When her breathing slows and her pussy softens, I ease my fingers out of her, not missing the way she winces as they slide free.
Breaking our kiss, I look down between her legs, where my fingers are slick with her wetness and my cock is bulging against the front of my trousers.
“Are you okay?” I ask her.
“Mm.” She tickles the nape of my neck with her fingers, then traces the edge of my collarbone. “Better than okay.”
“I didn’t hurt you?”
The look she gives me is more smirk than smile. “Are you always such a worrywart?”
I sit back from her and hold her shimmering crimson gaze. “When it comes to you? Yes.”
The smirk falls away. She regards me with something deeper in her eyes, and for a moment, I fear she might cry.
Maybe I really did hurt her.
Then she surprises me yet again as she turns herself over on the rug and pushes up onto all fours. Her beautiful round ass is right there in front of me, slick wetness tracking down the insides of her thighs.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“Take your pants off,” she demands.
I shake my head, the shadows cast by my horns moving across her. “No. You’re not ready. I’ll just—”
“Cairn Axton, by the goddess, just do what I say. It’ll be all right. I’m not asking you to fuck me.”
I narrow my eyes. “Then what areyou—”
But her sharp gaze cuts my words short.
I push up onto my knees and yank my trousers down. An audible groan slips out of me when my cock leaps free, the tip already glistening with moisture.
Lyra looks back at me, and her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “I want to feel you here,” she says, then makes my heart beat double time when she reaches up between her legs to touch herself. “Come on. I’ll show you.”
I’m still not quite sure what she wants, but I ease up behind her anyway, taking her hips in my hands and pushing my cock between her legs. My tip drags through her slick folds, and she uses her fingers to guide my cock into the tight space between her thighs, but not inside her.
Oh.
Now I understand.
She wants me to fuck her folds and thighs, not her pussy.
ThatI can do.
I tighten my fingers around her hips and thrust against her. Her pussy lips drag at my cock, still slick, and I can feel her swollen clit each time the head of my shaft pushes against it.
Her ass is soft, and I grab a handful of it, making her gasp. Between my legs, my balls swing, heavy and tight with pressure. It’s not going to take much for me to paint her in cum. I need to distract myself, to make this last longer than thirty blissful seconds.
The fire flickers beside us, hot and comforting. It tosses light across Lyra’s pale skin, turns her a shade of shimmering gold.
Fuck, she’s beautiful.
Her curls are messy and tangled, and when she glances back at me through them, I get a little jolt up my spine. She’s beautifulandwild, like a fairy creature in a hidden wood, dancing through the trees right outside your line of vision. Yet somehow, she’s here with me, letting me touch her, taste her. Letting meknowher in a way I’ve known so few.
She narrows her eyes a bit, challenging me. I renew my hold on her hips and buck against her, thrusting hard and fast, using the slickness between her legs to get myself there. My balls swing and slap her, making her moan, and she drips more wetness onto me. The sensation and the sound make me tip my head back and let out a low, sustained groan.
Then I dig my fingers into her hips, pull my cock from between her legs, and bellow as ropes of cum explode from me, painting her sweat-slick back with each pulse of my shaft and balls. I’ve been thinking about her so much lately, have been on edge and hungry since our last time together, and now I dump everything I have across her pale, trembling body, until she’s a canvas of my cum.
