The response is immediate. Helen’s legs clench up and quiver, and her eyes fly open, wide. “Oh!”
“That better, love?” I’m practically purring the words at her, because that response of hers is the most beautiful keffing thing I’ve ever seen.
“Oh, it feels really different when you’re inside me,” she chokes out. “Everything’s more intense.”
“Bad intense?” I ask, gently stroking down the side of her clits again. “Should I stop?”
She squirms under me, as if desperate to move, and then Helen begins to pant. “No. No, don’t stop.”
“Can I do this?” I rock my hips ever so slightly, gauging her response.
Helen’s panting increases, and she digs her nails into my arm once more. “I’m going to come again.”
I move my hips a little more, grinding against her. “Should I stop?”
“NO!” And she arches against me.
“Still tight—?”
“Matty,” she entreats, her voice tight. “Make me come!”
Growling, I do just as she asks. I pull back and thrust into her, watching her response as I do, and Helen’s legs immediately go around my waist again, squeezing tight. Her thighs are like a vise as she holds onto me, and I forget all about going slow now that I can tell that she’s into it as much as I am. I grab her hip and rock into her again, and when she moans, everything inside me tightens. Before I even know what I’m doing, I’m hammering into her, my balls slapping against her with every thrust into her body. Helen squeals, and her cunt flutters around me, a sign that she’s coming again. It pushes me over the edge and I hunch over her, pistoning into her as fast as I can, desperate to go over the edge. All the while, she climaxes, squeezing and fluttering around me and digging her nails into my arm and babbling my name.
I come harder than I’ve ever come in my life, shuddering as I pour my seed into her. Over and over, my cock jerking with release, release boiling out of me, until I’m completely spent. I tremble all over one last time and then collapse atop my mate, covering her gorgeous red limbs with my blue hide.
Neither one of us speaks for a long moment.
Then, Helen lets out a long, gusty sigh. “I think I made a mistake.”
I tense all over. “I hurt you?”
“No, of course not.” She bats lightly at my arm with her hand. “My mistake was that I thought your penis didn’t feel good inside me. I was clearly wrong. So wrong that I think we should test that again the moment you recover.” She peers at me. “How long do you think that will take?”
Laughing, I wrap my arms around her and drag our entwined bodies over until I’m beneath her and she’s on top. “Have I created a monster?”
“You absolutely have,” she replies, pressing kisses to my skin. “Aren’t you lucky?”
Oh, I am.
CHAPTER 118
HELEN
My goodness.
I’m vaguely aware of Mathiras’s sweaty chest underneath my body, his heart beating rapidly. My skin is sticky, too, especially between my thighs, and an ache is building there after our second round of blissful sex.
Adding a penis to our lovemaking just brings everything up another level. There really are no words to describe it. I’m a little awed…and eager to do everything again. I can’t count how many times I’ve orgasmed. At this point, Mathiras just has to touch behind my ear or between my thighs and everything goes off like a rocket. He keeps asking if I’m all right, but I am better than all right.
I am sublime.
I sigh happily, pressing my cheek to his chest. “Do you think Jerrok is going to be mad that you debauched me in his gardens?”
Matty’s hand pauses, then goes back to stroking my arm. “I didn’t ask, and I don’t care. We can tell him he should probably hose things down, though, if that’ll make you feel better.”
“Hmm. Maybe. Does it smell like sex in here?” It’s hard for me to tell, because all I smell right now is Matty, and I breathe deeply once more, enjoying his scent.
“Kef yeah, it does.” He chuckles, and the sound moves through his chest like a fascinating rumble. He runs his hand down my back, then squeezes my butt. “Are you sore? Was I too rough with you?”
“Not too rough, no.” I am sore, but I know if I tell him that, he’s just going to beat himself up. It seems wrong not to tell him, though, so I decide to pose it as a joke. “And the only sore spot inside me is one you can’t rub with your fingers.” I pause. “Actually, maybe you could.”
His thumb taps against my buttock. “You know what would help with that?”
“A shower?” I ask eagerly, sitting up.
To my surprise, Mathiras groans, his eyes closing. “Have mercy on my cock, female. You’re insatiable.”