she smelled herself on his fingers.
“Back to the Axion?” He raised his eyebrows.
“I think that would be safest. How fast do you think we can walk so that no one knows what we are doing?”
Riox lifted her up and flipped her over his shoulder. “This is the Crossroads. Who cares?”
He patted her backside and headed for home.
Chapter Eight
Riox’s room was just as lovely as hers was, but it was far less feminine.
He flipped her off his shoulder and knelt at her feet, pulling off her shoes.
He ran his hands up her legs, and she leaned back and closed her eyes. Riox pressed a kiss to the inside of her left knee, and he worked up her thigh.
She propped herself up on her hands and lifted her hips when he slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulled them down and off.
Gera held her breath when he parted her legs, and his hot exhalation made her gasp and her thighs jerk.
He lapped at her slowly, and she twitched, trying to squirm away. His hands held her in place.
Gera had grown up listening to her sisters talk about orgasms, but feeling the tension building in the unused muscles in her pelvis and accepting that the fire in those nerves was not going to hurt her were two contrasting bits of information. The pleasure was bordering on pain, and she was terrified of tipping over the threshold.
He stroked two fingers into her and sucked at her clit.
The pain and pleasure brought over her, and she jerked hard, pulling at the sheets while the cascades of enjoyment went on and on.
Her dress and bra disappeared in a rush of fey magic, and his clothing followed suit.
Her voice was throaty when she rolled to her side. “Nice trick.”
Riox crept onto the bed next to her. “I have an entire playbook of tricks involving clothing. I hope to be able to display them all to you at one time or another.”
She looked him over. He was all golden skin and black hair. His chest was lightly furred, which was unusual for the fey.
Gera stroked her hand down his chest, following the arrowing trail to his groin where the golden column of his erection stood with its tip weeping slowly.
She wrapped her hand around him and moved up and down the length of him, her fingers barely able to close around the circumference.
She pumped with deliberation until he pulled her hand away.
“There are a thousand adventures for another time. Right now, I want to be inside you.”
Gera shivered. “I am pretty sure that I want that as well.”
“May I proceed?”
She nodded. “Yes; thanks for asking.”
He moved quickly and rolled her to her back. Riox kissed her neck, stroked his hands down her breasts and teased her navel. His description of urgency had a lot more foreplay than she would have imagined.
She was gasping, glowing with sweat and clutching at his shoulders before he shifted completely over her and the head of his erection was requesting entrance.
He rocked into her in small increments until he was fully inside.
Gera had come twice as he slid into her and was shivering as another orgasm was signalling that it was imminent.
Instead of thrusting, Riox circled his hips, grinding against her.
She shook as she tried to fight off another release, but it wouldn’t be denied. She screamed as fire burned through her.
Riox pulled back and thrust in hard. He pounded at her, and she continued to thrash in her release. He shouted and the room lit with the energy between them.
Gera groaned and held onto him while their hearts began to beat in rhythm.
Riox was lying on her and crushing her into the bedding. When he had caught his breath, he lifted his head and kissed her softly.
She brushed her lips against his, and his tongue came out to tease her. She felt his erection surging to life once more, and they began again.
He pulled out of her, turned her to her side and slid into her from behind, his body curving around hers, caressing her back and buttocks.
Riox kept one hand on her belly to rock her
“Back to the Axion?” He raised his eyebrows.
“I think that would be safest. How fast do you think we can walk so that no one knows what we are doing?”
Riox lifted her up and flipped her over his shoulder. “This is the Crossroads. Who cares?”
He patted her backside and headed for home.
Chapter Eight
Riox’s room was just as lovely as hers was, but it was far less feminine.
He flipped her off his shoulder and knelt at her feet, pulling off her shoes.
He ran his hands up her legs, and she leaned back and closed her eyes. Riox pressed a kiss to the inside of her left knee, and he worked up her thigh.
She propped herself up on her hands and lifted her hips when he slid his fingers under the elastic of her panties and pulled them down and off.
Gera held her breath when he parted her legs, and his hot exhalation made her gasp and her thighs jerk.
He lapped at her slowly, and she twitched, trying to squirm away. His hands held her in place.
Gera had grown up listening to her sisters talk about orgasms, but feeling the tension building in the unused muscles in her pelvis and accepting that the fire in those nerves was not going to hurt her were two contrasting bits of information. The pleasure was bordering on pain, and she was terrified of tipping over the threshold.
He stroked two fingers into her and sucked at her clit.
The pain and pleasure brought over her, and she jerked hard, pulling at the sheets while the cascades of enjoyment went on and on.
Her dress and bra disappeared in a rush of fey magic, and his clothing followed suit.
Her voice was throaty when she rolled to her side. “Nice trick.”
Riox crept onto the bed next to her. “I have an entire playbook of tricks involving clothing. I hope to be able to display them all to you at one time or another.”
She looked him over. He was all golden skin and black hair. His chest was lightly furred, which was unusual for the fey.
Gera stroked her hand down his chest, following the arrowing trail to his groin where the golden column of his erection stood with its tip weeping slowly.
She wrapped her hand around him and moved up and down the length of him, her fingers barely able to close around the circumference.
She pumped with deliberation until he pulled her hand away.
“There are a thousand adventures for another time. Right now, I want to be inside you.”
Gera shivered. “I am pretty sure that I want that as well.”
“May I proceed?”
She nodded. “Yes; thanks for asking.”
He moved quickly and rolled her to her back. Riox kissed her neck, stroked his hands down her breasts and teased her navel. His description of urgency had a lot more foreplay than she would have imagined.
She was gasping, glowing with sweat and clutching at his shoulders before he shifted completely over her and the head of his erection was requesting entrance.
He rocked into her in small increments until he was fully inside.
Gera had come twice as he slid into her and was shivering as another orgasm was signalling that it was imminent.
Instead of thrusting, Riox circled his hips, grinding against her.
She shook as she tried to fight off another release, but it wouldn’t be denied. She screamed as fire burned through her.
Riox pulled back and thrust in hard. He pounded at her, and she continued to thrash in her release. He shouted and the room lit with the energy between them.
Gera groaned and held onto him while their hearts began to beat in rhythm.
Riox was lying on her and crushing her into the bedding. When he had caught his breath, he lifted his head and kissed her softly.
She brushed her lips against his, and his tongue came out to tease her. She felt his erection surging to life once more, and they began again.
He pulled out of her, turned her to her side and slid into her from behind, his body curving around hers, caressing her back and buttocks.
Riox kept one hand on her belly to rock her
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