Episode Nineteen The Pinnacle

N adira

"This?" A humid breath. "Or that?" I open my mouth and take my mate deep, as deep as I can manage on his huge cock.

"Fuck!" he groans.

I should stop. I should pull him out of my mouth and scold him for answering wrong, but I don't. I keep bobbing my head and sucking his delicious cock, and making moaning noises in the back of my throat that seem to provoke him. He certainly appears to enjoy "that" more than "this" because his fingers are curled around my shoulders as he moans his bliss.

Giving up on the game, I focus on him, on this good male's pleasure. Cupping his firm balls in my hand, gripping the root of his cock with my other, and bobbing up and down on him, I pay attention to his moans of pleasure and the little thrusts of those powerful hips.

I let his taste burst on my tongue. It's a masculine musk that screams how powerful this handsome male is.

Without warning, he grips me under my arms, yanks my mouth off him, and turns me so I'm on my back on the hammock. He's on top of me, panting, gazing into my eyes with a potent combination of love and lust.

He places his cock at my entrance. The way he does it, I can feel how slippery I am, how ready I am for this.

I know he's waiting for permission because this is the most wonderful male on the planet and he could take me if he wanted, but he won't.

"This!" I say. "This!" It's an order.

"Ohh," he rumbles as his lids shutter closed and he slides into my welcoming body.

Gods, nothing, nothing in my lifetime has ever felt as good as his huge cock invading my most intimate spaces.

"Azael."

It's too good. No more words.

As he presses deeper, I widen my thighs, beckoning him all the way inside me. I've never had anything this big, this thick, inside me, but he prepared me so well, and I'm so ready to receive him. His slide is perfect all the way in, then he hits bottom.

Our gazes catch and hold. And then he pulls out and thrusts. Long. Slow. Deep.

Between the conversation our eyes are having, and the complex discussion of our hips and thighs, his cock and my channel, there's nothing else happening in the world. Just Azael and Nadira and our need and our love and our union.

When all that needs to be communicated is complete, that gorgeous mouth gives me something between a smirk and a smile. Then the onslaught begins.

Gone is the sweet gentleness. Now I get Azael's passion.

Hip thrusts, grunts, groans, and moans. I don't know whether the sounds are coming from him or me. It doesn't matter. The soft wet squelches of our bodies coming together are sometimes louder than his grunts as he bottoms out in me again and again.

I feel every ridge on his prodigious cock. I'm learning that no matter how big around it feels when it penetrates me, it gets even girthier at the end of his thrust.

The way my breasts jiggle against his fur teases my nipples in a way that adds to the passion fest. His balls slam against my back hole on every pump.

Even as my orgasm builds, I have the gall to order, "Harder."

And he's sexy enough to comply, this time giving an extra swivel to his hips that makes my lust jump from on-fire to ablaze.

He tips his head back, then drills into me one, two, three times in quick succession as he sprays into me with a howl only a monk could make.

Although I'd thought the troop was singing to cover our noises, his howl echoed so loud it must have penetrated to the edges of monk lands. His friends hoot in appreciation, perhaps loud enough to cover my shriek of pleasure as I scream his name.

My release whips through me like a whirlwind, swirling from my epicenter to every cell of my body. The pleasure is so deep and wide and all-encompassing it cracks something open in me as bliss sweeps through me, triggering spasms of more pleasure.

My mate mark flares with ecstasy and I force my eyes open so I can share this with my mate.

The swirling bliss whirls faster and harder, building and climaxing, then slowly circles to a stop.

Azael's kiss, just lip on lip with the sweetest look of love blazing from his cerulean eyes, is the perfect end to the most pleasure I've ever felt in my life.

We sag into a heap, say each other's name, and fall asleep. Still connected.