I slowly push him on his uninjured side, then have him roll until he’s lying on his back, and I’m positioned over him, my thighs on each side of his hips. His cock is already hard and straining against his pants. Still devouring his mouth, I undo his belt and pants, then glide his clothes, including his underwear, down to his knees. His dick springs forward, thick and greedy, its tip already glistening.
My mouth waters at the sight of his need. His blatant desire sends heat through my body. I tingle all the way to my toes.
Under my gaze, his cock jerks, like it can’t wait anymore. I lick my mouth. I can’t either.
I wrap my lips around the plum-shaped head. It’s so hot against the tender, sensitive skin inside my mouth. I pull him in deeper, flicking my tongue over the thick shaft.
I move my head up and down. He reaches over and pushes my hair out of his view. The sight must be a huge turn-on because a low, rough groan vibrates through his chest. His excitement fuels my desire. I grip the base of his cock, since he’s too big to fit into my mouth, and pump my hand to the rhythm I set with my lips.
Impossibly, his cock grows even harder and larger. More slickness fills my mouth, salty and all Tolyan. The flesh between my legs dampens. Having him go crazy with lust makes me feel powerful. Sexy. And incredibly turned on.
His grip in my hair tightens, but not enough to hurt. I can see he’s fighting for control, but he’s losing. He thrusts shallowly forward, pushing his dick deeper into my mouth.
Yes, yes, yes! I moan my approval around his shaft.
He throws his head back, hot liquid filling my mouth as a climax twists through his gorgeous body. I suck him all in greedily, wanting to draw out the last drop of his orgasm.
When I finally let go of him, my breath is shallow and fast. I lick my tender lips, and he’s gazing at me like he’s still starved.
“Come here,” he orders.
I shake my head. “Uh-uh. You’re going to rest now and recover, like a good patient.”
His eyes narrow into slits. “There’s no way we’re ending like this.”
“Your stitches—”
“They’ll be fine, if you’ll just take off your panties and sit on my face.”
I gasp at the raw desire in his voice, the dirty image his words create. “I can’t do that,” I protest feebly. It’s one thing when he goes down on me, but something else for me to “sit” on his face. Isn’t it?
“Yes, you can, or I’m going to have to get up and chase you. I might even have to run.” He gestures at the bandage. “And we can’t have that.”
I bite my lip. His eyes glow with the most unholy determination. There’s no bargaining with this man.
Torn between nervousness and excitement, I climb off the bed, reach under my skirt, pull down my underwear and kick it off.
He smiles wickedly. “Good girl.”
My face flames. I can’t decide if I’m embarrassed or anxious or dying to mount his head.
I slowly get back on the mattress and settle myself with my folds somewhere over his chest.
He gives me a sharp look. “That’s the wrong location. My mouth isn’t over there.”
“I know.” My mouth is dry. I swallow.
“Come here, little fawn. Let me make you feel good.”
Tolyan cups my ass, then pushes me up until I’m where he wants me. His breaths fan over my wet flesh, and I tremble as stark need threads through me. His strong hands rest over my thighs and pull me down.
My limbs feel too limp with liquid need to resist. His breath grows hotter as my body sinks. Then he licks me, from pussy to clit.
An electric shock of pleasure shoots all the way to the tips of my toes. I shudde
r and moan as his tongue and lips torture my most delicate flesh, where millions of nerve endings shiver with delight.
Whatever reluctance or shame I felt earlier is gone. There’s only greed and need as Tolyan urges me to chase my own orgasm.