The Abode of Peace - Scenes of Antiquity

[DarkWarrioress]

Her eyes clouded up again as his words sunk in. She was truly at a loss for words. Tearing her hand free of his, she went to the window and wrapped her arms around herself.

She had given the dinars to the church. And he meant them… they had been… she swallowed. A soft low groan escaped her lips as she rested her forehead on the pane of glass. So much more made sense to her now.

Damn him for that streak in him she never saw or ever thought he might have. No one had ever…. She was so confused now. Guilt. Tenderness. More guilt.

“I’m so sorry, Malik.”

Her words came after a time, low, roughened with emotion.

“I.. I had no idea. I would never have….”

She stopped abruptly before she choked on her own words.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

Malik tried to swallow hard even as the flow of words stopped and he looked up into her eyes. His heart was beating faster. He noticed her eyes were getting teary once again as she moved towards the window, pulling her face away from his gaze and stood there with folded arms. He heard her starting to apologize. He rose at once and stepped closer to where she was standing, placing his hand gently over her shoulder.

"Amaya..."

This time he wasn't about to walk away, no matter what she said. His fingers applied little pressure as he pulled against her shoulder, forcing her to turn and face him.

"Look at me, Amaya."

Malik knew she was in a very emotional state of mind at the moment. They both were. He also knew she belonged to the brothel and nothing could change that. Not anytime soon. It was something they both had to accept, until he could somehow...maybe...Right now, however, he just wanted to take her in his arms and comfort her. And love her. Malik reached his hand to gently wipe away the tear that was rolling down her cheek with his finger.

"You don't have to be sorry, for anything."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Lost in her misery, in the actions she took, in her feelings, Amaya didn’t hear him come up behind her. She gave a sudden start as his closed over her shoulder and his words came. Turning toward him, reluctantly following the command of the pressure he applied to her shoulder, she stood before him, unable to look at him. His hand found the silent coursing tears tracking down her cheeks.

“ I do. Your father…. Your mother… the dinars…”

She could barely get the words out over her misery. If someone had wrapped a rope around her wait and thrown her into the river weighted at the other end with a heavy stone, she wouldn’t have fought them. She felt that badly.

Impulsively, she stepped against him, sliding her arms around his waist and laid her head on his chest. He cared. Some emotions did not come easy for him, but he found a way to express himself. She had misjudged him. She prayed he could be as generous one of these days.

 

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Amaya

The tears started trickling down her snow like cheeks. He couldn't see her crying. Not like this. He would enjoy and relish making her cry in other delightfully wicked ways. But this was far too emotional for even a man like Malik. His entire balance had been shaken tonight. First, by the wariorress. And now, because of his angel. But he couldn't really blame her.

"Stop crying, Amaya. You didn't know."

He felt her step closer to him. Next thing he knew, his left arm was tightly wrapped around her body as her head pressed against his chest and tiny arms went around his waist. She was tugging at his heart strings. Damn it! How could she do this to him! The anger and frustration was simmering underneath. His right hand reached to touch her head as his head dipped back, eyes towards the celing closed for a moment.

"I told you once. You don't need to be sorry. It's not your fault. You are not responsible for my actions or for whatever happened. I won't tell you again."

The same hand that had grabbed, pulled, and yanked her beautiful hair so many times, gently caressed it as if it were something precious, even as his fingers shook nervously, unable to do things with her that were not exactly gentle. He leaned back, as if to free himself from her embrace, and reached his left hand to tilt her head upwards, the fingers of his right hand gently wiping away the tears flowing down her beautiful face. Malik turned around and just stood there for a moment with his eyes closed, his fingers gripping the chair tightly.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

He was right. She wasn’t responsible for his actions or his emotions, but she was for her own. Amaya took a few steps backwards, away from him. She sensed he was out of his depth here. Something roiled beneath his surface, she could guess and probably accurately too. She adored him. She wasn’t going to voice that however. Instead she did something totally unexpected for more reasons than she was going to explain. Her fingers curled into a fist just before she lifted it and slammed it, into the middle of his back. She made a grimace of pain as she drew her hand back shaking it.

“No, I’m not responsible for your actions, you son of a mule. How dare you come to me with another woman on your mind? How dare you take me like that when it was she,”

Amaya fairly spat the words out with venom.

“you were thinking of? I might be a whore, but I’m still a woman. And women, in case you don’t know it, dung of a sand beetle, don’t like that.”

 

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Amaya

He felt the jab. A shot against the middle of his back. It surprised and startled him more than the pain he felt. She must have surely hurt her tender little hand, he thought. He knew she cared. Just as much as he did. And she knew in the back of her mind, that he cared too. Otherwise no woman of her size would have dared to hit him like that, without facing the consequences. Malik's back arched just slightly, his hand losing it's grip over the chair as he turned around to face Amaya, trying to control his emotions.

"Amaya, I..."

Her words didn't stop. They started hitting him like bullets, once again. Only this time, he was not in a mood to just stand there and take them. He could apologize to her again. Maybe he could tell her what had happened to him after he had followed the warrioress into her chambers. He didn't. He probably would never tell her what took place. What he could do, was not to come to her again, with thoughts of another woman in his mind.

His gaze hardened as he stared down into her eyes. The look in her eyes could have scared some men. She was eying him like a wild little cat about to scratch his face. It caused him to smile inwardly. He took a step forward and slid his arm around her waist, pulling her tightly against his body, his other hand grabbing the wrist of her hand that had poked him in the back and bringing it up between them, eying it before gazing back into her eyes.

"So, what do women like?"

The grip over her wrist got firmer as he brought her hand closer to his mouth and kissed it gently, his eyes never leaving hers.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

The air in her lungs just seemed to leave her in a puff as he pulled her tightly against his hard frame. With eyes that spoke volumes, she watched as he brought her wrist up between them, his grip firm. His question caught her by surprise. Her lips wanted to twitch into a smile. She sternly wouldn’t let them. Amaya wanted to growl at him. The fire of anger may be suppressed, but it was still there, inside her. She wanted to melt against him. Instead, she licked her lips, her head canted slightly to one side as she looked into his eyes.

“This woman, you … you…”

Her voice no longer held the venom it once did. Now, it came forth with a softness defined by her feelings for him.

“…I’d call you a son of a jackal but that would be disrespectful of your parents…. likes you just the way you are. I like you rough and firm. I like when your mind and body takes mine to places where only the two of us go. No intruders.”

The fire in her eyes might be banked but they were also laced with continued hurt. She wanted to tell him to take it away. The hurt. Make her remember what it was like before tonight.

 

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Amaya

Her delicate body crushed in his grip, pressing against his broad frame as she continued to spit venom at him. His hold on her wrist tightened as she calmed down and he noticed her melting against his gaze. There were no more words left to be said. Neither about the woman that he had come to her with in his mind, nor his actions so far tonight. He didn't want to hear anything about it from her either.

"I don't think there are any intruders over here, do you?"

His eyes turned darker even as he saw the fire in hers. He released her wrist and almost threw it away from his hand as it fell to the side. His hand reached behind her head to grab a fistful of her hair, not yanking it, but rather slowly pulling it back to cause her entire body to arch in his embrace as his other hand remained firm around her waist, holding her close to his body.

"It's only you and me here. Just...the two of us, Amaya."

Malik leaned in and bent down slightly to bring his mouth closer to her ear as he breathed fire on the side of her face. His fingers didn't let go of her hair, as his other hand slid from her waist and up over her back to support her in that position, her feet slipping unsteadily off the ground just a bit.

"You like me rough and firm? I'm going to give you rough and firm."

His whisper was hoarse. His mouth claimed her neck at once. No nibbling. No flicking of tongues. No tender kisses or suckles. His teeth sunk into her flesh fiercely with a growl, his hand yanking her head further backwards by the hair, while the other hand clutched her lithe figure, making sure she didn't drop to the floor. When his mouth withdrew from her neck, he growled once again, slightly softer this time, staring down into her eyes like a dragon about to devour it's prey.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

She hoped he meant that. That there were only the two f them in this room right now, him and her, Amaya. There was nothing tender in his teeth sinking in to her neck. Her breath caught sharply. Her hands latched to his arms, her fingers sank into his flesh and muscle. The animalistic growl, his hand in her hair, yanking it back, his arm like a band of steel pinning her to his frame...all of it made her shiver and her pulse race.

"Malik..."

She moaned softly into the air between them.

If she doubted whether he was truly with her in this room, her doubts fled in the face of his actions. She sensed the difference this time. Her. Him. The look in her eyes deepened with the effect he caused in her. The side of her neck, where he had set his teeth, stung. He had left a mark. She could feel it.

 

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Amaya

His eyes stared down into hers steadily. His right hand loosened the grip on her hair slightly, as his wide palm cupped the back of her head for the moment, his left hand sliding away from her back before he let her balance herself on her feet. One large finger placed on the tip of her nose slowly began trailing down, crossing the bridge between her nose and her mouth, brushing her lips on the way, curving down her chin before it glided down her neck. Hair grabbed using his fist once again as he yanked her head back this time to get better access to her throat. The throat from where her delicious whimpers arise. From where she screams his name when he fucks her like the wanton little kitten she is. And all the exquisitely sexy sounds in between.

Malik had felt her fingernails as they had sunk into his tough flesh. Her hands clung to him tightly, making sure she wouldn't fall down, since his one hand was not enough to support her now. His finger continued it's journey down the front of her body, passing between the lovely mounds of her breasts and then dropped all the way down to where her moistness was hidden between those legs. His middle finger dipped inside her without warning, without further adieu. Thrust all the way inside her tightness roughly as the rest of his hand cupped her between the thighs, barely. His eyes moved up her body, fingers firmly holding her head back. Malik's mouth moved very close to hers as he whispered.

"Yes, Amaya?"

She could feel the heat of his words as they breathed over her.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

What was she going to say?

She couldn't remember. His eyes commanded hers. She had felt his finger on the tip of her nose. The slow trail of that finger as it glided down to her lips, brushing over them. She fought the urge to part her lips as the pad of his finger crossed over it. He yanked her head back again, exposing her throat to him. His finger continued its path downward, over her chin until she felt it in the valley between her breasts. Her chest rose and fell rapidly. His touch did that to her. Her heart thumped in her chest. She stood there as his finger traveled down her body. The muscles in her abdomen tightened as his touch passed over it.

He was killing her with his touch. Her knees went weak. Her fingers dug deeper into his arms as that finger dipped between her thighs and sunk into her, thrusting as deeply as he possibly could. His palm cupped warmly against her. She moaned again. In pleasure. She felt her muscles tighten around his finger, contracting, milking it deeper or so it felt like.

His eyes came back to hers. His were darker or so it seemed. His lips were so close she could almost feel them brush against her own. Her eyes closed. Her chin lifted as if to kiss him. The heat of his words brushed over her. It was a touch of fire.

"Fuck me, Malik. Please."

It was a whimper. It was a prayer. It was desire.

 

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Amaya

"See? No intruders. Just me and you, my angel whore."

Malik's finger started moving slowly. Very slowly. One finger was enough, for now, to stretch her so that she felt his presence inside her. His mouth moved to her breasts, admiring the curves. Tongue started flicking over her taut buds that stretched the fabric of her shift slightly as his body, pressed against her side, had tugged at the rest of the material trapping it between them. Her whimpers and moans pleased him. As always. The way her body was reacting to his touch was as arousing as ever.

"Oh, I plan to."

Lips suddenly crushed against tender flesh, trapping her right nipple in his mouth. Teeth grabbed the erect bud and bit into it hungrily. His middle finger curled upwards, pushed inside all the way. His mouth moved from the right breast to the left, chewing on her other nipple this time before letting it go, his finger pulling out all the way until just his nail was hidden between her folds, only to be shoved back deep into her cunt at the same time. When his head dipped back and watched the expressions on her face, his voice was a low and husky, filled with confidence, passion, hunger and lust. The Malik that had walked into the room earlier, after his encounter with the warrioress, was nowhere to be seen.

"I plan to fuck you until you beg me for more...and more."

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

It felt right. It felt good. Them, together. This time.

His tongue on her nipple through the thin fabric of her shift, caused her hands to curl around his head. His name left her lips again on the whisper of her breath. This time there was a tremor of desperation. He was teasing her passions, stroking them. Sharp teeth closed around her nipple. His finger pulled out of her, teasing her, before he shoved it back in. Her body arched against him. Her whole body quivered. It caught on fire with wanting him. Nothing else mattered, but him. Whatever he wanted. Whatever was in her power to give him, she would.

Life was that simple. The future would see to itself. The past was a breath behind them. She wanted to crawl inside him at that moment. She wanted to be a whisper through his soul.

"Take me." She wanted to tell him.

She wanted to touch him. Drive him to madness until he took her hard, passionately. Until they shared one breath. One heart beat.

Beg him? He would drive her to it. She would writhe against him. Feel the fire grow from the pit of her belly and spread, engulfing her. She would take him with her.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

Malik's eyes remained on her as he slowly leaned back, her fingers leaving his hair. His own hands slid away from her body, the lone wet finger pulling out from inside her heat, her hair released from his grip as he let her stand on her feet once again. But only for a few moments. She would not be standing again at least for a while. Not until he was done with her anyway. His forefinger trailed down her soft cheek all the way to her chest where it paused. Then, his other hand reached forward and the next instant, her shift was divided into two pieces, both his hands pulling the fabric apart in opposite directions, exposing her bare flesh to his eyes. He drank in her beauty for a few seconds. Not too long.

Strong hands slipped around her waist and down the globes of her ass as he grabbed the back of her upper thighs firmly and pulled her against him, lifting her off the floor until their eyes were parallel, staring into each other. He wanted to kiss her right then and there. But he didn't. Even though she had broken her own rule earlier, he was not about to. His left arm clutched her tightly as it went around underneath her buttocks, supporting her slender frame as it smashed against his own. Her breasts pushed upwards against his chest, his prick hardening and stretching inside the pants as it pressed against her inner thigh before her dangling legs wrapped around him. His gaze didn't waver as he continued looking at his reflection.

The fingers of his left hand brushed a long curl of her hair away from her face and tucked it behind her ear while he held her. His palm cupped her cheek, thumb stretching to slide over her bottom lip, back and forth, pulling it away from the upper one. He was back with his angel again. Just him and her. And she was in her Master's arms. Ready to serve him. Ready to give him whatever he needed. Without question. Without a fight or an argument. The only thing between them would be wanton desire, fiery passion, and a thin layer of sweat by the time they were done. It is what he had come to the Abode for, earlier that evening.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

It was the movement of his finger Amaya had been mentally following so when he rent her shift in two, she was shocked for a moment, but just a moment. Silently, truthfully, she enjoyed it. Such actions sent a small thrill through her. It was a combination of things really. It was his eyes, dark, brooding with lust, his strength and the heat of the moment. Her legs wrapped around his waist as he lifted her off the floor, her eyes glued to his. Her nipples immediately tightened more as his chest pressed against them, making her whimper.

In his eyes she saw all the things he wanted to do with her, would do, to her. Her own reflected, she was sure, her encouragement to do so. Especially now. Her lips were a breath away from his. He wouldn’t do it. She knew he wouldn’t. Heat radiated between her thighs even as she throbbed and ached for him. He had robbed her of his finger. Her thighs squeezed him. Her hands slid around his neck. Her fingers laced into the hair at the back of his neck and curled against his skull. Hesitantly, she angled her head, her lips moving closer to his, letting the tip of her tongue peek out to slip across his thumb.

 

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Amaya

The softness of her lower lip was crushing against the pad of his thumb when her tongue slid out to flick against his finger. He felt her fingers buried in his hair. Her thighs wrapped tightly around him, trying to squeeze. He hardly felt it. His arm continued to hold her against him while his thumb dipped into her mouth just a bit. His eyes were focused on hers though. He felt her nipples harden against his chest. Their mouths were only a breath apart. He knew she wanted to kiss him. He wanted it just as much as her. But they were not going to do it. He needed to keep her tempting mouth away from his.

As her head tilted and her lips moved closer to his, Malik growled softly, his thumb sliding out from between her lips. His clutch shifted slightly, arm underneath her buttocks moving to create room between them as his hand went to the back of her head and roughly pulled her hair using his fist, yanking her entire upper body. His mouth moved against her throat and teeth grazed her flesh slowly upwards, continuing along her cheek towards her ear. Sharp teeth didn't graze this time. They bit into the soft flesh of her earlobe. Then, leaning back up, his hand left her hair and reached between them to twist her right nipple using his thumb and forefinger, watching her try to come back up from her arched position.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

So close. She kept the very tip of her tongue pressed against the end of his thumb, even as he slid it inward into her mouth slightly. She stilled as he growled. It sent delicious things flaring throughout her body. She gave a small husky chuckle as he slid his thumb free. The chuckle turned into a moan as he yanked her upper body back, a long drawn out moan as she felt his mouth against her throat, his teeth scrape the tender flesh there. As his teeth sank into her sensitive earlobe, she felt her wetness slip from her, smearing against his abdomen. Her hips swiveled against his skin as he twisted her nipple.

Drawing herself upright slowly, yet keeping space between them, where his fingers were working their magic, her nails found his back and raked across it, digging into his flesh as she did so. He was arousing the hell out of her, but not allowing her to do the same to him. A soft sound came from her throat, almost like a growl.

 

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Amaya

He had heard the tiny little chuckle. Then the moan. It was slightly amusing. He knew he was arousing her more and more with each breath. Her fingernails dug into his flesh before raking against dark roughened skin, sending shivers through his body. His grip on her only tightened as an effect. He felt her tender little body jolt and her hips grind against him as he first twisted her right nipple, and then her left, this time with even more pressure. Then he heard the growl. Her wetness was pressing against his abdomen.

Malik turned towards the bed slowly, taking a couple of steps forward and slowly lowered her down, her body still a few feet above the mattress. His eyes bore down on hers for a few seconds, his right hand reaching up to slide through her hair, not pulling or yanking this time but rather just caressing it with his fingers. Then, there was a noise as her body hit the bed, his arm sliding out from underneath her ass and away. It was almost as if he threw her down onto the bed. His hands immediately grabbed both of her legs and spread them apart, as his gaze shifted from her eyes, to her mouth, to her wetness. He couldn't kiss the lips that were attached to her mouth. But he was surely going to kiss her other set of lips that were glistening between her thighs.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Her body hit the bed with a small bounce. It caused her breasts to jiggle slightly. He controlled it by his hands taking firm hold of her legs, spreading her open to his eyes. She felt inescapably vulnerable and self conscious. She always did when he did this to her. She squirmed beneath his look. Amaya knew exactly what he was going to do next. She also knew what it would do to her. One part of her melted into the mattress, another part, tugged at her legs, hoping to free herself. Her fingers sought, grabbed and balled up the covers beneath her.

The air in her room grew taut with anticipation as she watched him. Waiting. She was slick with her own wetness. He hadn’t even started in on her and she was already dying. This was the Malik she thrilled to. This was the one she would die for, over and over, each time he drove her to a peak and tossed her over it.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

His grip was firm over the ankle of her right leg even as she tried to struggle. It was adorable. He watched her fingers helplessly grabbing the sheets as he roughly tugged at her leg and pulled her body to the edge of the bed, his other hand sliding to her calf and clutching her other leg tightly. He watched as the rest of her body jerked off the bed before settling. His eyes moved from her face to the edge of the mattress where her lips glistened as if they were the entrance to a volcano that could spit out hot lava anytime. His hand slid around her calf and forced her legs apart further, as his mouth leaned in to kiss the knee of her other leg, ankle held firmly in his fingers.

Malik looked at her once, his gaze anything but soft, and then lowered himself as his knees pressed to the floor, her legs on either side of his body. Ankle was free from his clutch. Hands slid upwards over her legs, caressing her knees and then inner thighs gently as he approached closer to his target, as if stalking his prey. The distinct scent of her sex reached his nostrils as he inhaled and closed his eyes for a moment. When they opened, his lips were merely an inch or two away from hers. His left hand was planted firmly over her right thigh. His eyes shot up from between her thighs and gazed straight ahead from between the mounds of her breasts.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

His hands stretched the inner muscles of her thighs as he pressed her further open. Her eyes followed him as he went to his knees at the edge of the bed. About then, her mouth went dry. She couldn’t have looked away even if she wanted to. And when she silently watched him, inhaling her …. the palpitating between her thighs cranked up. The ache. It stemmed from deep within, centering just above her opening and radiating outward and upward, toward her belly.

Her eyes tore away from his, her head tipping back into the pillow beneath it as her body arched slightly upward toward him. Her fingers tightening their hold on the sheets, yanking them, without much success, upward.

Anticipation was a bitch. And it was killing her. HE was killing her. Softly. Slowly. With infinite patience.

 

[Mav Unlimited]

Amaya

He watched silently as she threw her head back against the pillow. His eyes, pleased, with the effect he was having on her, moved back to her slit. His mouth pressed against her wetness as his head tilted just a bit. Tongue slipped out from between parted lips and rolled over the already wet folds of her pussy. Then the pressure was released as his head dipped back and turned, his teeth digging into the flesh of her inner thigh, just below from where her heat was emanating. Both hands remained on her legs, holding them wide open as she lay on the bed, squirming and whimpering in anticipation. And a blindfold wasn't even necessary. Besides, he wanted her to watch as he fucked her, first with his mouth and his fingers, and then with his cock.

The taste of her sex was now on his tongue. The scent of her womanhood had already intoxicated him. He was about to devour her. Slowly. Malik turned to face her lips once again. This time his tongue snaked out all over her slippery folds, lapping up the juices as they flowed like honey leaking from a pot. Her sexpot. He was going to drink it all. And then some more. His right hand reached up between her thighs, in front of his mouth as he pressed two fingers over her cunt, his mouth moving to her left thigh. His teeth behaved this time as he applied soft suckles over her tender white flesh. His fingers pressed firmly between her legs but didn't penetrate. They were just soaking in her juices.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Body, fraught with tension, she waited. The wait was not in vain. His mouth pressed against her, his tongue lapping up her wetness, caused her lower body to squirm against his face. He wasn’t there long, just long enough to tease her mercilessly before his teeth sank into her inner thigh, making her stop filling her lungs with air. She hauled in air greedily as his teeth freed her from their grip.

His passionate torture wasn’t over yet as she felt his tongue lazily lapping at her again. It did wicked things to her nervous system. She was sure oxygen wasn’t getting to her brain because she couldn’t think. Her hips twisted as if trying to escape from his torturing tongue or the sensations he was causing in her. Soft passion laden sounds emitted from her throat. He knew those sounds well by now.

 

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Amaya

His fingers started sliding against her slit slowly as his mouth planted soft wet kisses along her thigh. Malik turned his wrist to bring the two fingers parallel to her body, pointing them directly at her folds, his head moving up, eyes watching her with lust and intent. A low growl. Two fingers shoved inside. Deep. All the way into her tightness. Squeezed between her walls as her hips jerked, body continued to twist in delight.

His hand rotated as the fingers turned inside her and curled as if they were scooping something up, palm pointing upwards. The look in her eyes and the way her delicious body moved was priceless. He loved teasing her with no mercy whatsoever. His hand remained against her cunt as his body shifted upwards over hers, mouth traveling close to where her breasts lay abandoned.

Malik cupped one of those lovely mounds in his free hand and began sucking on her erect nipple. The sounds that were being produced from her throat drove him wilder. His teeth sunk into her flesh. His lips closed over her bud and sucked hard, before his mouth attended her other breast, his hand still holding the first one, thumb teasing the recently bitten tit. He was extremely aroused between his legs, Malik. But torturing his sweet angel until she couldn't take it anymore, was much more enticing for his wicked mind.

 

[DarkWarrioress]

Malik~

Kisses. She wanted them on her mouth, stealing the sounds that left her lips. Her hips arched off the bed briefly as she felt his fingers roughly shoved inside her, just before her inner muscles clamped around them. It wasn’t his cock, but they were the next best thing.

Opportunity came and she recognized it. Her hand released its death grip on the sheets and made a beeline toward his lower stomach, reaching and wrapping around his cock. At the same time, his mouth zeroed in on a nipple as his fingers squeezed around her breast. The hard suction of his mouth created a sensation that tugged at a spot between her legs. Her fingers, firm around his hardened cock, began sliding up and down slowly. His mouth moved from one breast to the other, the hard suction playing on both. Her saliva coated nipple when met with the night air, became even more rigid and created a sweet nibble of pain when his mouth left one or the other. His fingers, deep in her body, worked it like a master, making her hips roll with his movements.