Mists of Velvet

gaze.
    “No, Rhys,” she whimpered, wishing she could run her hands through his hair. “Let me be with you. Let me touch you. Oh yes, Rhys, yes,” she moaned, thrusting her hips out and rocking back and forth as his tongue greedily licked her. “Oh yes, I’ll do anything for this, Rhys.”
    “Anything?” he asked, looking up at her as a slow grin parted his lips.
    She reached for him, but he grasped her wrist and held her still. Freeing the buttons from his jeans, he slid them over his hips and kicked them aside. Then he reached for her and released her hands before bringing her to his chest, and she sucked in her breath, feeling the hot singe of his skin against hers.
    He reached for his cock and stroked it slowly. Her gaze slid to his erection, watching the way he expertly stroked himself, but he tipped her chin up and forced her gaze to his face. “Make me come with your mouth.”
    Rhys pressed her down to her knees, his touch not ungentle. She looked up at him and saw that he watched her with his haunting eyes. Still stroking his cock slowly and sensually, he traced her lips with his free hand, his eyes searching her face.
    Bronwnn trailed her fingers down his taut belly.
    “Show me your mouth on my cock,” he gritted between his teeth, and she looked down to see that he was eagerly pumping his erection. She sucked him and he groaned, but he did not loosen his hold; instead, he continued to pleasure himself and watch her as she sucked, then licked. “So good. Never have I felt something so damned good.” She sucked him harder, faster, matching his rhythm and watching as the muscles of his stomach tensed and bunched. “Swallow me.”
    He came in her mouth, and she sucked him down as he held her to him, thrusting deep, his cry deep and primal, stirring the animal in her. When he was done, he was neither sated nor spent.
    He slid from her mouth and picked her up, carrying her to the bed and laying her on her back. Tugging on her ankles, he brought her to the edge of the bed, kneeled down, and lowered his mouth to her, licking her with such intensity that she felt her orgasm upon her. His tongue was flicking madly along her sex, and she felt his finger dip into her wetness and slide along her bottom to the cleft of her cheeks where he circled her slowly, allowing her to accustom herself to the strange sensation. And then one finger entered her slit; another finger, the opening hidden between her cleft. She gasped, shocked at the intrusion, but then he groaned deeply and looked up at her, catching her gaze. “There is now no place where a part of me hasn’t been, Bronwnn. I’ve marked you, and you’re mine.”
    She trembled at his words, and at her approaching climax. He must have known, because his fingers continued to thrust in and out of both openings while his tongue flicked and laved. She arched her back, the ecstasy rising at a frightening pace. Her fingers clutched the coverlet, and her whole body tensed. “That’s it,” he said darkly. “Let me taste your cream.”
    He drank in her arousal, and when she had barely finished arching and squirming, he deprived her of his mouth and moved away from her.
    “On your hands and knees,” he ordered, and he stood back and watched as she did as he ordered. She thrust her bottom out at him, and he pinched her, just enough to heighten her arousal. “Gorgeous,” he whispered, trailing his fingers along her bottom.
    Slipping his fingers inside her, he pleasured her until she moaned and began to move her hips. Next, he slid his finger up her cleft and began to circle her; then he sank one finger within her. She moaned and pushed her bottom out against his hand. “Feel good?” he asked. She nodded her head and looked back at him over her shoulder. Her gaze dropped down to her bottom, and she watched as he again slowly sank his finger inside her.
    His lids hooded his eyes, and she saw his sexy grin through the shadows. “Put your hand to your pussy,” he commanded.
    Her hand slid down her body, and with her fingers she circled the sensitive nub of flesh at the crest of her curls. She watched his gaze drop from her bottom to the shadow between her legs. She thrust her hips back and quickened her strokes, her lips parting on harsh pants.
    “Do you want it? My cock in you?”
    She nodded, and he moved his hand so that his index finger was plunging between her cheeks, and another finger parted her folds before sinking into her sheath.

    Rhys parted