Loving Ean (The Fae Guard Book 2) (19 page)

Looking at her now, laid out on my bed like an offering from heaven, begging for me to touch, and taste, every inch, I know I need her here. She’s still glazed from her orgasm, collapsed on the bed, dragging in heaving breaths, and I decide to cash in on my advantage. I ignore my desire to undress her slowly. I lean over her to take her mouth in a passionate kiss, grabbing the hem of her shirt, and dragging it over her head, then fling it over my shoulder. My breath catches at the sight of her fucking amazing tits, full and round, semi covered in bright, naughty red lace.

I’ll never understand how I find any semblance of control around this woman; just the sight of her like this has my cock ready to explode. I groan suddenly as the thought brings my pain back into focus. I grab the back of my t-shirt and haul it over my head, tossing it away. I need to lessen some of the pain in my groin or I’ll never be able to savor this, so, with her eyes on me, I unbutton my pants and lower the zipper, almost sighing in relief when my cock finally has room to breathe. It’s so ready for her, poking out the top of my boxers, the head looking swollen and red. Laila leans up a little on to her elbows, her gaze locked on my erection as she licks her pink lips, the glistening trail left behind making my mouth water.

I grab the band of both pieces of clothing and lower them to the ground, emitting a little hiss when the fabric tugs on my raging hard on. Once I’ve disposed of all of my clothing, I return to my spot, hovering over her and sinking into a deep, wet kiss. She moans and I suck her bottom lip into my mouth before pulling back, biting lightly with my teeth. She whimpers when I move away and my resolve is almost broken. Almost. Grasping the top of her yoga pants, I peel them down her legs and stand back, dropping them to the floor. I cannot even begin to describe the magnificent view. Lacy red panties just barely cover her pussy and the fabric is almost see through, it’s so drenched. “Fuck, baby. What you do to me . . .” I sear this moment into my memories, making sure to note every detail for the long and empty nights ahead of me. I run a finger down the valley between her breasts, circle her sexy little belly button, and lightly swipe down her center. Her back arches when my finger grazes her clit. “Don’t move,” I croak. I dash to my closet, grab the items I need, and hurry back to the bed. She’s staring at the ceiling, so I set them on the table by the bed, easily within reach.

“Move to the middle and scoot up to the top, baby.”

She does as requested, then looks at me expectantly. I climb onto the bed and position myself straddling her thighs. “Close your eyes,” I command. Once again, she silently does as requested. Laila has always loved to let me take control when we fuck, it turns us both on, and it’s just another way that we fit together, like pieces of a puzzle.

I sink into another intense, drugging kiss, lapping at her mouth, and sucking on her tongue. I grab her wrists to move her hands up above her head and whisper, “Keep your hands here. Got it?” She nods. “Words, baby.”

“Yes.”

I give her a chaste peck on the lips, then sit up, and soak in the sight of her. I slide my hands up her torso until they are each cupping her firm globes. A slight squeeze has her moaning and her tits push against my hands as her breathing increases. Gliding toward the dip in the center of her chest, I make sure that the heels of my hands drag across her nipples, the lace upbraiding them, and my cock tightens when she arches her back and cries out.

Her bra has a front clasp (whoever invented that needs a fucking Nobel Prize) I pop the catch, removing my hands to watch her tits spill out of the fabric. Her pert, pink nipples are straining, reaching up, and I tweak them, rolling and tugging. Laila is writhing, her whimpers of pleasure getting louder and setting off sparks of white hot need inside me. I drag the bra cups the rest of the way to the side, then shift forward to pull it up and off of her arms. While I’m in this position, I grab the ties I laid on the nightstand. Each wrist gets wrapped up in the silky fabric and attached to the headboard. I glance down to make sure she is okay with this. Her eyes are fixed on the blue and gray wings marked over my heart. I tug the bonds to check that they are secure and jerk when I feel the hot, wet slide of her tongue across my peck. Holy hell, it sends a zing straight to my groin, and I’m tempted to forget my plans, and just sink inside her right now. No, I want this last night to be about us, together, but if I’m going to succeed, I really do need to get some relief.

I return to my sitting position, but my breathing is a little shallower, coming in rough pants. She’s staring at me like she’s starving and I’m Thanksgiving dinner.
Feeling is definitely mutual, baby.
Her tongue darts out to wet her plump lips and my cock screams for attention. I move up and over before asking, “Do you want to open that pretty little mouth and have me feed you my cock?

“Yes.” Her breaths are heaving her tits up and down, almost distracting me from my current task. The look in her eyes is wild, and I can’t wait any longer.

“Open.” She does as she’s told and I slowly enter her hot, wet mouth.
Oh fuck!
The moment her tongue swirls around the head, I almost come right then. I steel myself up and fight for control while I enter her even further. “That’s right, baby.” I coo, “Take it all the way. All. The. Way.” I punctuate each word as I thrust just slightly until I’m in so deep, I hit the back of her throat. I feel her gag reflex and give her a second to adjust, then my eyes roll back in my head when she suddenly clamps down with her lips and sucks. HARD. Her mixture of licking and sucking is draining me of my control.

I flip my position, facing away from the headboard and I’m staring at those soaking wet panties. I need to taste her. So I crawl forward to her pussy and inhale deeply. I can smell how much she wants me. The underwear is barely there so I grasp it, and rip it off. She cries out and I back away, looking down on her, making sure it wasn’t a cry of pain. She resumes her ministrations to my cock and I ask, “Do you want me to lick that glistening pussy?” She nods as best she can and I swipe a finger over her clit. She moans, but keeps her mouth full. “I’m going to eat your luscious little pussy and taste all that sweet wetness that is just for me.” Her eyes are sparkling emeralds and I know she likes the idea of us taking each other at once. A tingling is starting at the base of my spine and I know I’m not going to last much longer. I lean down and hover over her pussy, then stop and look back at her, “Will you swallow?” I need to know whether to pull out, it would take tremendous effort to be consumed with eating her and pay attention to removing myself when I release. To my enormous relief, she winks at me. Fuck. That was sexy.

I return to my goal, pinching her clit between my forefinger and thumb. She’s so fucking wet that my fingers slide in between the lips easily. Her hips buck up and her grip around my cock tightens. The feeling is so amazing that I can’t stop myself from thrusting in a couple of times, hitting the back of her throat and feeling her swallow the head. “Fuck! This is like nothing I’ve ever felt. Your mouth is hot, baby. Suck it hard.”

I finally settle myself over her core and use my fingers to open her up to me. She’s pink and wet, begging for my mouth. I don’t mess about, one long lick, then I circle her clit and scrape it with my teeth. Her taste explodes on my tongue and I’m suddenly ravenous. Her hips buck again and her mouth clamps even harder on my member, causing my balls start to draw up. I want her to come with me so I dive right in, sucking her clit fully into my mouth and fluttering my tongue. I place my hands on her hips and push them into the bed to keep her steady. We work each other with only the sounds of our moans filling the room.

I can feel my orgasm close to the surface, so I plunge a finger into her and immediately pull it back, crooking it to catch just the right spot on the way out. I do it again but with two fingers this time, and then repeat it with three, increasing my pace as I increase the pressure on her succulent bud. There is nothing like Laila’s taste—nothing. It’s sweet and musky at the same time, completely addictive, and it’s all for me.

I let up for just a second and groan long and loud as I fuck her mouth. I pull back just a little and shout as I explode, shooting my come down her throat. When she’s swallowed it all, I pull my still firm dick from her mouth and attack her pussy. In seconds she screams my name and her body convulses. I can feel the tension in her body as she pulls against the restraints and unbelievably, my cock becomes rock-hard. Her pussy is throbbing against my mouth and I work it until I feel the last of her trembles. I sit up and face her, straddling her once again, except this time, my cock is nestled up in her pussy, cradled in the pulsing heat.

“That was fucking amazing.” She pants.

“Did you like my cock down your throat, baby?” I fucking love what talking dirty does to her. The embers of lust that were simmering behind her emerald eyes build, becoming a burning desire that has her tugging at the ties. She looks so damn hot right now, all I want to do is bury myself inside and fuck her, fast and hard. And I will tonight, eventually. Right now, though, I want to explore every single inch of her delicious body. I want to cover every inch of her with my scent and pretend that it will never wash off, making her mine, forever. I want her to remember what it was like to make love because I know that no one could ever make her feel as loved and adored as I can.

“You know I do,” she whispers. Then she gives me a sly smile, “Now, I want you deep inside me.”

“Oh I will be, baby. But right now, I want to feast on those rosy nipples that are calling to me.”

I lay flush against her, covering her body with mine and tug one of her diamond hard peaks into my mouth. Sucking and nipping at it, every sound that leaves her mouth encourages me to keep going. I switch to the other side and work it until I’ve had my fill.

I proceed to worship her everywhere, taking her just to the precipice and then retreating. She struggles against the restraints, and I look into her eyes every so often to make sure that its passion driving her movements. She pulls the hardest when her hips are undulating, using the tension to give her somewhere to direct her energy, forcing her to get lost in the sensations of my hand and my mouth. She’s so fucking beautiful like this, it makes me ache, and the devil inside begs for me to give in, to be with her forever. I lock him away with the knowledge that I am bad for her; she deserves so much more than me.

I finally settle between her legs, and bring her to the top of the abyss again, then push her over, listening to my name burst from her lips. I don’t want to think about what is driving my desperation right now, but I can’t help taking one more from her with my tongue and fingers. Then I move on top of her and settle snuggly against her heat as my mouth searches for hers to claim a scorching kiss. She looks completely depleted, lying there limp and sated, although there is still a restlessness about her.

“What do you want now, baby?” My hips rock into her and she whimpers. “Do you want me buried inside that sweet pussy?”

“Yes, Ean! For the love of dirty faeries everywhere, would you fuck me already?” She’s still panting slightly, but when I move in tighter against her, her breaths start becoming erratic. I lean down and places tiny kisses just below her ear, making her shiver in delight. “No. But, I will make love to you. I’ll make us one tonight.”

I rear up and am about to slide inside her when I realize I’m still bare.
Fuck!
Every instinct I have is telling me to take her with nothing between us, to show her that nothing will ever compare to our coming together, connecting in every way. The thoughts I have been fighting to keep out bubble to the surface and I know that if I let it happen, I’ll never be able to let her go. And, I can’t take the chance of forcing her to be bound to me if she were to get pregnant. With a deep groan, I lean to the side and grab a condom from the drawer of the nightstand. I sheath myself in record time and, without any warning, I drive inside her going all the way to the hilt with one thrust. She’s so fucking wet, her body accepts me without needing to adjust, and when I’m all in, she screams and her legs clamp around my hips like a vice. Being gloved inside her tight pussy, her walls clamping down, squeezing my cock, is the closest I have ever come to paradise.

“You’ll never get this from anybody else,” my voice hisses the words with what little oxygen I can drag into my lungs. A growl rips from deep inside me and can’t hold back any longer. I pull back, my cock dragging against the tight grip she has on me and thrust back in with everything I’ve got. I repeat the movement over and over, harder and harder until the bed is banging against the wall with our upward momentum. I swivel my hips and change the angle to make sure I’m hitting that sweet spot and the muscles of her legs begin to shake violently. I move to my knees and grab her ass, lifting her to tilt her pussy to just the right angle. Our skin slaps together, and her juices coat my cock so thoroughly that I can hear it slide in and out.

“Laila, let it go, baby.” I order. I’m so fucking close, but I won’t take that flight without her. “Give me everything.” She opens her eyes and I feel as though she is seeing into my soul as she splinters apart. Her screams set off the burn and I feel it run down my spine, my cock exploding with jets of hot semen. It’s the most incredible orgasm I’ve ever experienced and I can’t stop shuddering, my body ejaculating with continued thrusts until I’m positive that I’m drained of every drop.

I collapse, not unaware that I’m probably crushing Laila, but I don’t have the energy to move. After a few minutes, our breathing returns to normal and she wiggles a little, prompting me to lift up and undo the ties, before rolling and flopping down beside her. Eventually, the silence fills with tension, getting thick and almost oppressive. This is usually where one of us gets up and leaves, and I know I should make her go. I just can’t. This is the last time we’ll be together and I’m not ready for it to end, yet. I ignore the voice inside, screaming what a mistake it is to give in. Right now, I don’t care. I reach for Laila and pull her over on top of me. Her eyes widen in surprise, but I don’t give her the opportunity to marinate over this. I bring her face to mine and kiss her, slowly, reverently, and pour every emotion I have into it.