Page 22 of Gyft
My tongue snakes into her mouth and she’s so sweet and soft and delicious. When she moans? Utter male satisfaction fills me up.
I rub my cock against her, feeling the heat rise from her body. Bride moans, her knee bending up to hook a leg behind me. Right there, at her core, her heat is scorching. I can’t wait to delve into it.
My tail curls around her ankle and my hand slides down between us to the source of her wet warmth.
“Oh, God, right there.” She rocks her hips against me.
Fire lances through me when I feel dampness against my cock through her clothes. Her hands reach down and slide over my stiffened rod and the strongest need swirls through me, leaving me dizzy withlust. I let out a shuddering exhale as she releases my pants and her hot hand palms the length of my cock. I lean back long enough to shakily unbutton my shirt, tossing it off onto the floor.
My heart thunders a chaotic rhythm as I pull back long enough to slide the strange alien zipping contraption down the length of her body, her creamy breasts spilling out. She gives the tiniest arch, as if offering them to me.
“I love your cleavage,” I mutter as I run my nose up the sensitive flesh between her breasts. Then I turn my head slightly to capture a blushing pink nipple between my lips.
She squeals. “Hot mouth. Hot mouth! So hot. Feels so good.”
I tongue her nipple, laving it with the flat of my tongue. My blood is on fire, racing through my veins, pounding through my heart.
I rake my teeth over her nipples, my fangs leaving faint white marks. She shivers and rubs her core against me.
“Have to get these clothes off you,” I mutter, jerking clumsily at her clothing. She helps me, her tiny hands on my waistband.
When we’re both naked, the tension shifts. Without warning, our mouths come together, the action desperate, erupting need and lust flowing through us. I’m palming her, my hands roaming over every inch of her silky pale skin, claiming what’s mine.
Bride rakes her shorn claws over my shoulders and her sleekly-muscled legs wrap around my waist. She moans when I cup her mounds and push them together so I can bury my face in them.
I suck her nipples, and all at once realize she’s soaking wet, leaving a slick smear on my lower abdomen.
So. Fucking. Sexy.
The folds of her sex are frilly and delicate under my touch. I want to see; I want to memorize every detail of her body. I pull back to study her.
She’s gorgeous, shiny and swollen pink. Almost delicate there at her hidden spot. Blood rushes under her skin, racing through her veins,making my fangs elongate with a hunger, an ancient need. My fingers shake when I reach out to separate the ruffled lips masking her cunt. She whimpers at the touch of my hands.
“Shh, sweet bride. I just want to see you,” I croon. “Memorize every fold, inhale your sweet scent before I taste you.”
Gently, I make a “V” to spread her lips and she bears down, her sex clenching and then releasing. She feels hot down there, and I inhale her delicious, musky fragrance.
I can’t wait any longer.
“Mine,” I grit out, and I’m not sure how I mean it. I know she’s my bride, we’re married, but I want even more than that. I want her to be my mate—but I won’t do that until she can understand me. Until she knows what my bite will mean.
Until then, I seal my mouth to her puffy, pink flesh, and run my tongue up the slit of her, gathering all the slippery goodness.
“Oh, God,” she screams, her fingers gripping my freelig, her thighs quivering against the sides of my head. She’s salty and sweet and tangy all at the same time, and she’s thrashing and moaning, squirming against my face like she can’t get close enough. I push and prod her posia with the tip of my tongue and wrap the end of my tail around her ankle, using brute force to hold her legs apart as she tries to clamp them shut against the pleasure of my mouth.
“I can’t—I can’t hold back. I’m coming, coming so hard,” she wails and then it hits. Her climax rips through her body, cum flooding my tongue and the folds of her cunt quiver as she bucks uncontrollably.
I lean back, proud to watch her unfold, proud to have brought this level of pleasure to my bride. Pleased that I could bring her to orgasm so quickly. Surely this is proof that she is meant to be mine in an even further way? That she is meant to be my forever mate?
Heat coasts over my skin as I watch her come and come, and then I lean forward to flick the little nub of flesh, her posia, sending her into another spiral of pleasure.
My belly twists. I need her, I need to rut with her. I need my seed inside her, want to watch it escape her body, dribble down her thighs.
“I want in here,” I mutter, spearing my tongue inside her channel, giving her a mini-fuck as an example. “I want you bare, no barrier. Nothing coating my cock but your cum. I want you to grip me within your tight channel.”
“Yes, baby, more. Give me more,” she grits, rotating her hips in circular motions. I grunt, so fucking sexy to watch her unabashed pleasure.
I bare my cock and Bride blinks at the sight. “So fucking huge, you monster,” she breathes.
