Adrian sucked in his breath through his teeth. He wanted nothing more in that moment than to sink his hands into her hair and hold her head to him, but he resisted mastering her like that, choosing instead to let her do whatever she wished to do.
“Ah, sweetheart, I can’t tell you how good that feels.” He closed his eyes briefly, tipping his head back with his pleasure, but he preferred to watch her work her magic. “I love your mouth,” he breathed.
She loved how frantic he sounded so quickly. She licked him all around the head of his cock, then sucked him in hard and deep. She repeated the steps over and over again until he couldn’t help himself and he put his shaking hands deep into her hair. He crushed the strands in his fists and between his fingers, but still made no physical move to guide her. She was doing just fine all on her own as far as he was concerned. But that didn’t preclude him from giving her verbal instructions.
“Touch my balls while you’re doing that,” he instructed. “Even if it’s just the lightest scrape of your nails…Oh God, yes!” he cried when she followed his instruction well. Too well. Now she was sucking and manipulating him with zeal, making it impossible to focus on anything but her and the buildup of sensation going on in his body.
Satisfied she was getting to him in all the best ways, she was relentless. She could tell by the sounds ejecting out of him that he was fast losing control, that he was swept up in what he was feeling to the point that he had very little to no power over what was happening to him. This was exactly what she had wanted. She reached out with both hands and crawled her fingers up his thighs, making sure to tickle through all the sensitive hairs she found there. He drew his fingers through her hair, clutching and reclutching it at different lengths and intervals. Then his hands moved to her face, his thumbs stroking over her concave cheeks as she drew on him again and again, sliding his length as far into her mouth as she could manage.
“Enough, Kat,” he rasped, holding her head still between his hands. “I won’t come until I’m inside you.”
But she could tell by his breathing and the shaking of his hands that he was very close. He was trying to exhibit control where there was none to be had. To prove the point, she tongued him within her mouth, making him suck in his breath in shock and sensitivity.
“God…I’m warning you, Kathryn, don’t.”
But his gruff warnings and behaviors didn’t frighten her any longer. He had lost that power over her long ago, perhaps even before his looks had fully reverted from those of his monstrous counterpart. Reaching up to take him hard in her hand, she slid her fist up his length until it kissed against her lips. She repeated the action until he moaned. She looked up and saw his head shaking, as if he could ward off what was coming with the power of his will alone.
When he realized how determined she was, that his warnings and wishes otherwise were being completely ignored, he gave himself over to the inevitable. Until now she had always been so caught up in her own pleasure at his hands that she hadn’t really gotten a chance to see what he looked like when he came. She saw it up close and personal now, the way it built in him, the way he couldn’t be still, had to thrust into what he was feeling. His teeth were clenched tight; she could tell because the sounds he released were shot out between them in harsh bursts. Every muscle in his body stood out in relief, the veins beneath his skin drawn clearly in contrast.
“Kathryn…Kathryn, you’d better be good and wet for me,” he ground out, “because right after this I’m going to fuck you within an inch of your life.”
She laughed, the vibration of it clearly passing along his cock because he cried out and abruptly became more frantic before her.
“Kat! My God!” He tried to pull free of her mouth, but she wasn’t having that. She’d always wanted to know. She wasn’t going to let him cheat her out of knowing.
His orgasm was ferocious, from the sounds he made to the burning heat shooting into her mouth. She was surprised by the salty, tart taste of him, swallowing him down before she could even register it fully. But there it was again, over and over in hard spurts against her tongue. And she watched him as he gripped her face fiercely between his palms, clearly forcing himself not to give in to the wild thrusts his body was demanding of him.
She finally allowed him the freedom to escape her mouth. He did so with haste, nearly falling flat on his back as his knees gave out. He sat down hard, gasping for breath and, by the look of him, trying to uncross his eyes. Kathryn giggled at the thought and was surprised to hear him laugh as well.
“No doubt, love. My eyes are well and truly crossed.”
“Hey!” she gasped. “How did you know I was thinking that?”
He gave her a look. “You mean you haven’t realized that we’re a pathic species?”
“Pathic? Like telepathic? Like you know everything I’m thinking?” Her voice grew higher pitched until she was squeaking by the end of the question.
“There isn’t an English term for what we do. It’s more like—the louder the thought and the feeling behind it, the more clearly the impression and words come through. It has to be projected to be received. And you have to be receptive to hear what’s being projected. You can do it too, you know.”
She snorted. “I can not!”
“You can and you will. It just takes practice. Other human women have come to this world and adjusted to the way we speak. So will you.”
“Hmm. Well, this explains how you always knew everything all the time. That’s poor sporting, not letting me know before now.”
“It simply didn’t occur to me until just recently. I was going to say something, but I think I got distracted.”
“Well, next time when it’s something that important, don’t get distracted,” she huffed.
“Not even if it’s by you and that fascinating mouth of yours?” he asked her.
“Not—fascinating?” she asked, hearing the compliment on a delay because she was still flustered to realize he could read her thoughts all this time.
“Beyond fascinating,” he said, moving forward on his hands and knees until he crowded her flat onto her back. “I would be remiss if I didn’t also add ‘extraordinary’ to the list.”
“I think you’re trying to charm me,” she accused him, “so I’ll forget about your little lapse.”
“And if I am?” he asked, running a finger up the center of her belly.
“Well, it might not work,” she warned him.
“Won’t it, though?” He grinned at her as his finger changed direction and headed directly south of her navel. He kept going until he was traveling deeply between her labia and probing teasingly at the portal to her body.
“You think you can use sex to get your way?” she breathed.
“I do. Mainly because from the very start you have struck me as a sexual creature, Kat. I know you don’t think of yourself that way, but I have never seen you as anything but. Your sensuality is stunning. From the scent you wear to the clothes you choose.” He dipped his head and tongued her belly button, making her giggle an instant before he thrust his finger inside her. “Mmm, it’s a wonder how you can still be so tight when you’ve had me inside you already today. It’s as if I was never here. I’m not sure whether to be fascinated or put out.”
“I’m sure it’s not a commentary on your performance,” she assured him with a smile.
“Let’s hope not. But just to be safe, I’m going to test the theory.”
“Already?” She laughed as he whipped his tongue around her navel once more, then drew a line straight down to her pubic curls. “I must say, that’s, like, porno impressive.”
“Have you seen many of those?” He glanced up in time to see her blush. He chuckled.
“Well! I was curious,” she defended herself.
“And more power to you,” he assured her. “I was laughing at your penchant for blushing. You’re an easy book to read sometimes.”
“All the time, according to Jillian. She says I wear my heart on
my sleeve. Oh! Don’t,” she begged him when he went to kiss her very intimately.
“Why not?”
“Because I haven’t showered since the last time. Please…”
“Nonsense. That only means you’ll smell and taste like both of us. Which makes you more provocative, in my book.”
To prove his point, he flicked his tongue against her saturated folds, tasting her deeply. He made an appreciative sound, but all she had needed was the look in his darkening eyes to know he was telling her the truth. He found everything about her compelling, she realized. And realizing that was a powerful feeling. A strong and feminine feeling. It was enough to power her courage so she could brazenly kick up her legs and sling them over his shoulders. He took the hint and lowered himself to the task of taking an even deeper taste. He also worked a second finger inside her, making her squirm at the combined sensations.
He played over her for a good long while, stroking her like a fine instrument tuning up to play in the orchestra. He waited until she was writhing hard on the floor, her legs clutching him in such a grip she could have bruised a lesser man’s back. Instead it just excited him more and more, every time her heels dug in. But he didn’t let her climax, much to her audible frustration.
“Oh no,” he said as he freed himself from her legs and climbed up her body. “No shortcuts for you, Miss Kat. We’re going to save it for the best part, and this time, you’re not going to hold out on me.”
“But…what if I can’t help it?” she asked with a swallow of anxiety. “Just the thought of everyone knowing every time I…I…”
“Come?” he supplied.
“God. I can’t even say it. You must think me such a child,” she said, her voice falling to a whisper.
“No. Never that. I think you’re young, inexperienced, and very, very innocent.”
“Not so innocent anymore,” she noted, her color deepening.
“And are you ashamed of that?” he asked as he kissed the side of her neck.
“No,” she said, and he knew immediately that she spoke the truth. “Never.”
“Good. There is no reason for shame. Not for either of us, Kathryn.” He opened his mouth on her, biting her gently on the crest of her shoulder. It gave her chills and she shivered because of them.
“I’m not ashamed,” she promised him. “Just…painfully shy.”
“So strong and so delicate. A beautiful conundrum,” he said. “But there will be no shyness this time, love. This time you’ll give me everything and not give a damn about anyone else but us.”
He punctuated the order with a deep, wild kiss, one where she could taste herself on his lips and felt heightened excitement wash through her because of it. The scent and flavor was unique and intoxicating. It was them. Together. It was the most amazing thing she had ever experienced in her life. No wonder he enjoyed it so much.
“Okay,” she said breathlessly. “I’ll try not to be shy.”
“Don’t try,” he countered against her lips. “There should be no effort at all when it comes to this. Just relax. It comes so naturally to you. There will be little effort necessary.”
“All right,” she said, a promise to herself as much as it was meant to be a promise to him. He worried that she was putting even more undue pressure on herself as she mentally chanted to herself to relax. That was when he realized it was going to be up to him to get her through this. He just had to push her past the point of being able to think about anything. Only then would she be able to let go.
Distraction was going to be his first technique.
He moved back and grabbed her legs, crossing them before reaching for her hips and flipping her over. He prevented her from going up on her knees when she naturally would and instead straddled her backside. She twisted around, trying to see him. He forced her to face the floor and then began to rub her back in long, relaxing strokes. Then, just as she started to moan in pleasure, he bent forward and swept her hair aside so he could bite her on the back of her neck. She yelped at the minimal but startling pain. Then he went to her midspine and did it again. He moved back off her and after shaping her buttocks with his hands for a long moment, he bent to nip her on each one there as well.
This startled her and made her laugh. Adrian was willing to bet it made her blush as well. But at this point, he wasn’t going to let her get away with any shyness. Even if he had to shock it out of her. He wanted her to be so comfortable with his uses for her body that nothing he did would shock her anymore.
To that end, Adrian molded her backside, one cheek in each hand, massaging for a moment before pushing them apart, exposing the crevice between them, then bent his head and licked her from her perineum back. He thought she might have exploded from the floor if he’d not been holding her down. He could see the back of her neck coloring and it made him smile.
“Adrian!” she gasped.
He turned her over, facing her furious blush.
“There is no part of you that is off limits to me and anything I want to do,” he told her when she tried to sputter out a protest. “There is nothing to be shy of or ashamed of.” He came up to her and kissed her mouth. “Everything about you is precious to me. Every inch of you is utterly delicious. Never forget that.”
He reached for her hand and wrapped it around his thick and heavy cock, reminding her how aroused she made him.
“Nothing bothers you,” she murmured. “I wish I could be like that.”
“You can be. Just let go and feel. Feel everything. Want to feel everything.”
To punctuate the point he bent her legs at the knees, pushing them up and apart.
“Hold on to your legs. That’s a good girl.” She grabbed her knees, pulling them up toward her chest, exposing the very core of her sex to him. He wanted to bend his mouth to her again, to taste how lush and warm she was, but he honestly couldn’t bear being outside her any longer. He came up to her until his penis was touching all that wet and wonderful flesh, then took a moment to bathe himself in her, rocking back and forth against her, his cock taunting her clit with every stroke until she was shuddering with ripples of pleasure.
Once he was good and wet with her juices, he made no pretense of hesitation or teasing. He notched himself at her entrance and, putting a thumb against her clit, he thrust deeply into her. Normally he would take time to let her adjust to his girth, but he had no patience for that and wanted no more delays. The longer she took to reach climax, the more time she’d have to think and fret about it.
Working from both the inside and the wet little clit on the outside, he thrust into her in steady, rocking movements. Her hips came up with each rolling impact, and she moaned out soft little sounds of pleasure almost immediately. And why wouldn’t she? He was engaged in a two-pronged attack, and he was determined she was going to win this battle.
Kathryn quickly lost track of which way was up. She couldn’t figure out if she wanted her eyes closed so she could focus on the feelings she was experiencing, or open so she could see her magnificent lover in all his dominating glory. She loved to watch him, the expanse of his chest, the tight taper of defined muscles down along his belly that stood out in stark definition each time he thrust forward into her, and that magnificent cock of his moving in and out of her body. The sight of that was enough to spin her brain, to coax her on a ride up toward the peak he wanted so badly for her to jump from. She tried so hard not to think about all those people in the village who would know every time they made love like this. She tried not to feel like they were being monitored.
The sudden smack on her backside startled her right out of her thoughts. She looked up at his darkened eyes in shock.
“That’s what I’m going to do every time I catch you obsessing like that,” he promised her.
The smack hadn’t hurt. In fact, quite the opposite. A warm, devastating tingle ran right through her sex. And the moment she realized she liked it, he gave a little chuckle.
“I’ll have to remember that,” he mused
, making her flush to realize he had read from her. Then she thought she didn’t care if he had. What was the big deal? He was her lover. He was supposed to find out what turned her on. “That’s right, honey. Just let go,” he coaxed her, doubling his rhythm inside her to make it hard not to do exactly that. He bent to snare a nipple between his teeth, tugging at it just hard enough to make her gasp and moan as he drew a line with the action from breast to clit and from clit to deep inside her pussy.
She began to pant frantically, the power of his skill overwhelming her. She was coming up on a crest blindingly fast, almost before she could even anticipate it. She didn’t realize that was exactly Adrian’s plan. He continued to overwhelm her until she was highly wet with stimulation and swirling madly in her own mind. Her body was humming, singing hard for him, fast reaching the point of a scream.
“That’s it. Now you let go, love. Fly for me, Kat.”
She wanted to. More than anything. But she feared she wouldn’t be able to.
“None of that,” he scolded her with a deep growl. “I’m ready for you and I want you ready for me. Just feel. Only feel.”
She had no choice but to feel. He was everywhere all at once, from bite to thrust to that maddening swirl of a thumb against her. She couldn’t bear it another second. She cried out, long low sounds of pleasure as her body whipped up tight with need.
“Adrian!” she cried, fear in her voice. She wasn’t afraid to let go per se, but she was afraid of the power of what was waiting for her. She knew it was going to be like nothing she had felt to date.
“It’s all right. I’m with you,” he breathed.
It was all she needed, to know he was there for her no matter what. She didn’t know that was what she needed, but she did. She threw her head back and launched into a stunning orgasm, her whole body locking up around him. She felt like she was riding horseback, racing madly, jumping the highest obstacles. She cried out long and loud, her body squeezing him tightly until he was forced to come over with her. She felt him coming, felt him lose all sense of control, just blindly thrusting into her and following every feeling he had.