Mists of Velvet

watched as her pink tongue crept out and licked him slowly, teasingly so that he nudged his cock farther into her mouth.
    “That looks so damned good,” he moaned. Fuck, she was good. And gorgeous, and everything he could have ever desired.
    “Show me more,” she whispered, meeting his gaze and flicking her tongue along his erection. “Show me what you want.”
    Needing no more encouragement, Rhys moved away from her and brought her to her knees. Kneeling before her, his cock soaring in the air, he entwined his hand in her hair and motioned her forward so that her mouth was poised over his tip.
    “Take all of me. I want to watch you on your knees.”
    And then she slipped the tip of him past her lips and put his whole shaft in her mouth. With gentle pressure of his hands in her hair, he guided her into a rhythm painstakingly slow and erotic. He told her how to suck him and how to bring the tip of his cock to her lips without letting him slide out of her mouth. He described how to build his passion slowly, glimpses of her tongue curling around his shaft and her hand working his length as he watched.
    She mastered the skill in minutes, and soon he needed only to groan or fist his fingers in her hair for her to know what he liked. As she worked her magic on him, he reached for her breasts and filled his hands with them, his fingers becoming more insistent as his desire escalated. Watching her loving his cock aroused him more than he thought possible. He’d always loved the sensation of a mouth on him, and Bronwnn certainly knew what to do with hers. She was a Siren like this and so very good at fueling his need. Already he was close to coming, and, wanting to draw it out, he moved away from her, settling himself against the headboard and motioning for her to come to him.
    When she crawled on her knees to him, he was already gripping his cock in his hand and stroking himself shamelessly. Damn it, she was working him up, and he needed this release, this climax with her. With a soft purr, she lowered her mouth to his wet tip, and he circled her lips with the head of his erection. Her eyelids fluttered closed as her tongue flicked out, as he teased her with his cock, and she moaned, as if savoring the taste of him.
    Slowly her tongue swirled around his shaft until he could not bear it. Pulling out of her mouth, he reached for her and brought her legs around his waist. “Lean back on your hands and rest your feet on the bed,” he rasped as he parted her thighs and stroked her swollen pussy. As she leaned back, her sex was exposed, slick and wet. Taking his cock in hand, he rubbed it against her folds, teasing himself by watching and listening to Bronwnn’s escalating pants as he pleasured her.
    Her hips were rocking as well as her breasts, meeting him stroke for stroke. It would be so easy to take her like this, to drive into her and watch the whole act. Giving in to his desire, he brushed her opening and grinned as she looked up at him through a veil of hair. Teasing her, he traced her slit, watching her passion-glazed eyes widen.
    “Do it.” She sighed, the sound husky and breathless. Nudging her hips forward, she forced the tip of him inside. She was scalding hot and drenched with arousal.
    “What would you like me to do, Bronwnn?” he teased, slipping a fraction deeper inside her. She gasped, and he watched her toss the hair from her face over her shoulder. He could now see all of her—full breasts with pink nipples that were pebble hard and lush thighs that were open wide for him. “What would you like?” he asked again, watching as he slid deeper into the curls.
    “Take me.”
    He reached for her hips and brought her toward him. “Only if you watch.” And only then, when he was sure she was watching him inch inside her, did he take her, not in one swift movement, but in slow, straight strokes. When he was certain he had aroused her enough, he looked up from their bodies and commanded that she look at him. Eyes locked with hers, he slid deeply inside with a forceful thrust. She gave a little gasp, but then he felt her thighs go tight around him; guiding him with the inside of her legs, she brought him forward, urging him on.
    “Harder? Deeper? Tell me how you want it, Bronwnn.”
    “I don’t know. Just don’t stop,” she cried.
    His strokes were fast, furious; his passion spiraling. She clutched at the sheets as her orgasm built. His was building, too, and when she came, he poured himself inside