Dahr seemed to know every secret my body let slip, because he touched and caressed me softly, yet desperately, crazed with the need to take more of me. To see how much I was offering.
And I was willing to give him everything.
“Nora…” he groaned into my mouth as his hands lowered to my ass and grabbed my inner thighs to split my legs. His waist pushed into me deeper, the growth in his pelvis grinding against my body as he shimmied himself in between my legs, planting my ass on the table, the wooden surface supporting both my weight and his upper body.
I let myself lean back, letting desire wash over my skin and gave him access to everything he wanted.
With an expert move, Dahr undid the knot in my krasta and pulled the fabric away to leave my hardened nipples on display. I drew a sharp breath as his mouth lowered on my skin, his tongue sizzling with long caresses across my chest and breasts.
His midsection pushed into me deeper, and I released a sigh as he thrust himself so firmly, that his erection perfectly hit my core. And I wasn’t wearing any underwear, due to the nature of their fashion.
I readied myself for him to do to my srysha exactly what he had done to the vest only a minute before, yet Dahr preferred to take his sweet time with my breasts, making sure to circle his tongue around each of my nipples and suck hard on them, while his hands started playing with my hips and rolled sweet caresses that faded into my waistband.
Gosh, I wanted to die, and we hadn’t even started yet.
My entire being begged for those caresses, all the feelings I had forced myself to forget bursting out like a volcano ready to erupt. I was a guitar whose strings hadn’t been played in years, and he was the artist who moved his fingers like a madman around my body.
“Dahr…” I moaned his name, pleading for more. My arms gripped his biceps to push him downward, urging him to put that mouth exactly where I needed it to be.
The first brush of his warm tongue against my core sent a cascade of shivers all across my skin. My legs spread on either side of his and rested them on his shoulders as the warrior descended onto me to bury his face in between my thighs. Desperate for the caress, I arched my back and opened myself up to him, shattering into his mouth as he started circling around my folds and pressing his mouth onto me.
It was the best sensation I had ever felt. The way he worked me, with patience and masterful talent, the way his tongue explored and crashed in the best places to give me the sweetest elation drove me to the point of madness. And when his tongue slipped inside me, caressing deep within my core, I exploded.
This man sent me to the brink of ecstasy and continued to do so for long minutes, until I came undone, so completely and utterly spent that I started shaking with the waves of pleasure his mouth kept sending over me.
“That was amazing,” I barely breathed when he finally unpegged his mouth from me with a final swirl of his tongue over my clit.
“That was nothing,” Dahr grinned as he unsheathed his daggers and unhooked his waistband, letting his pants drop to display his throbbing desire fully to me.
“My god…” My mouth involuntarily released the words without me being able to stop them, earning a deep chuckle from Dahr. His voice sounded hazed with desire as he said, “do I have your permission to light you up, little flame?”
I spread my legs wider in response and pulled my skirt up, displaying myself fully to him. Without waiting for another invitation, Dahr stroked his cock once to get it ready, the gleaming precum already shining at the tip. I felt my stomach dip with anticipation, with the need to get him inside me and with the fright of what that girth would do to my inner walls.
Because this man was… truly blessed.
It felt so at odds seeing him like that, fully erect and getting ready for me. I had imagined his body more times than I could count and had always compared him to the renaissance masterpieces I spent my life studying. But seeing him like that, breathing hard and pumped with need, did something unimaginable to my mind.
I became possessed then, the need to feel him inside me pushing me to say things I would have never imagined would come out of my mouth.
“Come on already and fuck me like you mean it,” I demanded, surprising even myself.
If Dahr had been dragging this moment out, my command broke his hesitation. I looked up at him to see his eyes darkening, a sensual smirk pulling at the corner of his lips as his hands spread wide over the side of my thighs and pulled me closer to him. Only my back remained leaning on the table, my hips already in the air, half of my weight supported by Dahr’s strong arms.
Without hesitation or even feeling the need to announce his movements, Dahr slid into me, pushing the tip of his cock into my core and spreading me wider for him; moving slowly but determined and forcing my body to arch to receive him.
I looked at where we joined, watching how he disappeared inside of me, feeling how my core opened up for him and moved around him while my hips pushed up to make more space for him.
My goodness, I hadn’t felt like this in… ever. I couldn’t even remember the last time I had sex, or with whom. Probably some guy from university, and it had been quite forgettable, obviously. I hadn’t been stretched like this, pushed like this, grabbed like this. And instead of panicking, instead of stopping and forcing my muscles into alarm, my body kept begging for more.
“Fuck Nora, this feels so fucking good,” Dahr grunted when he pushed into my tight warmth. He slid himself out of me then, leaving only the tip of his cock and letting me see how wet I had made him, before he pushed into me again, this time deeper, poking at the side of my core to make my muscles tighten.
“Relax, little flame,” Dahr groaned and leaned into me, his body covering mine, to trace a long caress with his tongue, which painted a line of heat as it traced my shoulder blade. “Be a good girl and let me in,” he murmured deep into my ear as he sheathed himself further into my body.
Until he burrowed himself into my core.
My inner walls gave way, inviting him fully in and letting him do what he wanted to my body. Only then his thrusts started pushing faster into me, the arms that supported my weight gripping at my skin to hoist me up and caress my insides like no one had before.
I arched into each push, holding on for dear life while he pounded into me, and doing my best to meet him every time. Our entwining limbs performed their own dance while Dahr and I became spectators to our own undoing. The warrior kept the same rhythm and position for a few minutes, until I had fully allowed myself to be at his mercy, before he shifted his hips an inch or two and wrapped one of my legs around his midsection.
