27. Melly

27

MELLY

I 'd never sucked on a guy's cock before Elrik. Never wanted to either. But since meeting him, everything had changed. I might be unsure about where our relationship was going, but I'd already proven I could give him pleasure. That empowered me in a way nothing else ever had.

Feeding me a sultry smile, he settled on the bench with his legs splayed wide and his gorgeous cock standing at attention. He was much taller than me, but sitting put him at human height, and because I was tall myself, I could kneel on the sand between his thighs and reach quite easily.

Leaning over his cock, I stared down at it while rubbing his thighs in slow circles. Each etched pattern brought my fingers closer. Closer. Until I touched the base.

He released a low groan, and his eyelids slid closed. He tipped his head back and gave himself over to me. I was in control of his pleasure, but this wasn't about anything like that. I wanted to do this for him, to hear him growl my name and shout when he came.

I held his cock in place and slid my tongue from the base to the tip. His body stilled, though his muscles tightened.

"Melly," he breathed, his words music to my ears alone. "You . . ."

My knees shook, and I melted from the way he said my name. It would be easy to tug him down to the sand, to take his cock and guide it inside me, but I wanted to do this. I sucked the head of his cock into my mouth. Yeah, he was big, and there was no way I could take all of him without practice, but I'd take all I could, just like I had the other night when we were first together.

His taste was as spicy as the icicle, like cinnamon combined with something that tingled across my tongue like hot chilis. I loved it. I wanted more.

Every bit of him was gorgeous, like he was a statue carved from ice who melted for me alone. The thought thrilled through me. I sensed my future only held happiness because he would share it with me.

My body tightened, and heat swirled through me, centering in my core. I wanted him. Craved him like no other. I couldn't wait to feel him deep inside me again.

His fingers slid through my hair, and as I moved my mouth up and down, taking him deeper with each of my thrusts, he cupped my head, holding me in place. His groans erupted around us.

I was lost in this moment; in the pleasure I was giving this man who'd quickly come to mean everything to me. There wasn't anything better than knowing he was fully into this because I was the one doing it for him.

"Melly," he growled. "I can't . . . You shouldn't."

I wanted to. So much. I wanted him to come in my mouth. I'd suck it down like I did his cock right now, and I'd relish the notion that in this, he was mine.

I watched him while I slid my tongue up and down his length, and the pleasure on his face was my undoing. I shifted my knees, rubbing my thighs together, but the movement didn't quite tease the area where I ached for him the most.

He must've sensed my need, because he lifted me. While I whimpered and clung to his cock, he settled me on the bench beside him where I could still reach, but he could touch me. He bunched up my dress, and cool night air bathed my thighs and ass. He wrenched my underwear to the side and slid his fingers deeper.

"Wet. So wet for me." He drove a finger inside me, and my moan ripped up my throat. It was all I could do to focus on sucking his cock and swirling my tongue across the head.

Need made me jerk my hips back to meet his fingers. He added another, the stretch making me need him even more.

He kept plunging them inside me, then pulling them out, gliding them across my clit before pushing them all the way to the hilt.

"Melly," he growled. "I need you."

I released his cock only long enough to look up at him. "I'm yours. "

"Climb on me, pretty one. Ride me until we scream out our joy."

I didn't need any more encouragement than that. I released his cock and stood in front of him, shimmying out of my underwear, leaving my dress on.

I climbed onto his lap, and he placed his hands on my hips as I settled myself over him.

It didn't take much to guide the head of his cock to my entrance, and it took even less effort on my part to let myself go and drop down onto his shaft. He filled me so completely that I wanted to weep.

No, I wanted to ride. I'd buck against this guy until we both shattered.

He curled his body forward and kissed me, his mouth searing across mine. But when I started moving, we couldn't maintain the kiss. We burst apart, sharing smiles that dissolved into moans.

My heart pounded as I moved faster, his hands on my hips lifting me and pushing me back down.

He slid one hand between us and stroked my clit. I nearly shot off right then and there. No, no, no. I wanted this to last all night long, not end in one big explosion now.

"Take me," he growled. "Claim my body in the way only you can."

Need coiled inside me, swirling down to make me even wetter. I started moving faster, my body jerking up and falling back down. Each time, he thrust his hips up to meet me.

As I moved, I yanked at his shirt. He paused only long enough to rip it up over his head and throw it aside. That gave me full access, and I kissed his chest, running my tongue across his nipple. It beaded, so I did it to the other one. I couldn't resist running my fingertips across his rippling muscles, tracing each one while I sucked on his nipple.

He urged me to go faster, driving up while I plunged down.

I cried out at the wonder. Nothing felt better than my ice lord pushing himself deep inside me.

When I sensed the temperature change, I paused, looking up at him.

Strain showed on his face. "Too cold?"

"It feels wonderful." I loved the heat of his cock, but now it felt almost as cold as the icicle—in a good way. A chill swept through me, but it only made me crave him more.

There must be people around, but not in the world we'd claimed as our own. Only the distant roar of the waves and the lone cry of a seagull broke through our gasps as we rocked closer and closer to ultimate pleasure.

He put everything he had into each thrust, his hand on my hip driving me down, the other stroking my clit.

Pressure built within me until I almost couldn't stand it. I tipped my head back and cried out as ripples started shooting through me, shocking their way to my fingertips and toes.

His cock tightened. It cooled and heated, flashing back and forth, and I sensed he was also losing control.

I could tell he was close, so I went faster, riding through my orgasm while pushing him nearer to his own.

"Mine," he growled. "All mine. "

"I am," I whispered against his chest. "I'm claiming you, Elrik."

"Yes." He cupped the back of my head and tipped it back, his blue gaze blazing into mine.

Then he gave way, shuddering and jerking beneath me, falling into his own orgasm while groaning out my name.