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Then his hand palmed my breast. A soft murmur hung in my throat. I liked that and wanted more, but I knew better than to push. I wasn't supposed to chase. Talin had just told me to take, so I relaxed into his body and allowed him to simply love me the way we both wanted.
His hand slid over the fullness, making my nipple pebble. My breath came out just a little harder, making it audible in the darkened room, so Talin guided me forward. Step by step, he continued to undress me, managing to open the last button just as we reached the edge of the blankets. Then he guided my dress off my shoulders and all the way down to the floor.
Next came my lingerie. Talin kissed the lace down my back as he carefully removed each piece. The corset. The garter belt. When he got to the lowest layer, he turned me to face him and then knelt. Slowly, he eased my stockings to the ground, rolling them the way I did on my own. And at the very last, he eased my panties off.
The moment I stepped out of them, he kissed his way back up my legs, brushing his mouth across my pussy, and then continuing up my belly as he pushed back to his feet. When he reached my mouth, I leaned in, needing to kiss him back. Our tongues met and swirled, but he didn't grab me. He made no attempt to pull me up against him. Instead, he simply kissed me, making me so aware of the feel of his lips and the coarseness of his beard against my face.
"Get under the blankets before you get cold," he breathed, pulling away.
I almost huffed in frustration. "What happened to taking?"
He laughed once. "Who said I was done?" And then he pulled his shirt over his head.
I sank down onto the blankets, but didn't bother getting under them. Before me, lit by the fire, every hard ridge and bulge of his muscles was outlined in shadows. The warm glow turned his skin tawny, making me long to touch it. Then Talin eased open his pants, revealing the hardness of his erection.
I licked my lips, thinking about tasting him, but he kept going. As he eased his pants over his ass, my eyes traced the creases along his hips, then the strength of his thighs as they were revealed. Eventually, he had to bend, working the jumble of pants and underwear off together. But when he stood, all I saw was an amazingly beautiful man who was giving himself to me tonight.
Nearly all the priests in Zeal's temple were beautiful. It was well known that our god loved physical beauty and chose those who served because of it. And yet, Talin was still beautiful enough to stand out among all the pretty faces I had grown used to. More than that, I loved this man, and that made him look even sexier.
"Do you know what my favorite memory is?" Talin asked as he knelt and then crawled across the bed toward me.
"No," I breathed, parting my legs so he knew exactly where I wanted him.
One arm slid under my knee. The other pressed right between my legs, and then he leaned in. "The sight of you coming undone around me before the fireplace in my childhood room." And then his mouth found my pussy.
His tongue slipped right between my folds, teasing my clit with a long lick. Then, while he shifted to get comfortable, he sucked at it, making me gasp. Reaching down with one hand, I cradled his head, holding him there, and simply gave in. Talin knew just what I liked and as his mouth worked me, his hand joined in.
I could feel my nipples, achingly hard and begging for attention. His shoulders pressed against the underside of my thighs, lifting them higher. Then his hand began to move, stroking me higher while taking his time about it. Every motion was calculated and sensual. Each touch felt like complete pleasure on its own. Combined, I wanted to mewl and whimper in pleasure, because this was not simply fucking. This was the kind of love that came from more than merely being touched.
It was the way he cared about everything, how every movement of our bodies was meant to bring us closer together, and how much he seemed to enjoy what he was doing. His fingers curled, stroking me from the inside, and his tongue made swirls, flicks, and long laps against my clit. It all felt so good, and I found myself relaxing into it.
I took.
Every sensation he was willing to give me, I drank it in. When his free hand found my breast, I didn't arch into it. I just took, caring about nothing but the next caress, the suck that would come after, or even the plunging of his hand into my body. I didn't care who heard me. I moaned. I gasped his name, begging for more. I also began to buck as my body couldn't control itself.
Talin rocked with my hips, increasing his efforts. Every touch blurred together into an overwhelming sensation of pleasure across my body. Like this, I felt beautiful and treasured. He made me believe that I was the most important thing, and I loved it all. I just loved him, even as the pleasure built until I couldn't take it anymore.
I came, gasping his name as my body lost control. My legs shuddered around his neck, my toes curled, and my fingers tangled in his hair, but I didn't care. It was amazing, beautiful, and us. All of this was just us loving the only way we knew how: completely.
Just as the last wave of pleasure released me, Talin eased my legs down, spreading them a little wider, and then crawled his way over me. "Is that all you need, beautiful?" he teased.
The hand I'd had on his head slipped down to his shoulders, and I tried to use it to pull him against me. "Oh, no. I need all of you."
He let me, leaning in just long enough to kiss me again. This time, it was hard, and I could feel his dick pressing against the inside of my thigh as our mouths danced. My body was still riding the high of my orgasm, and yet I wanted more. I wanted to feel him hold me against him. I needed him inside me. I wanted to see him as he lost himself in my body, so I pulled my mouth away.
"I need you," I managed to get out, breathing much too hard.
Talin's eyes found mine even as he sat up on his knees. Then both of his hands grabbed my hips, his forearms parting my legs even more, and his eyes dropped to my pussy. The man even licked his lips as he lined himself up, and then he pulled my body onto his, lifting my ass off the ground.
The groan that came out was much too loud, and I didn't care. He stretched me as he filled me, and I pawed at the blankets for something to hold on to. One hand found his thigh. The other fisted the covers beneath me. When he was buried inside me, Talin paused, letting my body relax, and then he began to move.
Long, decisive strokes brought us together. The sight of his hips flexing, his abs tensing, and his biceps bulging as he manhandled my body turned me on in ways I'd never imagined. Then there was the fact that he was watching us, unable to tear his eyes from where his dick vanished into my body.
Arching my back, I could pump myself onto him a little more, taking him even deeper. Our hips moved in time, the flickering light made this feel almost surreal, and it was like a dream come true. When a small grunt broke from his lips, it made me want to hear more, so I worked him, taking what I wanted. This man felt so good inside me. He looked so good above me. As my fingers pressed into his thigh even harder, I let my eyes slip closed and cared about nothing more than how we felt together.
Our movements weren't frantic. Our pace wasn't frenzied. It also didn't matter. He knew how to love me, and Talin worked my body the way I wanted it most. Deep, solid thrusts drove me higher even as one of his hands moved up my ribs, but not for my breast. Just as he reached the swell, his caress changed direction so he could spread his palm across my belly, feeling my skin as his hand moved back down. Then his thumb found my clit.
While he rocked into my body, he rubbed circles around the hard knot of nerves, and I writhed with the pleasure of it. My ankles locked behind his back. My hips were burning from being spread so wide like this. That little hint of discomfort was just enough to prove this was real, and I leaned into it, demanding just a bit more. Knowing I was so close that it wouldn't even take too much.
