he was creating within her. His fingers skittered along her insides, first rubbing gently, as her walls slickened around him, then darting into her in a rhythm that she knew was natural and teasing.
Her moistness increased, and she felt him suckle her nipple, which was now a hard dot upon her chest. The two sensations together, what he did to her bosom as he stroked her insides, created such a maelstrom of pleasure that she couldn’t breathe regularly. Her air came in shorts gasps and huffs as he toyed with her, and she wondered, how she had ever lived without knowing such pleasure.
He left her bosom, and she felt a hand stroke her cheek. She opened her eyes to find him staring down at her, his eyes wholly focused on her. “Are you ready?” he asked. “Am I real enough for you?”
She smiled and settled her hands onto his back, “I think I’ve been ready for you my entire life,” she said, as she lifted her mouth to meet his.
As their lips met and he plunged his tongue into her mouth, he thrust his firm cock into her. The fullness of it shocked her, and she pulled away and choked out some primitive sound of pleasure.
“You alright?” he asked, concern on his brow.
She was more than alright. “I’ve never been better,” she admitted.
A smile found his lips and he pushed deeper in as his eyes held hers. He began a slow and steady thrust that made her feel wave after wave of pleasure. Her fingers pressed deep into his back as he moved inside her. She wanted to feel him, to touch him, her hands gliding along his arched back, and her legs wrapping around him as his body connected with hers. The moved as one, small grunts escaping them.
His lips found her collarbone as he thrust deep inside her, and she tipped her head back to feel him fully, all over her. He was grace in motion as he seemed to be able to touch her everywhere at once, pleasing her every need, ones she didn’t even know she had.
His pace quickened inside her, and she felt her desire for him thicken. As he moved faster, her legs tightened, pulling him tighter to her, and her hands slid up his back, folding into his hair. He kissed her hard, long and dominantly. He pulled free, his hands finding purchase next to her shoulders, and he pumped hard and fast and she breathed in time with him and soon she felt a crescendo of pleasure as she came beneath him. He collapsed on top of her, hugging him to her.
“Rose, you don’t know how happy you’ve made me,” he whispered as he rolled off to lie next to her.
She folded herself in his arms, them both breathing heavily in time together. “As happy as you’ve made me, I hope.” She closed her eyes and lay there with him. This was the best birthday she’d ever had.
Chapter 11
Maurelle, seated on her throne of ivory, smiled as she stared at the man in front of her. Her seer, Eldred, stood before her with the most intriguing news.
“You say she has used fairy stones today, that you know where she traveled to and whence she traveled from?”
Eldred, his inky black hair falling in front of his gray eyes, nodded. His face, which used to be so handsome with his high cheekbones and friendly smile, was now marred with worry lines.
“Eldred,” Maurelle said softly. “You should be happy. You’ve brought me good tidings. I’m very pleased.”
Eldred shook his head. “Queen,” he said, biting his lower lip. She adored it when he bit his lip like that. She had to force such thoughts from her head, though. He looked up at her, and spoke tentatively. “Maurelle, you can just let this go. You don’t have to do this to the girl. She’s Blissa’s daughter.”
Eldred took a step toward her. The throne room was empty now, except for the two of them. Maurelle rarely held court these days. This room was rarely filled with the business of the kingdom, for so few came to Maurelle seeking advice.
She still had some loyal, continuous servants. Eldred was one of them. He was one of her oldest friends.
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