“I’ll give you more,” he growled, lifting his head to look into her heavy lidded eyes. “I’ll give you everything, Kendra.” His hands slid down the ladder of her ribs, moving over her abdomen and cupping his hand over the softness of the hair covering her mons. She jumped as he combed through it with his fingers, her eyes meeting his as he touched her woman’s flesh for the first time.
His mouth moved over her stomach even as his hands felt the wetness of her cunny. She was hot and wet, her cries proving how anxiously she wanted what he wanted to give her. He lifted up carefully, taking her hands and putting them on the buttons of his shirt. “Take it off,” he ordered, his tone not brooking any nonsensical virginal reactions.
She did, her hands sliding over his chest and down his arms to strip him of the light weight linen. His body was beautiful, more impressive than the Greek statues she’d seen in many parks and gardens. His arms were muscled, hard and strong, his chest wide and thick. His nipples were flat, about a quarter in size, the centers growing hard as she flicked her fingers over them. She could feel the ridges of muscle on his stomach, her fingers running over the ripped flesh, wanting him to know that she thought him as gorgeous as he seemed to think her.
He rolled to his back, pulling her up and over him. She rested her hands against his chest, her mouth anxious to taste his lips again. She became the aggressor, eagerly parting his lips, drawing his tongue into her mouth to suckle on. When she let loose of his lips, he moaned, his hands coming up to gently push her hair off of her face. “You’re going to kill me, Kendra,” he whispered, cupping his hand on her pretty cheek. “You’re going to drive me insane.”
“So, which is it, Lucian? Insane or dead?” She giggled as she asked the question and he found it adorable. She felt comfortable enough to joke with him and it made him feel like he was King of the world.
“Either is fine, sweet one, as long as you don’t stop.” He took her hand, laying it on the buttons and ties that kept his breeches in place. “Take these off too.”
He didn’t help her, letting her fumble with the fastenings. But soon enough, he felt the leather grow lax and she pushed her hands into the opened, tugging the tight breeches off of his hips and down his legs. She was standing on the end of the bed when she finally let them drop, her shift falling off of her shoulders to pool at her feet. They stared at each other, the shock in her eyes changing quickly to admiration as her eyes trailed over his body.
Lucian held his hand out, motioning her to come to him. He felt the warmth of her skin, the softness of the hair that graced her mons against his legs. She lay over him, her breasts pressing into his chest, the heat of her body slowly warming his. He rolled with her, coming to rest between her spread thighs, his cock finding the heat of her cunny almost instinctively.
Kendra reached between them, her hand stroking over his cock, her inquisitive fingers touching every inch. “It’s so big,” she whispered, blushing when he looked at her with gentle eyes.
“It’s not too big for you. I promise.” She nodded, her fingers finding his balls and cupping them gently. She pushed on him with her other hand, wanting him on his back so that she could explore the differences in his body with her eyes as well. He rolled, chuckling at the demand he saw in her eyes. “Yes, ma’am.”
She giggled. “I want to see,” she said softly, looking into his eyes.
“I’m at your mercy.” He tugged one of the many pillows under his head, crossing his arms behind it. “Be gentle.”
She laughed at his teasing. He deserved some of his own, she thought. Good for the goose, good for the gander. Just the tips of her fingers stroked down his stomach, finding the soft trail of hair that went from his belly and spread out over his groin. The back of her hand touch his cock and he moaned softly, his eyes closing in pleasure. “Don’t stop.”
Then he felt the heat of her mouth, her tongue lapping at one of his nipples. He managed to keep his hands beneath the pillow, but it was a close thing. His eyes closed and he concentrated upon what she was doing to him, unable to stop the sounds of bliss that tore from his throat.
Her breasts pressed into his stomach, her nipples rubbing against the soft hair on his body. Her lips moved over his abdomen, her tongue tracing patterns on his flesh. He felt and heard the ripping sound of the pillow he clasped between his fingers and he fought to keep from directing her lips to where he wanted to feel them the most.
Her tongue swept into his navel. The pillow in his hand ripped more but he still held on, his eyes following her movements, moving down his stomach. His cock rubbed in the valley of her breasts and he groaned harshly. This self induced restraint was killing him. He wanted her lips on his cock, he wanted to taste her sweet juices, to drink from her woman’s flesh. Then he wanted to make her his, to take her so thoroughly that she would always know where she belonged. He would keep her always. He would love her forever.
The tip of her tongue slipped up the long line of his cock and then swirled around the soft head. It was the last straw, he couldn’t take any more. With a snarl, he pulled his hands out from behind his head, each holding half of the feathered pillow he’d managed to tear apart. Feathers spread everywhere and Kendra laughed at the softness of their caress on her body.