Deryk (Dragon Hearts #2)(23)
“No.” Deryk liked her exactly where she was, and quickly lifted to pull down his own boxers, completely naked as he resumed sitting on the side of the bed.
Izzi’s mouth watered as she stared at Deryk’s bared cock. It was thick and at least nine inches long, with a heavy vein pulsing along its length, the bulbous tip a deep, engorged red and glistening with pre-come.
She wasn’t a complete innocent, knew the basics of what she was about to do. She was just a little overwhelmed now that she was confronted with all that aroused and throbbing male beauty.
Izzi kept her eyes on that straining length as she moved forward on her knees to curl the fingers of one hand about him, surprised by how silky the skin of Deryk’s cock felt, with the promise of steel beneath, against her hand.
She looked up questioningly when she heard his sharply indrawn breath.
“Don’t stop,” Deryk groaned achingly, loving the feel of her hand surrounding his cock.
She looked like a siren or a mermaid curled up on her knees in front of him, her blonde hair falling long and straight down the narrow length of her spine, her rosy-red and well-suckled nipples visible through the silky tendrils that had fallen forward.
Her hand was very tiny wrapped about his cock, the fingers slender and elegant as she ran them along the length of his shaft. Deryk thought he was going to come all over those delicate fingers as Izabella licked her lips with the tip of her tongue and concentrated on her task. He couldn’t wait to feel that moist rasp against his burning and sensitive flesh.
“I ache to be sucked too.” He used almost the same words she had to him minutes ago, leaning back to rest his weight on his hands as he continued to watch her through narrowed lids.
White light flashed in front of his eyes when her other hand cupped and then squeezed his balls, not enough to hurt, but enough to let him know who was in control.
“Or not,” he groaned in surrender. Right now, with Izabella kneeling naked at his feet, one of her hands squeezing his cock and the other holding his balls, he would promise her anything. Anything at all. Not because he feared she would hurt him, but because he wanted her to keep touching and caressing him. He wanted her mouth on him more than he wanted his next breath. “Please, Izabella.”
She gave him a playfully coy glance. “Tell me what you want?”
“Your lips wrapped around my cock while it’s buried in the heat of your mouth.”
Izzi drew her breath in sharply at his candidness. She really hoped she did this right. That she wasn’t a complete failure—
“I could come right now just from being with you,” he groaned.
Deryk might not be able to read her thoughts, but he was certainly becoming very adept at reading her emotions. More so than he should be able to? Had the mating closeness already started? Perhaps for Deryk, at least, because for the main part he was as much of an enigma to her now as he had been in the beginning.
“Why are you looking at me like that?” he totally nullified her thoughts as he sat forward to grasp her arms, dislodging her hands in the process. “Goddess, please don’t tell me you’ve changed your mind.” Strain bracketed a groove either side of his mouth. “I need your mouth on me, Izabella. I need that so damned much.” His voice broke with the urgency of that need.
If he felt anything like the fever that constantly racked her body, along with the desire that felt as if it consumed her, then he did need that, Izzi accepted ruefully. It was only—
“Your mouth, Izabella.” He gazed intently into her eyes. “Only you exist for me now.”
She chewed on her bottom lip. “What if I’m no good at it? If I don’t do the things you like?”
“That’s all you’re worried about?” He gave a self-derisive laugh. “Haven’t you realized yet that you’re my mate and I’ll love everything and anything you care to do to and with me? Just having you here with me now, the two of us naked together, is enough to make me spontaneously combust.” He released her to sit back. “Give me your hand.” He held his own hand out, palm upward, waiting until she slowly placed her hand in his before guiding it back to the throbbing length of his cock. “See.” He ran the tips of her fingers along that silken length, and immediately, a trickle of pre-come bubbled to the surface. “You only have to touch me to give me pleasure,” he reassured her. “With any part of you. I love it all.”
Izzi believed him, could see in his face the pleasure he made no effort to hide. It emboldened her. Gave her the courage to once again curl her fingers about his cock of steel encased in velvet. To slowly stroke and pump that rampant length as she lowered her head to lick up the beads of salty-sweet pre-come before her lips parted and she took that glistening head fully into her mouth.
“Goddess…” Deryk fell back weakly onto the bed covers, thrusting his cock even deeper into that enveloping heat. “Yes…” he groaned again as he felt the delicate lick of Izabella’s tongue over his cockhead, that groan almost becoming a sob when she discovered the sensitive spot just beneath the mushroom top. He started to shake as her tongue swirled and stroked, his fingers tightly gripping the covers beneath him as he fought not to come yet. This pleasure was too delicious to end too quickly.
Izabella took him deeper into her mouth as her confidence grew by leaps and bounds, fingers squeezing and stroking the inches of his cock she couldn’t fit into her mouth. Her head bobbed rhythmically up and down as she began to suck him deep to the back of her throat before slowly raising her head and then starting the whole process again.