, I reach down and grab the oil. Holding it in one hand, I tap one of her delicious ass cheeks affectionately.

“Time to mount this ride, pretty girl.”

With languid movements, eyes still half-lidded, she obeys, lifting her hips until she’s pointed right over my very painfully throbbing cock. I let out an animalistic moan as she sinks onto me like a perfect-fitting glove.

“Goddess,” she moans. “I’ll never tire of this.”

“Let’s make it even better,” I murmur, kissing her cheek. Lifting my tail so it presses against the cleft of her ass, I pour oil onto the tip, then pump it to spread the slickness evenly. When I was an adolescent, of course I’d tried to make myself cum by hand fucking my tail. There’s sensation in it, but not enough for that purpose.

However, I suspect this will be different.

After slowly rubbing oil over her tight hole, working her into a frenzy, I guide the tip of my tail to press against it with gentle pressure. “Are you sure you want to try this, Firefly?”

She looks at me with wide, trusting eyes. “We can at least try it.”

Closing my eyes to better focus on my other senses, I home in on the sensation of pressing and sliding into her body elsewhere. Immediately, her body clenches. It feels divine, but not what we need.

“Firefly, relax. Breathe.”

Her gasps are ragged already. She’s trying to wriggle it inside, but I refuse to let her enthusiasm cause an injury. “Pretty girl, focus on me.”

“But I want it,” she moans, sounding so deliciously wanton.

“I know, but these spike nubs are going to hurt you if we aren’t careful. Breathe with me, okay?”

She nods. Bringing her hand to my chest, I say, “Inhale.” My chest expands; she matches the pace. I sink deeper. “Exhale.” When she does, we pause so she can adjust. “Again.”

After a few repetitions, I’m as deep as I dare for this first time. Releasing my tail so it can support itself, I place my hands on her hips. Her eyes are full of desperation. Between my fingers, her body trembles with restraint. I have no doubt that if permitted, she’d go wild — and cause an injury.

Giving her a stern look, I say, “Go slow, Kyrielle.”