The Passion of Darius (Somerset Historicals 1)

She leaned forward and wrapped her hand around his rigid cock. Her fingertips didn’t quite meet her thumb though. She stroked up and down as he had told her, mesmerized by the velvety softness of the skin that sheathed him. The slit at the head opened up when she stroked downward and closed when she stroked upward. The opening and closing made a small sound because it was wet. A bit of shiny moisture wetted the slit. Marianne wanted to taste it, but she waited for him to tell her.

“Lick me. My cock, Marianne. You want to lick it and kiss it. Take it into your mouth and suck with those sweet, strawberry lips of yours.”

She stretched down to meet his quivering cock flicking out her tongue, and licked the drop that seeped from the slit. He tasted salty but slightly sweet. She pointed her tongue and dipped inside the tiny hole for the remnants. She heard Darius groan above her. The sound of him made her hot all over. Even so, Marianne still waited for him to direct her.

“Take it all the way,” he gasped.

The rigid flesh slid into her mouth, and she had to stretch her jaws wide to accommodate his girth, but relished the sensation of being filled. His scent carried the remains of what they’d done before…some of him and some of her mixed together.

Marianne realized it felt right to do this. She wanted to.

Descending slowly, she felt the head brush the back of her throat, and it spurred her on. Marianne liked his cock in her mouth.

Darius put his hands up to her head and buried them in her hair, holding her mouth steady while slowly thrusting in and out, seeking a rhythm, just like before.

“God! You’re magnificent. Your lips wrapped around my cock—ahhhhh.”

Marianne kept working his flesh between her lips and would have continued, but he stilled their movements after a time. Gently holding her head still, he withdrew. She felt a bit of a loss when he left her mouth. Why did he want her to stop? She raised herself back up and flashed him a slight curl of a smile before licking her lips, rubbing them slowly together.

Darius brought his fingers to her lips, caressing, and told her why. “I don’t want to come just yet. Sometime, I’d like to come in your mouth, but not this time,” he whispered very softly.

Marianne smiled back at him, feeling suddenly bold. He’s mine.

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Yes, she would like to do that for him, remembering how exquisite his mouth had felt when he’d used it to pleasure her.

Darius came at her again, cupping the back of her head with one hand, and the other to cradle the base of her spine. He descended for a kiss. Marianne caught the lingering taste of him on her tongue as it blended with his own.

“Come here. Straddle my lap. Sit on me, my beauty.”

She split her legs over the sides of his, folding them under. His hot erection sandwiched up between her thighs, against her burning cunny, that ached for him again.

He guided himself, rubbing the head against her slick flesh. God, it felt divine when he did that. Whimpering, she pushed harder against him, seeking, needing, craving…

I just need it in me. Hard and deep and…now!

“You want my cock inside you again, Marianne? Tell me, my beauty!”

She did not hold back even an instant. “I want it inside me again, Darius!”

He served.

Twin, satisfied moans pierced the silence as he slid inside, filling her deeply.

“Ride me. Ride my cock!”

She gripped his shoulders and began to rock up and down his length. He cupped the cheeks of her bottom from below and helped.

Writhing atop him, Marianne thought she could not even care about what she looked like or be embarrassed by it. What they were doing was so shocking and pleasurable at the same time; she could die like this and surely wouldn’t care. She wanted him hard and driving inside her. The feel of him piercing her through her own guiding movements was sublime, as was the knowledge that she was driving their sex this time. Up and down, she drew off and then dropped downward, encasing his cock, over and over and over.

Marianne was relieved to have Darius let her take him like this, as he wanted to do, and as she craved.

Her breasts swayed from all the movement, right before him. He captured first one nipple and then the other, sucking deeply, to the point of pain, pulling them up into his mouth. That sweet sting, mixed with the rasping of his cock teasing her clit, forced her to cry out in unimaginable pleasure.

They thrust together wildly. Back and forth, advance and retreat. She felt the spasms starting and bore down to squeeze tightly around him. Her shuddering cries must have told him she was climaxing, triggering an explosive release in him.

“Ahhh…ohhh…God, I’m going to come!”