She whimpered, denied her prize, but met his hard, determined gaze and knew when to give and when to surrender to him. Right now, he wanted her full surrender. “Shh, love, you can finish me later, right now, I need this.”
She nodded her acceptance, she saw the pride mixed with the swirling lust, glowing in his incredibly bright blue eyes.
He dipped his head and softened his tongue to caress the lips of her wet folds, slowly, gently flowing along every curve and crease. Little spots burst into life, becoming highly sensitive erogenous zones. Her pussy felt vibrant and so sensitive. Then suddenly, his tongue was firm and thrusting into her, lashing to and fro across her pelvic floor, and then curved up toward her G-spot.
Again, she felt the oncoming rush of orgasm, but before it could happen, he withdrew his tongue and changed its texture to a soft, spongy ‘V’ shape which enveloped her clitoris, and then slowly and sensuously massaged it back and forth. This time, there was no stopping her orgasm—it ripped through her until every nerve-ending in her body tingled and buzzed. Yet, throughout all this, she was conscious of the need to be filled by him, connecting them together as one. She wanted and needed to have him inside her.
“Orin, please, please!”
“By the gods of the galaxies, you’re beautiful, and you’re mine, my Nightingale.” He crawled up over her body, positioning himself between her welcoming thighs. “Sing for me!”
With one thrust, he plunged deep inside her, forcing her spasming walls apart. She threw back her head and wailed to the heavens. From the soles of her feet to the tips of her hair, it was the most wondrous of all feelings, a whole body orgasm soaring and tearing through her. A sense of joy and satisfaction settled, knowing their bodies and souls were connected forever.
He stilled and ever so slowly, she floated down from her cloud of bliss, opening her eyes to stare up into Orin’s, love filling her from the inside out.
His smile was one of pure, male arrogance and pride, but she didn’t care. “Oh my love, I’m far from done with you. In fact, I doubt I’ll ever be done with you.”
She grinned back. “Thank god for that.”
With a cocky grin, he started to move; Julie gasping at the sparking of her sensitive walls, still grasping at his cock. She praised the fates which brought Orin into her life, knowing their love and songs would always stand the test of time.
Author Bio
A dedicated mother and full time dreamer and part time writer. Angela lives in a small country town in Victoria Australia. She has been writing ever since she learned to read, and almost endlessly drifting off into the fantasy world of her over active imagination.
Thankfully, she has a great group of supporting writer friends; and three small children who help keep her grounded.
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