My heart sank into my throat, and I remained unable to contain a sob. Without caring that it would completely ruin the moment, I reached up and wrapped my hands around his back, climbing onto him like a spider monkey to give him that hug he denied me, but most definitely needed. He tried to shiver away, to tense his back so that my arms would release him, but I pressed tighter against him, this time using my legs to wrap around him as well.
We remained in this awkward position, with him holding an impromptu plank while I crawled onto him and pegged myself onto his chest while planting small kisses on his shoulder and neck, the only parts of him my mouth reached.
I knew I broke the heaviness haunting him when he started chuckling and relaxing his arms, allowing me to slowly fall back on the mattress and letting his body press over mine, this time with even more intensity than the first time. Neither of us wanted to break this new connection, the bond this confession and the embrace drilled into us, so we remained there, hugging and placing gentle kisses on the other’s skin for long minutes.
Galenor’s mouth reached my shoulder, his tongue sliding down to taste the saltiness on my skin and started travelling down to my breasts, his palms suddenly interested with the newly discovered territory. My nipples pebbled again, showing how ready I was for him.
I didn’t have to wait long for a reaction, because his touch caressed around the line of my nipples and his tongue started curling them with delight, the heat of his breath raising tickling sensations all across my body.
I arched into him, lifting my chest to his mercy to give him better access to me, to show him that I was ready and willing, but before I even had a chance to enjoy the delightful torture his teeth performed on my tits, his attention slid down, tongue drawing a line on my skin towards his new destination.
His tongue marked my navel and lowered onto my pelvis while his elbows settled around my hips, hands gripping me tightly and sliding me open for him, making me ready for the taking. With my legs splayed on either side of his shoulders, I had no other choice but to shiver for his warmth and remained there, open for him to enjoy.
My stomach clenched with expectation, with the urgent need hollowing out any other encounter I ever had from my memories. None had raised these feelings, none made me feel like he did. And he hadn’t even touched me yet.
Gods…
His fingers slipped through my folds to expertly open my core as he descended on me, his tongue immediately swirling around my clit. I moaned, my head tipping back with the sensation. It felt like I was falling off the edge of the world and when his mouth started swirling around me, I needed to cling onto something to keep myself from fainting. Somehow, my fingers reached his locks and wrapped around the loose strands of his ebony hair, holding on for dear life as he started working me, his face buried in between my thighs.
Warmth started spreading through me, my body was coiling around the caresses of that tongue that never seemed to settle on a single place. He circled and sucked at my clit until I was on the brink of pleasure to then move onto my folds and nip at the side, his tongue stroking out pleasure from parts of myself I didn’t know could even hold those kinds of sensation. To then unleash himself to the edge of my thighs and bite me to the point of pain and then circle back to sucking my clit while the tip of his tongue performed a crazy dance along my senses.
I was drenched in minutes, I was moaning and panting, barely able to take air into my lungs, but he never once stopped. Never gave me a reprieve. And never let me cum. As soon as he felt I was close, he changed direction and brought me back to the brink of pleasure from another point, only to claim it back again and start from scratch. He played with me like that for a long while, until I had no other choice but to beg for him, to beg for his mercy and for the explosion of pleasure I knew this wicked game would bring me.
“I can’t take this anymore,” I panted, pleading for him to let the long-awaited wave of pleasure engulf me. To drown me completely. At this point, I didn’t care if I died from an orgasm, it was well worth it.
“The more I tease you, the better it will feel, muffin,” Galenor removed his mouth from me just for the seconds it took him to pronounce the words. The stubble that started growing on his chin pierced at my skin torturously, covering his entire face in my wetness, something he seemed to not be at all bothered by. He continued to lick me like I was an ice cream cone on the first hot day of summer. Claiming me with savage desperation, like I was only his.
His to have, his to own, his to possess.
And he would not rest until that feeling remained tattooed on every single angle of my soul.
“Please…” I groaned, almost fainting from the accumulating sensation, unable to control the ache in my legs, which started trembling around his shoulders.
His fingers ripped through my core, opening my pussy to a new sensation and a deep rumble of pleasure that pulsated through me from inside and out. I was the offering to his godly talents, and I was glad to burn in the deepest fires of punishment.
For the first time in my life, I had been introduced to true pleasure and my body did not have the capacity to hold onto it, forcing sensation to explode into my core and take me to the deepest realms of madness.
Galenor ripped waves through me for long minutes, slashing orgasm after orgasm until my body remained nothing but a shaking, sweating mess.
With a deeply satisfied smirk, he planted a few farewell kisses on my clit and around my thighs before he wrapped me back into the cover and leaned on the bed behind me. His arms wrapped around my body and dragged me closer to him, one of his legs resting over my thighs while his hand placed soothing caresses on my shoulder.
“Good night, Ellyana,” he murmured, his voice gruff, chin still wet with my desire.
I wanted to protest, to take care of that massive erection that still pressed against my back, but the warmth of his body and palpitations in my chest forced my eyes to flutter closed. The last thing I remember were a few kisses on my neck and the warmth of a whisper. He had spent every ounce of my being.
“Thank you,” his whisper creeped into my ear.
I mentally chuckled, having no energy to use my throat to do so. I should be the one thanking him.
Soft lips planted a kiss on my cheek, tugging a smile on my lips. I could get used to waking up like this instead of the shouting of the unit on the hallways or the blaring alarm we had each morning. I turned to find Galenor grinning at me, his deep green eyes glimmering with a new feeling. One I hadn’t seen in their shade before. It looked like happiness. I let the image guide me to the sweetest rest.
“Good morning, lazy muffin,” the fae chuckled and bit playfully at my shoulder, tasting the lingering pleasure on my skin.
“Mhm…morning,“ I mumbled, my body too shook from last night’s events to muster enough strength to properly wake me up. I was left in some sort of hazy state, where I floated through the night veiled in the most pleasant sensation known to man.
Unable to pull myself together and physically move from the bed, I tilted my head to the side to watch Galenor. His transformation had been amazing, he looked like a fully grown Greek god, packed with muscles and filled with energy, revitalised by the rest, food and a good night sleep.
I knew fae were sexual beings so if we took into account what happened last night, it was as if he’d somehow fed from the pleasure rippling through me. His skin glowed, his hair looked shiny, his eyes glimmered, I could only wonder how his appearance would change once he too reached pleasure.
