18. Elrik

18

ELRIK

M elly was responsive. Precious. Infinitely desirable.

And she was all mine.

I rode her orgasm, milking it out with my fingers until she collapsed beneath me.

Lifting my head, I watched the pleasure continue to unfold on her face.

"Elrik," she groaned. "What are you doing to me?"

"Showing you how much you mean to me."

"I want you. All of you."

It was time to claim her completely.

Rising from the bed, I stripped off my jeans. My cock ached with need, and it sprung up to smack against my abs.

She stared at it, and I watched her face to see if she cringed or if her excitement remained. I found only eagerness there, but . . .

"I'm big. Sorry." Why did I feel like wincing about something beyond my control ?

The smile she sent me made my insides flip in all directions. "I think big is going to be a wonderful thing. You'll fit."

"You're sure?"

She scooted to the edge of the bed and got onto her knees, facing me. "Give me your cock. I want to play with it a bit." Her fingertips teased across my hip, moving closer to my shaft that throbbed so much, I worried it would explode.

My groan ripped out. "If you touch it, I'm going to come."

"Then come. We'll give you a short time to rest, and when you're ready again, we'll keep going."

"It's not fair to you."

"I just had a wonderful orgasm. If that's all I get tonight, I'm okay with that. Expect me to be demanding and needy in the morning, however."

My laugh snorted out. This was why this woman was my mate; she could see humor in a situation that was too often serious. She was relaxed about this, not pressuring me or herself for more than what came naturally.

And she'd come so wonderfully from my fingers.

She slid her fingers across my abdomen to my cock and took it in both hands. "Yummy."

"It's not food."

"Oh, yes, it is." When she looked up at me, I read so much mischief on her face, my balls tightened, and my cock spasmed. I wasn't coming—not yet—but damn, I was close. I'd think of ice to distract me. How tired I sometimes was after climbing deep into a crevasse and making my way back to the surface .

Of lint. Dryer lint to be exact.

As she leaned close and breathed on the head of my cock, I tried to remember when I'd last cleaned out my dryer's lint trap. Two weeks? Surely neglecting it that long was a fire hazard. I needed to remember to take care of it the moment I got home.

She sucked the head of my cock into her mouth. My balls spasmed, and my cock bobbed upward, seeking her warmth, her wetness.

My groan echoed in the room. Tipping my head back, I closed my eyes, and gave myself over to this wonderful woman who was eager to please me.

My balls tightened, and my body started to shudder.

I erected a barrier between my mind and my shaft.

Did anyone ever collect enough dryer lint to have it spun into yarn? It would make nice mittens or . . . a scarf for a toy poodle.

Her mouth was hot and her tongue lightly scratchy. She dragged it up and down my length and it was all I could do to focus on lint.

Then she pointed my cock her way and took a big gulp of me, sucking so much of me inside her hot mouth, I worried I'd choke off her airway. Her wide eyes met mine as she moved her mouth and sucked, and damn, but there wasn't anything prettier than my mate taking as much of me as she could.

I slid my fingers into her hair, taking care not to tug, and pumped slowly toward me. When she hummed, the vibration ricocheted down my cock. I nearly shot myself inside her.

Her fingertips stroked my balls, and they liked that as much as my cock did her mouth. Her tongue. Her humming that was making my brain shoot out the top of my head and through the roof.

Pulling back, she released me with a wet pop. "I'm going to suck you off soon, but I want to feel this big boy buried inside me." She turned and rose onto her hands and knees, pointing her gorgeous, ripe ass my way. She was dripping so much I worried it would run down the back of her thigh, and I'd miss out on it. "Ride me, cowboy," she said over her shoulder. "Come on. You know you want to do it."

"I was thinking of dryer lint and poodles and scarves."

The prettiest smile rose on her face. "Whatever gets you off. Come on. Stick that big old cock inside me. Drive it in hard, would you?"

"Not at first," I protested, my heart flailing like a ninety-year-old maiden.

"Later, then? Because I need it. Want it. Want you."

"Alright. You've talked me into it," I huffed.

Stooping forward, I licked her opening, groaning at how amazing she tasted. Just a few more samples . . . I drove my tongue inside her. When she whimpered and pressed back to meet me, I found her clit and rubbed it hard while sliding my tongue across her inner walls, coating her with my saliva while savoring her natural wetness.

When she started gasping and rocking hard against my mouth and my fingers, I rose up over her and placed the head of my cock at her opening.

Then I held her hips and drove myself deep inside her.