A Kiss of Fire (A Kiss of Magic #2)(78)
Sin had nothing to hold on to, as she had moved all of her delicious parts out of his reach…provided he remained flat on his back. But he knew the moment he tried to sit up and reach for her was the moment she would put a stop to everything. He didn’t want that at all, so he bore the torture of her mouth on him by tangling his fists into the sheets. It was natural to want to thrust his hips upward, but even that action would cause him pain. He could do nothing to hurt himself or she would know it and she would stop loving him. He found the whole exercise of being still to be almost as erotic as if he were engaging his body fully. She could do anything she wanted to him and he would have no say in it whatsoever.
Her mouth closed around him and he closed his eyes. But only for a moment. The sight of her taking him in her mouth was too gorgeous to deny himself. Combining the sight of her with the glorious feel of her sucking and bathing him was more than could be borne. Sin groaned as her teeth skimmed against the skin of his cock. She playfully nipped at the head and he sucked in a breath. She was slowly driving him mad. She wasn’t in any hurry, her touch torturous and slow and very, very thorough. Her tongue was wicked as it laved and licked.
“Enough,” he croaked as he began to feel the beginning swirls of release coaxing at the edges of his sanity. “I want inside of you.”
She released him with a pop of sound and, continuing to stroke him with her hand in slow, saliva-wet pulls, she raised her eyes to his.
“If I wanted to, I could make you come just like this. There would be nothing you could do or say to stop me. That was the rules.”
“I don’t remember there being any rules,” he rasped.
“I’m in charge. You lay back and take. I give. Simple rules that you must obey.”
“But I want us both to have pleasure,” he said, his tone coaxing…yet there was a desperate tinge to his voice he knew because her stroking hand was making that impending release rush harder against his waning control.
“This does give me pleasure.”
“Please. I am begging you!” he cried, not caring that he begged no man for anything. He was not a man to beg. But for her he would. He would do anything for her.
This seemed to surprise her almost as much as saying it aloud had surprised him. Her touch on him slowed and she rose up onto her knees. She threw her leg over his thighs and then slid herself up so their bare sexes were in contact once more. Sin reached out and gripped her by her hips as she removed her hand from between their bodies and with a sinuous movement of her lower body she impaled herself on him.
Sin closed his eyes once more, overwhelmed with the sensation of her around him. He held her still, let himself revel in the sensation. Then he opened his eyes against and took in the sight of her. She was like a proud and perfect goddess. Powerful…confident in her ability to give him pleasure. To give them both pleasure. She wasn't afraid to be responsible for it. He would remember this for the future. He would let her take command so he could see this beautiful creature she became again and again. Oh, she was always beautiful and desirable, but like this she was erotic and exotic.
Even though he was connected to her, she suddenly felt too far away from him. He was just about to demand she give him her mouth when she lifted from him slowly, then sank back down on him. He swore at the violent pleasure it gave him and she laughed at him.
“That’s an odd reaction,” she noted.
“It is all I can think clear enough to say. You have my mind completely muddled. I’m completely under your spell.”
“Good. That is just how it should be.”
She lifted from him again and retook him into her body. It was frustratingly slow and he wanted to thrust up to meet her, but he knew he could not. He was helpless.
Ariana knew he was frustrated just about as equally as he was excited. He was a dominant man. He preferred to be in control of his passions and his fate and everything around him. But that was just too bad. She was in control of this moment. It was her responsibility to bring them both ultimate pleasure. She quickened her pace, using the powerful muscles of her thighs to raise and lower herself onto him, being careful not to rest any of her weight onto his chest. She did stroke him though. Over his strong belly and the curving muscles of his chest. She began to pick up a rhythm. Slow and steady, reveling in the feel of his hardness inside of her. She grew more aroused as she moved, heat slithering through her body in hard damp waves. His groans of pleasure stimulated her. She began to ride him in earnest. She gasped as her pleasure bloomed. Ariana gripped at him with both hands and body. She felt ultimate pleasure chasing her down, riding her just as hard as she was riding him. She barely felt the way his fingers dug into her hips, helping her ride him to a crest.
She orgasmed hard, her whole body tensing as waves of undeniable ecstasy crashed over her. She was drowning in pleasure, gasping for every breath, her every muscle taut and grasping. She heard Sin roar out her name, and she watched his face as release rushed over him. She could see the combination of pain and pleasure that rocketed through him. He probably wouldn’t admit it to her, but the tension of having an orgasm was probably a bit painful to a man in his condition. Still, he had wanted this. And so had she.
As she came down from her high they were both gasping for breath. Her first inclination was to drop her boneless body across his chest, but she resisted the urge for obvious reasons. She did lean over him and kiss his mouth in a series of lingering, drugging kisses. All the while they both drew hard for breath through their noses.