15
Mara
Within a week I was settled into my new home.
A castle.
Izzy, the girl who’d told me about the breeding, couldn’t stop apologizing until we inadvertently became friends.
Pulling Simeth into our bedroom, I locked the door behind us and kissed him. We could do this as often as possible, which meant my life had definitely improved.
The only things I needed to focus on were his lips on mine and his fingers as they pulled up my tee-shirt.
We paused briefly to get my shirt off the rest of the way before reconnecting the moment it had gone. My hands went between us, unbuttoning and unzipping his pants. Simeth made a surprised noise, and I smiled against his lips as his pants started falling to the ground.
Making my way down, I lifted his shirt up to reveal his gorgeous abs. I peppered them with kisses, and then pulled down his boxer briefs as I slid to my knees. His cock wasn’t completely hard, it was stirring to life, though; the veins in it were already visible through the thin, hot skin.
I ran the back of a finger along the underside of his cock, using teasingly soft touches. His hips pivoted a little, and I felt bolder by the second. I softly pressed my lips to the head of his cock. Breathing out over it as I laid another kiss, I was rewarded with a needy thrust of his hips.
Simeth hissed out a sigh of a breath, and I looked up and smiled at him. I made sure his eyes were on mine as I parted my lips and took him into my mouth, tasting his hot and salty skin with my tongue. He let out a deep groan, and it egged me on as I slid lips further over his cock.
I pulled back after only getting half of him in. I hollowed my cheeks and pressed on, taking more and more of him into my mouth with each repetition.
He groaned again as I took him further than before, just before the point where I’d gag, and then released him again. My hands worked his shaft as he sat down on the bed. His cock was now up to full arousal. Moving one of my hands down experimentally, I rolled his balls in my fingers, fondling them. His hips twitched, like he was really working to not thrust down my throat, and I adored getting this reaction out of him.
Working my mouth faster, taking him as far as I could each time, I could taste precum dripping from him.
He weaved his fingers through my curls, forming a fist without pulling my hair.
As I kept going, he tugged a little, and I knew that he needed me to stop.
“I want you,” he said plainly.
As I stood up, he pulled his shirt off. God, I could never get tired of his body. It was absolutely the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen, and I wondered how I’d gone so long without having it in my life.
I started to climb up onto his lap, but Simeth shook his head, patting his upper chest instead.
“Oh?” I asked, teasing.
“Have a seat,” he said, his voice deep with arousal.
“I thought youwantedme?” I laughed, pulling off my pants and underwear.
“I do,” he said, no joke in his voice. I couldn’t fight the smile as I climbed onto the bed with him. My fingertips traced the gold tattoo over his heart.
Moving up until I was leaning over him, it felt powerful somehow.
His eyes peered up at me expectantly, laying between my thighs and waiting for me to start this. This man might someday be king of this country, ruling with absolute power. For now, his duty was my pleasure, my release.
The feeling was intoxicating.
Lowering down, sliding my knees apart, I let his hands guide me to his face.
His mouth was warm and eager as he kissed my thighs. I could feel that stubble of his roughing up my sensitive skin. His hands moved to my hips, my legs tangled with his arms, and he kissed against my labia.
Licking his way to my clit, every sensation was crystal clear. It felt good almost instantly, as though he knew exactly what to do even though he’d only gone down on me once before. Kneeling above his face like this, all I had to do was move my hips a little to change the angle, I could ride him like this forever and enjoy every second of it.
I let out a cry. He sucked my clit, swirling his hot tongue against it until I was almost shaking. I kept rolling my hips against him, letting a litany of moans and pleas spill from my lips. The pleasure washed over me in waves, I wasn’t anywhere near an orgasm, and that just made it all the more vivid. There was no finish line, no rush, just pleasure.