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pressed down hard by his, and closed her eyes.
“No matter how much I want to bury myself in here again”—he pressed down and made her arch into her hand—“I won’t, not until you’ve made your decision whether to help me or not. But there are other ways I can leave you wanting me.”
Oh no . She tried again to pull her hand away and couldn’t.
Again, that urgent pressure. Mmm . Red flared against the insides of her lids.
“You will keep this memory for the rest of your life.”
What does he mean to do ? The question gave rise to another surge of desire. She squirmed, and her panties moved, slick with her arousal, beneath her shorts.
At the insistence of his hands and body, she sank to the grass with him behind her. Dazed, she squinted at sky bleached in noon sunlight, aware of the overarching hedge walls around them, the press of his cock into the crevice of her ass, the smell of crushed grass, and her arousal. Only the house was visible from this shaded spot. The overgrown hedges shrouded them as if they’d found a grotto deep in a forgotten forest. Spots of glare drifted across her vision.
“First, these go,” he murmured.
The buttons of her bodice tumbled earthward down the cotton front, and the garment opened, spilling her breasts. Surprised, she went to grab at the bottom flap of fabric, only to find her left hand brought to cross her right, wrist to wrist, still above her groin. Something tickled the skin there, encircled her wrists, and held them.
His hand moved along the seam of her shorts, and something parted. “Touch yourself, here.”
More pressure against her swollen clit, skin to skin. He helped her right hand delve deeper between her legs. She groaned as his strength made it impossible for her to do anything except obey, and her fingers, entwined with his, slid across the naked folds of her labia.
How can that be? What happened to my shorts?
So wickedly wet, and she was doing this, stimulating herself, with this man making her, watching her. And every momentary graze of his skin against her aroused flesh seemed to turn her inside out.
She couldn’t help but wonder if there was a penalty for making love to a fae. But if there was, oh my, she’d pay it a thousand times over.
She attempted to look, glimpsed a circlet of tiny leaves at her wrists before he pulled her head back, and his mouth possessed her throat. He moved his lips up, marching across her neck and jaw in electric, stinging sucks and bites and kisses until he found her mouth and took it roughly. For a blurred moment her mind spiraled in a feedback loop of jolting electricity. Nip, sizzle, writhe, and groan.
His fingers and hers sank into the wetness below, her left hand tied somehow to her right, and she couldn’t tell where his skin and hers began and ended. Muddled, overwhelmed, she alternated between arching back against the length of his erection twitching at her buttocks and arching forward into her own hand. She came in a white-hot blinding surge, and winding down from that, discovered he’d not been satisfied.
“More, Danii. You can come again, I know. Let me see you wriggle your bottom and gasp into my mouth. Show me what you can do.”
While his tongue ruthlessly explored her mouth, he slid his other hand onto her nipple and pinched. The pain snaked liquid and burning down to her groin. Arousal resurfaced as if she’d not climaxed only a few seconds ago.
“No! Can’t. Not yet!”
“But you can. You’re neglecting this,” he said, and he guided her thumb to her throbbing clit, made it revolve and squash gently, setting up an exquisite rhythm. Now, straining forward became the only choice. He helped by thrusting at her from behind, sandwiching her between his cock and the squeeze and press and slide of fingers. Thick fingers filled her cleft.
“Oh, yes,” she gasped.
“There, yes,” he agreed, voice rough and low with desire. “Let me see you come again, Danii.”
“Ah!” The words gripped
“No matter how much I want to bury myself in here again”—he pressed down and made her arch into her hand—“I won’t, not until you’ve made your decision whether to help me or not. But there are other ways I can leave you wanting me.”
Oh no . She tried again to pull her hand away and couldn’t.
Again, that urgent pressure. Mmm . Red flared against the insides of her lids.
“You will keep this memory for the rest of your life.”
What does he mean to do ? The question gave rise to another surge of desire. She squirmed, and her panties moved, slick with her arousal, beneath her shorts.
At the insistence of his hands and body, she sank to the grass with him behind her. Dazed, she squinted at sky bleached in noon sunlight, aware of the overarching hedge walls around them, the press of his cock into the crevice of her ass, the smell of crushed grass, and her arousal. Only the house was visible from this shaded spot. The overgrown hedges shrouded them as if they’d found a grotto deep in a forgotten forest. Spots of glare drifted across her vision.
“First, these go,” he murmured.
The buttons of her bodice tumbled earthward down the cotton front, and the garment opened, spilling her breasts. Surprised, she went to grab at the bottom flap of fabric, only to find her left hand brought to cross her right, wrist to wrist, still above her groin. Something tickled the skin there, encircled her wrists, and held them.
His hand moved along the seam of her shorts, and something parted. “Touch yourself, here.”
More pressure against her swollen clit, skin to skin. He helped her right hand delve deeper between her legs. She groaned as his strength made it impossible for her to do anything except obey, and her fingers, entwined with his, slid across the naked folds of her labia.
How can that be? What happened to my shorts?
So wickedly wet, and she was doing this, stimulating herself, with this man making her, watching her. And every momentary graze of his skin against her aroused flesh seemed to turn her inside out.
She couldn’t help but wonder if there was a penalty for making love to a fae. But if there was, oh my, she’d pay it a thousand times over.
She attempted to look, glimpsed a circlet of tiny leaves at her wrists before he pulled her head back, and his mouth possessed her throat. He moved his lips up, marching across her neck and jaw in electric, stinging sucks and bites and kisses until he found her mouth and took it roughly. For a blurred moment her mind spiraled in a feedback loop of jolting electricity. Nip, sizzle, writhe, and groan.
His fingers and hers sank into the wetness below, her left hand tied somehow to her right, and she couldn’t tell where his skin and hers began and ended. Muddled, overwhelmed, she alternated between arching back against the length of his erection twitching at her buttocks and arching forward into her own hand. She came in a white-hot blinding surge, and winding down from that, discovered he’d not been satisfied.
“More, Danii. You can come again, I know. Let me see you wriggle your bottom and gasp into my mouth. Show me what you can do.”
While his tongue ruthlessly explored her mouth, he slid his other hand onto her nipple and pinched. The pain snaked liquid and burning down to her groin. Arousal resurfaced as if she’d not climaxed only a few seconds ago.
“No! Can’t. Not yet!”
“But you can. You’re neglecting this,” he said, and he guided her thumb to her throbbing clit, made it revolve and squash gently, setting up an exquisite rhythm. Now, straining forward became the only choice. He helped by thrusting at her from behind, sandwiching her between his cock and the squeeze and press and slide of fingers. Thick fingers filled her cleft.
“Oh, yes,” she gasped.
“There, yes,” he agreed, voice rough and low with desire. “Let me see you come again, Danii.”
“Ah!” The words gripped
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