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“Gorgeous,” she sighed, her eyes filling with liquid warmth.
“You make me utterly dumb.”
His grin grew beatific at that, flashing his teeth at her.
He was immeasurably, ridiculously happy!
She swooped down for a soft, lingering kiss as she moaned with abandon, as if he slayed her. As if she couldn’t bear the sight of such unfettered joy.
The kiss grew deeper and needier very quickly, as kisses between them were wont to do. They devoured each other with stroking tongues and juicy sucks.
Gods! How he loved kissing.
But only Eir. He’d only ever kissed Eir.
He’d never needed or wanted to do this before. It wasn’t necessary for rutting. And because of his scarred, tattooed, scary face, women tended to stay away from his mouth as a rule.
But with Eir, everything was different.
Heneededto kiss her. To share her breath and inhale her.
It felt like their souls were touching every time he did it. He could taste her very heartbeat, the fluttering of her pulse, the sounds of pleasure that she made for him alone.
He gave all of himself when he kissed her. Even if they weren’t locked together, body to body, woman to man, as they were now, their kiss connected them still. He let her inside him when she gave him her breath, when their eyes met and melded.
They were one.
She began to move upon him the longer they kissed. It was a lazy, voluptuous grinding and rotating of hips.
He moved too, following her lead, rolling his hips and clenching his buttocks in time with her undulations, giving her the devastating friction she sought from him.
With a sigh, she pulled apart their mouths, arching her spine and cupping her breasts in her own hands. Her hips swiveled in an endless circle, erotic, breathtaking.
He reached up to replace her hands with his, covering her soft mounds with his broad palms. Worshipping.
They were a perfect fit. Every part of her seemed to be made specifically for him.
Hands free to wander now, she put them back on his body, roving over the tattoos that decorated his shoulders down to each arm and hands.
“One day, you will tell me what all of these symbols mean,” she commanded huskily, staring down at him, torturing him slowly with this leisurely ride.
“One day, you will know what they mean without my voicing them,” he said in turn.
“How?”
He rubbed his thumbs across her beaded nipples, plucking gently at them, making her shiver. Making her pussy clench convulsively around him below.
“Because you’ll knowme.”
She caressed her hands down his chest and stomach, which were riddled with scars but unmarred by tattoos, save the lines over his heart. Then, her covetous hands traced along the defined V lines of his lower abdomen, to his groin where they were joined, and back again.
“These scripts are new as well,” she noted, peering closer, shifting the angle of her body.
It was perfect for fucking hard and deep up and into her, so that was exactly what he did, taking over their rhythm by clamping his hands around her hips.
He held her steady as she knelt over him, pumping his thick cock into her in deep punches, pulling out only halfway before thrusting back in, so that the plump head of him rubbed her sweet spot inside continuously, relentlessly.
Her breath burst out of her body in time with his drives, her breasts jiggling, mouth falling open in a silent cry.
