wrap her lips around his cock and suckle until they both felt better.
As she knelt before him, his cock deep in her mouth, Rikiar reached over her, slid his hand down her back and cupped her bottom, slapping her lightly. “Naughty princess,” he growled. “Buying knives and hiding them in the pillows.”
Aisling made an apologetic sound, which turned into a moan when he slid his fingers down into the damp crevice between her thighs and toyed with her feminine flower until she was more gasping around his cock than licking or suckling it. When his fingers began probing her depths she pressed back, willing him in deeper. Unfortunately the barrier of her hymen once more stopped his progress. Her whine earned her a sharp slap to her bottom, thence more caressing, which felt good, but quite failed to satisfy. Somewhere in the midst the teasing caresses, their clothes were removed, or perhaps fell away. Even when she was completely naked and he the same, she craved more. It was not enough to be caressed, or to ply her tongue across his cock. She thought she might go mad with lust if she were denied him any longer.
Rikiar must have sensed her need, for he took pity on her, withdrew his cock from her lips and pulled her into his arms. He held her close, kissed her thoroughly, then laid her down on her back and pressed his mouth between her thighs. It was very different from the way Mara had licked her. Rikiar’s tongue was hotter, wider, more insistent. He closed his lips about her clit and teased that tight hard bud until Aisling saw bright lights bursting behind her eyelids.
The orgasm rushed through her body and left her trembling under her mate’s mouth. She panted softly, quite breathless from pleasure. Rikiar was not yet sated; he pressed his thick cock between her thighs and breached the soft supple entrance of her body. He was stopped an inch or so inside, but it was a glorious inch of hot flesh that served to bring Aisling back to full arousal within seconds.
Rikiar was gritting his teeth with the control it took not to simply plunge himself all the way inside her, but to stay just inside her tight virginal channel. “You feel like hot silk,” he growled, pressing a little harder.
She silently willed him to do it, to take her. Marriage seemed like a distant concern in that moment, it was nothing compared to the demand of her own physical lust, which clouded her brain and every bit of her being with desire.
He withdrew slightly and she whimpered with disappointment. It was a short-lived noise that rose to a shriek of pleasure as he pushed back in, past her hymen and through to the depths of her body with one long, slow thrust.
“Mine,” he growled in her ear, his bare chest pressed against her. He ground his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside her, making the tight walls of her sheath accommodate his girth. She was completely filled, her juices coating his cock as he slowly slid out a little, then back in, moving inside her. The feeling was like none Aisling could ever have imagined. Rikiar was deep inside her, she was his sheath, his vessel. His body stretched hers in a way that felt so good she could not help but cry out and lift her hips so that he went deeper still.
Slow and hard, Rikiar took her virginity well and truly, making love to her with an expert rolling of his hips that made the flared head of his cock spread her open time and time again, teasing the hard bud of her clit on every stroke out, then pushing inside her until his hard groin met with hers.
“Is this good, princess?” The question was half growled, half whispered into her ear.
“Yes,” she gasped as he cupped one of her small, neat breasts and caressed it in time with the slow strokes his lips were making. The sawing of his cock in and out of her body gave her the sensation of riding a wave, every part of it felt wonderful, but no two parts felt the same. The thick girth of his shaft was a fulcrum against which she ground her
As she knelt before him, his cock deep in her mouth, Rikiar reached over her, slid his hand down her back and cupped her bottom, slapping her lightly. “Naughty princess,” he growled. “Buying knives and hiding them in the pillows.”
Aisling made an apologetic sound, which turned into a moan when he slid his fingers down into the damp crevice between her thighs and toyed with her feminine flower until she was more gasping around his cock than licking or suckling it. When his fingers began probing her depths she pressed back, willing him in deeper. Unfortunately the barrier of her hymen once more stopped his progress. Her whine earned her a sharp slap to her bottom, thence more caressing, which felt good, but quite failed to satisfy. Somewhere in the midst the teasing caresses, their clothes were removed, or perhaps fell away. Even when she was completely naked and he the same, she craved more. It was not enough to be caressed, or to ply her tongue across his cock. She thought she might go mad with lust if she were denied him any longer.
Rikiar must have sensed her need, for he took pity on her, withdrew his cock from her lips and pulled her into his arms. He held her close, kissed her thoroughly, then laid her down on her back and pressed his mouth between her thighs. It was very different from the way Mara had licked her. Rikiar’s tongue was hotter, wider, more insistent. He closed his lips about her clit and teased that tight hard bud until Aisling saw bright lights bursting behind her eyelids.
The orgasm rushed through her body and left her trembling under her mate’s mouth. She panted softly, quite breathless from pleasure. Rikiar was not yet sated; he pressed his thick cock between her thighs and breached the soft supple entrance of her body. He was stopped an inch or so inside, but it was a glorious inch of hot flesh that served to bring Aisling back to full arousal within seconds.
Rikiar was gritting his teeth with the control it took not to simply plunge himself all the way inside her, but to stay just inside her tight virginal channel. “You feel like hot silk,” he growled, pressing a little harder.
She silently willed him to do it, to take her. Marriage seemed like a distant concern in that moment, it was nothing compared to the demand of her own physical lust, which clouded her brain and every bit of her being with desire.
He withdrew slightly and she whimpered with disappointment. It was a short-lived noise that rose to a shriek of pleasure as he pushed back in, past her hymen and through to the depths of her body with one long, slow thrust.
“Mine,” he growled in her ear, his bare chest pressed against her. He ground his hips, pushing his cock deeper inside her, making the tight walls of her sheath accommodate his girth. She was completely filled, her juices coating his cock as he slowly slid out a little, then back in, moving inside her. The feeling was like none Aisling could ever have imagined. Rikiar was deep inside her, she was his sheath, his vessel. His body stretched hers in a way that felt so good she could not help but cry out and lift her hips so that he went deeper still.
Slow and hard, Rikiar took her virginity well and truly, making love to her with an expert rolling of his hips that made the flared head of his cock spread her open time and time again, teasing the hard bud of her clit on every stroke out, then pushing inside her until his hard groin met with hers.
“Is this good, princess?” The question was half growled, half whispered into her ear.
“Yes,” she gasped as he cupped one of her small, neat breasts and caressed it in time with the slow strokes his lips were making. The sawing of his cock in and out of her body gave her the sensation of riding a wave, every part of it felt wonderful, but no two parts felt the same. The thick girth of his shaft was a fulcrum against which she ground her
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