Decreasing the tempo he’d set, Caelius reformed his tongue and lapped softly against the softening bud and rosy red lips of her mound. He reached up and caressed the rounded flesh of her belly. He moaned his approval. So fucking sexy. When her body went slack, he pried her fingers from his hair and rose from the floor. Her eyes were closed, arms thrown up over her head, and her hair fanned across the comforter. She looked like a gods damn centerfold. She had a sweet smile on her face and looked to be on the edge of sleep. Too bad. He was nowhere near done with her yet.
Lifting one of her long legs, he brought her tiny foot to his mouth and began placing soft kisses and licks to the underside. He nibbled her ankles and stroked the skin behind her knee. She began to twist slightly against the bed. She cried out when he slipped her big toe into his mouth and sucked gently before sliding away. Lowering his hand, he caressed her thighs and reached for the other leg. He gave it the same treatment and smiled when he saw her breath ratcheting up again. Oh, yeah. He was learning her body and taking notes.
Holding on to her ankles, he opened her legs wide and watched in mesmerized wonder as her vaginal lips spread to reveal the copious amount of fluid she was gifting him. He was thankful that the mattress was high and allowed him to easily place his cock across her mound. It lay long and thick, ready to pleasure her. Caelius began a slow back and forth motion until he set a steady drag across her clit with the underside of his shaft. Her lids opened to half-mast and her panting increased. Her words came on a harsh whisper.
“Ah shit, Caelius. That feels so good. You’re so hard, and I’m burning for you. Don’t stop.”
“I won’t, baby.” Bending her legs slightly until her feet planted flat on his chest, Caelius leaned forward, boosted her further onto the bed, tucked his thighs under her ass, braced her knees, and began a furious drive against her body. He could feel the slickness building and allowing him to slide faster and faster against her bud. She was clutching the bed in a white-knuckled grip.
“Touch your breasts, Rhia. Push those mounds up for me. I want to see those beautiful nipples as I ride you.” He barely heard her mumbled words as her hands palmed the side of her breasts and pushed inward.
“Fucking kill me now, you’re so god damned sexy, Caelius. You can’t be real.”
Caelius grit his teeth to keep from coming. She was pinching her nipples between two fingers as she kneaded the luscious flesh and looked at him like he was an Olympian Fuck God. He had to clear his throat just to get words to come out.
“That’s it. Yes, push them together more. Listen, sweetness. Do you hear that? That’s the sound of our flesh sliding together. I want inside you so badly. Ah, do you know what that does to me when you bite your lip like that? Pull your knees closer to your chest, baby. I’m going to make you come.”
Pushing his pelvis harder against her, Caelius tilted his head back and set a pace that had the headboard slapping against the wall. A groan released from his throat as soon as she arched and shouted his name. Each strangled cry was a warm lick against his balls. Lifting away from her, he kept a firm grip on her knee and reached for the condoms. Tearing the box open with his teeth, he scattered them across the bed, selected one that might fit him, and refocused on her gorgeous writhing body. He almost came just from listening to his name repeated over and over from her sweet mouth.
Ripping the foil open, he placed it to the top of his cock and began smoothing it down his flesh. The damn thing was tight and he clenched his teeth. He’d have to make this fast or it would cut off his fucking circulation. He’d never hated an inanimate object so much in his life.
“Rub your clit, Rhia. I want you ready for me. That’s it. Open your legs for me, baby. Show me that delicious pussy.”
Dipping slightly, he notched the engorged head of his dick at her wet opening and shoved inside. Even with her abundant juices, he’d only slipped halfway in. It wasn’t just the condom that was constricting him now. He thought he was about to lose his fucking mind.
“Ahh. Shit, Rhia. You’re so fucking tight. Roll your hips. Slick me up.”
Slamming a hand down next to her shoulder, Caelius groaned when she began to undulate beneath him and clamped her heels under his ass. She tightened her legs, tilted her pelvis, and pulled him forward. As soon as he seated inside fully, he began to piston his hips and became lost to the slap of their wet flesh. She had a death grip on his ass and rolled her hips upward every time he buried himself deep. He felt her soft flesh gripping him tightly and fluttering with urgency the closer they came to orgasm. Her husky voice drifted sensually through the air and caressed his pebbling skin.
“Talk to me, Caelius. I want to hear your voice.”
Fighting to keep his energy from leaving his body and slamming into hers without warning, he bit the inside of his cheek and said the first thing that came out of his mouth.
“Mea amor ista. Ista istic mina.”
As soon as he said it, he knew it to be true. He loved her. Body and soul. She was his. His heart split wide, and he released heavily into her. Sadness mixed with his pleasure as he realized his seed wouldn’t bathe the inside of her body. He wanted to mark her and keep her from all others. Pounding furiously against her slick skin, he felt like his cum would never end. Over and over he poured himself into her. Lifting his legs to place them on the outside of hers, he shoved her thighs together and slid his groin heavily against her hard bud. She was mind numbingly tight, and one last driving stroke devastated him. Wave upon wave of excruciating pleasure plowed through his lower belly and urged the last remaining drops of cum from his tightened balls.
Lightening flashed through his brain, and he gritted his teeth as her channel clamped hard onto his throbbing flesh. He rolled his hips and grunted as she milked him dry. Dropping to his forearms, he shoved his arms around her and clasped tightly as her fingers dug furrows into his back.
Their mouths slammed together, and he drank in her cries of completion, only coming up for life saving gulps of air before he ravished her mouth again. She rode him hard and eventually went limp with the effort.
Rolling to the side before he crushed her with his weight, Caelius grabbed a handful of luscious ass, pushed his hips forward, and silently demanded his body to stay within her. He didn’t want to part, not for a moment. Throwing a leg possessively over her thigh, he pulled her close and buried his face in her hair.
“Sleep, sweetness, I’ll take care of you. Sleep, baby.” She melted within his arms.
Caelius laid there for what felt like hours and listened to her soft breathing. The antique wall clock in the living room softly chimed and let him know it was three in the morning. Reluctant to part from her, he slowly pulled his limp cock from her moist sheath and rose gently from the bed. Moving quietly into the washroom, he disposed of the condom and waited as the water warmed at the sink. He was amazed that his dick wasn’t purple and numb from leaving that tight bastard on for so long. Returning to her, he was happy to see she hadn’t moved from the position he’d left her. Gently, he bathed her body and pulled her close once again. Covering them, he rested his head on the pillow and tried to get his bearings.
Lifting a hand, Caelius pressed the predator tooth against his chest and closed his eyes. Grief took hold of his emotions and refused to let go. The mineral was cold to the touch. It couldn’t be, but the truth was evident. She wasn’t his mate. Fighting back the biting tears stinging his eyes, he shook his head. Maybe he’d wanted it so badly his energy had moved forward with great urgency at his insistence. Was this even possible? Refusing to believe the obvious, he lifted her wrist to his mouth, kissed the pulse beating softly beneath her skin, and hoped for a miracle.
Again, the tingling and vibration hummed with insistence against his lips, yet the tooth remained cold. He’d heard stories from other warriors of this happening, and just like him they’d fought the truth. They’d tried numerous times to convince the necklace to grant them their wish, yet remained heartbroken to this day from h
aving to walk away from those they loved. Unlike the humans, an arbitrary mate didn’t extend their lives or replenish the very land that they depended upon. Compatibility was crucial to their survival. One could only hope that passion and love was part of the deal when the necklace bit.
Casting the thoughts from his mind like unwanted trash, Caelius pulled her closer. He wanted her. It was that simple. Tiredness caught hold of his senses and washed over him like a wave. Unable to hold his lids open another second, he allowed himself the enjoyment of her plush breasts pushing against his side and her soft breath wafting across his chest. “Mine,” drifted inside his skull like a single leaf caught on a lazy wind before he drifted to sleep.
Chapter 8
Rhia felt a soft breeze blow across her ass and cracked an eyelid open. The broad chest rising and falling under her cheek brought a big grin to her face. Damn. She hadn’t imagined him. He was real and just as dreamy in the light of day as he’d been last night. Her face and neck heated at the quick image of his dark head between her legs, sculpted lips kissing her ankles, and that long, fat cock sliding in and out of her. She’d been well and truly fucked for the first time in her life.
How sad that she’d spent years in the bed of a man that hadn’t come close to satisfying her. He was a fucking lightweight compared to this magnificent creature lying tangled in the sheets with her. Not one, not two, but three freaking orgasms. The little shit had broken all sorts of records with her last night, the major one being she’d never find herself categorized in the “cougar” division of anything.
Groaning at the thought, she gingerly, and reluctantly, extracted herself from his excruciatingly beautiful body. She quickly wrapped herself up in the blanket she’d snatched from the bed. Her body may have passed inspection within the dim glow of three candles last night, but the light of morning couldn’t possibly serve him any good memories if he caught her jiggling her way over to the bathroom. Best get her shit together and prepare for his inevitable “I gotta go, it’s been nice” spiel. He’d boinked the “older woman,” and she was pretty sure that regret would ride with him for a while before he inevitably moved on to a younger version. Despite his protestations to the contrary, Rhia knew it was for the best.
Caelius had simply been curious, and more than likely it was completely out of his system now. Refusing to let herself get into a funk over the idea that their joining had been as temporary as a press-on tattoo, Rhia decided she’d hold the memory close and enjoy it for what it was. The odds of getting to slide all over that hot body had been astronomical. She’d hit the lottery, so enjoy the win, and move on, she told herself. It paid in memories, nothing more.
Chuckling at her wobbly legs, she immediately froze two steps away from the bed when a deep voice called out to her.
“Where are you going, sweetness?”
Swiveling around, Rhia shoved at her unruly hair and promptly gave up. She figured her makeup was smeared to hell and back, so why bother? Straightening, she gave him a big smile.
“Hey, you. Yeah. Heading to the bathroom. I’ll grab a quick shower and then make us some breakfast, if you like. If you need to leave, I’ll understand.”
“No. Breakfast sounds good. I’m starving.”
She watched with open mouth as he elevated his upper body and scooted back until he could lean against the headboard. His smile was devastating. She had to turn away before she got lost in those surreal turquoise eyes, all those bunching muscles, and the trail of ebony hair shifting across his broad chest. Why couldn’t he be a total ass so she could just kick him to the curb and get this shit over with faster? Damn, he just wasn’t fair.
“Okay, then. Be out in just a bit.”
Slipping into the bathroom, Rhia closed the door and leaned back against it. Blowing out a breath, she looked up to the mirror and grimaced. She hissed her discontent toward her reflection. “Damn, Rhia. I’m surprised he didn’t haul ass out the door as soon as you turned around. Could you possibly look more trashed?”
Pushing the blanket away from her body, she moved closer to her image and clamped a hand over her mouth before she could burst out laughing. There was a perfect imprint of his necklace on the side of her neck, just below her jawline. She must have slept on it all night. She’d seen the shiny predator tooth last night and felt it sliding across her skin when he’d kissed the holy hell out of her. Well, didn’t that speak to the whole encounter? She’d been bit but good. Chuckling, she turned and flipped the water on to let it heat. Taking care of her morning business, she flushed and quickly stepped into the shower. This would be the opportune time for him to slip away if he was so inclined. She felt her shoulders relax as she accepted the inevitable. Tilting her head back, she closed her eyes and sighed as the warm water beat a comfortable pattern against her scalp and shoulders. She was going to be sore for a week from all those mattress calisthenics.
“May I join you?”
Rhia yelped and lost her footing. A set of strong arms snapped her up and held her close.
“Shit! I’m sorry. I thought you heard me call your name.”
Clamping her arms around his waist, she held on and smashed her face into his chest.
“Geez, Caelius. You’re sneaky. I didn’t hear you come in.
“May I wash you, Rhia?”
“Uh…you want to wash me?”
“Yes. I’d like that very much.”
“Oh. Well, okay then. Suit yourself.”
“Lean your head back and wet your hair again. Is this the shampoo you prefer? There are two, and I don’t want to use the wrong one.”
“Yeah, that’s it.”
“Turn around, sweetness, and I’ll lather your hair.”
Doing as he asked, Rhia turned and stared at the wall in disbelief. Well what do you know? He’s still here. She moaned as soon as his strong fingers began massaging her scalp.
“That feels good, Caelius.”
“I’m glad. Turn now and let’s rinse it.”
Flipping around, Rhia felt her nipples tighten as soon as the upper part of his ribcage brushed against her breasts. He towered over her, and she watched his intent expression as he ensured every last drop of shampoo was removed. When he glanced down and smiled, she locked her knees and grabbed his waist to keep from slipping to the tub floor.
Looking down to get away from those stunning eyes, she groaned when she got an eyeful of his spectacular abs constricting and releasing as he smoothed conditioner through her hair. Oh, and, Rhia, let’s not miss the perfect V of muscles on the side of his hips that point like an arrow right to his groin. No, that would be a shame to miss that thick, fat cock standing straight up and giving me the one-eyed monster stare. Nope, that would be a total shame.
Suddenly, Rhia wondered why she’d had to live to this age before she had the pleasure of a young body this spectacular. Why couldn’t he have been from her era so he wouldn’t be getting the short end of the stick right now? She’d had a decent body in her twenties, damn it! Time was a fucking bitch-ass cunt. It was that simple.
“Like what you see?”
Looking up, Rhia let the years of wisdom flood back into her brain to stop the silly, girlish, ga-ga thoughts from taking her over. They’d obviously been making her stupid since she hadn’t realized his arms were down and resting by his sides now. He’d long since finished with her hair.
“You know that I do.”
“Good, because I definitely like what I see.”
“You’re so fucking sweet to lie to me like that. Don’t worry, Caelius. I’m looking forward to whatever the hell that fantastic cock has in store for me. I’d be an idiot to pass that up. You want to pretend? Okay, I’m game. I’ll just set the ground rules for us before you toss the dice.” Rhia placed her palm over this thundering heart.
“Let’s pretend that I’m not twenty pounds over the “hot” limit. While we’re at it, let’s not take notice that my breasts aren’t perched as high up on my chest as I wished they would be. Granted, I
’ve been diligent on wearing a cursed bra at all moments to keep them from pointing at my toes, so I’m kind of proud that they don’t have stretch marks and the nipples are still sticking straight out. But, I digress.” She stuck her index finger on her jawline and pushed up.
“Moving on, please make note that we’ll be ignoring the fact that my skin isn’t as firm as it used to be. It’s got a little bit of give to it now, and it seems that it’s on the verge of a mudslide at any moment. Maybe I should have stood on my head every night as part of my beauty regimen. I could’ve been playing a trick on gravity all these years, but when you’re young you have a tendency to think that time is standing as still as the dewy skin on your face.” She lowered her finger, gave him a beaming smile, and shrugged.
“Okay, now that the rules have been set, I’m fucking gorgeous, and you may proceed to ravish me.” She wasn’t prepared for his bark of laughter that filled the enclosed space.
“Ah, sweetness. You have no idea how gods damn sexy you are to me when you go on one of your rants. There’s fire in your eyes and your back is ramrod straight. Your nipples point at me with accusation. You think that I’m blind and can’t see what’s right in front of me. I’m not stupid. I know that your body has weathered the test of time. Despite the list you just ran down, it is not anywhere near the catastrophe you make it out to be. Since you are unable to read my mind, I will tell you what is running through it right now.” Her eyes widened when he snatched her close and hugged her to his chest.
“I wish I was twenty years older so you wouldn’t keep trying to push me away. I’m going to tell you something that you will not believe, but I hope that you can. I have things that bother me, too. I’ll not lie to you, Rhia. I was a virgin when I came to the US six months ago. My first encounter was with a young woman. Her body was perfect, as you describe, and she was my age. I endured the entire encounter. I was barely able to keep my cock erect to fully penetrate her. I just wanted to get it over with, so I imagined Jane Russell in my head. I had to do that or embarrass myself. The girl was shallow and stupid.”
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