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gently slipping inside her.
“You are ready for me and I am honored by the fact,” he whispered against her mouth. “Take me inside you, Witch.”
“Yes, oh bossy one,” Topper declared, biting his bottom lip and liking his groan. She reached between them, gripped his hard length, and then braced a hand on his shoulder as she slid down on him.
“Open your eyes while you do it,” Stark ordered.
Her startled green gaze flew to his dancing silver one as she eased herself further down on him. His eyes nearly crossed when he was completely sheathed.
“Now ride me,” he commanded. “I need to be taken by you. I need to know I am who you want.”
Topper shook as she rose and fell until Stark was seated deep within her and breathing hard. She rose again, this time rocking her hips forward as she came down. Stark hissed beneath her. She watched his face as she rode him, watched his bliss take him over. She rode him lightly, reluctant to change what felt so good for her.
Until Stark grasped her hips and growled in her ear. “Harder. Don’t make me keep you up for the rest of the night getting my fill.”
Topper lowered herself and rocked her hips forward and back. She heard herself panting but couldn’t care. Stark’s commanding whispers were driving her on… but they were also driving her crazy.
“Shut up,” she ordered back. “I can’t concentrate with you barking orders at me.” His husky laughter made her stop mid-slide. “And now you’re laughing… okay, I’m done.”
“No, we’re not. Far from it. I don’t think we will ever be done,” Stark declared.
He stood with Topper wrapped around him. He buried his face in her shoulder. She had to wrap her legs tightly around his waist to keep from sliding down his body. He loved every second of her desperate clinging.
Then her back hit the bed. Topper stared up into Stark’s eyes as he stared back. “I’m sorry I couldn’t finish you off in the chair. I’m out of practice.”
Stark chuckled at the least of his concerns. “You won’t be by tomorrow morning,” he promised. “We will be experts on each other by then.”
“You are so damn arrogant. I hate that in most men,” Topper whispered.
He took her mouth ruthlessly, his tongue seeking hers as his body surged forward to bury his mating organ in her depths. Topper moaned around his tongue and her legs quivered as they tightened around his waist. He chose a rhythm and held it, knowing it might take his out-of-practice lover a while to find her pleasure. That was fine with him. There was a perfect bliss from just being inside her. In time, he would find a thousand ways to please her. But this first time was about raw need and their acceptance of it.
When Topper hissed and arched her hips, he wanted to yell like a warrior, but instead he bent his large body enough to bury his face in her throat.
“Stark,” she said, panting in bliss.
“Goddess, I love to hear you say my name so desperately.”
Unable to hold back anymore, he raised up on his hands and drove into her hard, Topper’s body giving with every push until she shattered around him. He kept on moving until his body found release and then he slid arms under her to hold her to him, unwilling to let her escape.
He was still kissing her face when Topper’s breathing returned to normal. Her hand moved to his face and her fingertips traced his lips. He smiled against them.
“Now I get why all those alien women stand in line for a turn with you,” Topper teased.
Stark shook his head. “Not really. But eventually you will understand. Tonight was rough. It was a hard won concession for both of us to give in to each other. Now we can focus on more pleasurable pursuits of our bliss.”
Topper snickered. “I should never have praised you. You’re arrogant enough as it is.”
She fell asleep only to be awakened some time later by a hot mouth suckling her nipple while several icy fingertips teased and stroked her throbbing
“You are ready for me and I am honored by the fact,” he whispered against her mouth. “Take me inside you, Witch.”
“Yes, oh bossy one,” Topper declared, biting his bottom lip and liking his groan. She reached between them, gripped his hard length, and then braced a hand on his shoulder as she slid down on him.
“Open your eyes while you do it,” Stark ordered.
Her startled green gaze flew to his dancing silver one as she eased herself further down on him. His eyes nearly crossed when he was completely sheathed.
“Now ride me,” he commanded. “I need to be taken by you. I need to know I am who you want.”
Topper shook as she rose and fell until Stark was seated deep within her and breathing hard. She rose again, this time rocking her hips forward as she came down. Stark hissed beneath her. She watched his face as she rode him, watched his bliss take him over. She rode him lightly, reluctant to change what felt so good for her.
Until Stark grasped her hips and growled in her ear. “Harder. Don’t make me keep you up for the rest of the night getting my fill.”
Topper lowered herself and rocked her hips forward and back. She heard herself panting but couldn’t care. Stark’s commanding whispers were driving her on… but they were also driving her crazy.
“Shut up,” she ordered back. “I can’t concentrate with you barking orders at me.” His husky laughter made her stop mid-slide. “And now you’re laughing… okay, I’m done.”
“No, we’re not. Far from it. I don’t think we will ever be done,” Stark declared.
He stood with Topper wrapped around him. He buried his face in her shoulder. She had to wrap her legs tightly around his waist to keep from sliding down his body. He loved every second of her desperate clinging.
Then her back hit the bed. Topper stared up into Stark’s eyes as he stared back. “I’m sorry I couldn’t finish you off in the chair. I’m out of practice.”
Stark chuckled at the least of his concerns. “You won’t be by tomorrow morning,” he promised. “We will be experts on each other by then.”
“You are so damn arrogant. I hate that in most men,” Topper whispered.
He took her mouth ruthlessly, his tongue seeking hers as his body surged forward to bury his mating organ in her depths. Topper moaned around his tongue and her legs quivered as they tightened around his waist. He chose a rhythm and held it, knowing it might take his out-of-practice lover a while to find her pleasure. That was fine with him. There was a perfect bliss from just being inside her. In time, he would find a thousand ways to please her. But this first time was about raw need and their acceptance of it.
When Topper hissed and arched her hips, he wanted to yell like a warrior, but instead he bent his large body enough to bury his face in her throat.
“Stark,” she said, panting in bliss.
“Goddess, I love to hear you say my name so desperately.”
Unable to hold back anymore, he raised up on his hands and drove into her hard, Topper’s body giving with every push until she shattered around him. He kept on moving until his body found release and then he slid arms under her to hold her to him, unwilling to let her escape.
He was still kissing her face when Topper’s breathing returned to normal. Her hand moved to his face and her fingertips traced his lips. He smiled against them.
“Now I get why all those alien women stand in line for a turn with you,” Topper teased.
Stark shook his head. “Not really. But eventually you will understand. Tonight was rough. It was a hard won concession for both of us to give in to each other. Now we can focus on more pleasurable pursuits of our bliss.”
Topper snickered. “I should never have praised you. You’re arrogant enough as it is.”
She fell asleep only to be awakened some time later by a hot mouth suckling her nipple while several icy fingertips teased and stroked her throbbing
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