Simeth's Bride (Crystal Glass Dragons 2)

Arching my back, letting his hands work to keep me supported, I moaned out his name in praise. My mind was swirling faster than his tongue. Kissing down to my entrance, he kissed and licked until his tongue was inside me. My thighs started trembling, and I struggled to keep still. Moving back to my clit, his tongue moved rougher and faster, and I discovered my orgasm was a lot closer than expected.

It hit me like a wave, bowling me over in pleasure so that his hands were the only things left holding me up. My moans were louder and louder, but they were so distant from how good this felt. I rode it out, letting myself enjoy every moment of it.

When my orgasm finally drifted away, all I wanted was everything.

Moving so that I wasn’t kneeling over him anymore, I collapsed down onto my bed and laughed. He moved quickly, pulling me into his arms and kissing me. I didn’t mind my taste on his lips, I just wanted him as close as possible. I could feel a smile in the kiss, and it melted me.

“Simeth,” I said his name, but it felt like I was saying something else.

“I love you too,” he said.

He nibbled at my lower lip, and our bodies slid against each other with ease.

“You’re gorgeous,” he cooed, rolling me onto my back. I laughed and spread my legs with him laying between them. I felt him start to guide his cock against me. It was a tease at first. He rubbed from my clit to my entrance, circling my excitement and guiding himself back down to press against me. I gasped, my back arched in want, and I wished he’d just fill me already.

I wanted every inch of him.

“Please,” I begged, ragged from his teasing.

He pressed in and I wanted to worship him. Stark words tumbled from my lips, voicing my surprise and need, and he pressed further, fully filling me. The stretch was tight, and he was hot as he pulled back and pressed in again. I was still, quiet, like the sensation had knocked all the air out of me. His lips found the back of my neck, kissing me as he raised his pace.

“Oh my god,” I finally moaned, breaking my silence.

He used one of his arms to support himself, but his other hand explored my body with fervor. Plucking my nipples, twisting and teasing, he eased more noises from my throat. I closed my eyes to focus on the pleasure, but I was still cognizant of every muscle in his body flexing and moving behind every thrust.

His free hand drifted lower, trailing with an almost-ticklish touch over my chest and over my belly button. His touch strayed lower until it was mere inches above where his cock was filling me. He started to play with my clit. My legs tightened against him, and then fell further apart. I couldn’t decide if I wanted to pull him closer or give him more room to work with me.

I could feel as his lips found my collar bone, using it to suck in a deep hickey. I writhed under the sensation, glad to have physical proof that we belonged to each other. He was real. Crystal Glass was real.

The hidden city: It had been solid proof that the man was more than a myth.

He trusted me with that.

My fingers flew down to his neck, running my nails up and over his scalp as he kissed and licked the mark he’d left.

I tugged him up to my face.

If I ever got sick of kissing him, I might have lost my mind.

His lips were air in the midst of the ocean, his touches dragged me out of whatever gray world I’d put myself in. Regardless of his station in life, regardless of what his future held, he made my world so much more than just a passing thought. He made me feelseen.

His hips started moving faster, rougher, and he sat up from me.

I let my eyes slide open, albeit half-lidded, and watched his reflection framed in the elegant full-length mirror.

Simeth sat back on his heels, pulling my hips so that I was partially in his lap, and upped the pace and the strength of his thrusts. His arms, his abs, his thighs: every inch was rippling muscle. The golden chest swirls added to his beauty, a place for my eyes to rest and my mind to focus on as he plunged deeper into me.

Looking up to his dark, gorgeous eyes, I realized he was watching me too.

Another moan slipped from my throat just at that realization.

I arched my back a little more, teasingly giving him a show as he kept filling me. I could feel another orgasm nearing, and I didn’t fight it.

It struck me hard, leaving me like putty in his hands.

He kept thrusting into me through it, even as my body seized up around him, and then he stilled as well. His orgasm filled me, hot and sudden.

I pulled him back down to kiss me. The after waves of it were rough, thrilling, and I could hardly breathe.

We laid out on the bed, a sweaty, panting mess, and he tangled his fingers in mine.

“I love you,” he reminded me.

It amazed me how much he had softened up since we first met.

“I love you too,” I answered. We kissed with a slow, sweet cadence until sleep pulled us blissfully down.