“I’ve been dying to do that since the moment I saw you in my house.”
“What? But you were raging at me.”
“I can still be mad and want you to ride my face, Liora.”
“You can’t say things like that.” I laughed, putting my hands to my face. My body throbbed where his mouth had been, and I realized that I desperately wanted more.
And I wanted to be the one in control.
I wanted to bring that same release to him, that same pleasure he’d just given me to his handsome face.
“Up.” I pointed at him, tapping the couch. “My turn.”
“You don’t have to,” Torin said, smiling softly. “This was entirely my pleasure.”
“Och, no, I do. Trust me, I really do.” I surprised Torin by launching myself up and dragging him until he was seated in front of me and I was standing. Whipping off my jumper and bra, I bent over and he quickly helped me slide his joggers down.
“Bloody hell, Liora. You’re gorgeous.” I stopped and looked up to see Torin gazing at me, reverence on his face. I honestly couldn’t remember a time that any lover of mine had looked at me that way. It was like I was giving him the most perfect gift in the world.
Naked adoration filled his eyes and I couldn’t even explain how that made me feel, to be looked at with pure joy and lust and need … it just did something to me that made me toss every last inhibition I had to the wind. I didn’t need the future planned out. I didn’t even need the rest of this week to be planned out. Maybe that was something that I finally just needed to accept about myself. That I was more than comfortable drifting, flowing with the vibes in the moment, because at the end of the day, I couldrely on myself to handle any problems that arose. Thus far, I had a one hundred percent success rate with surviving any messes that I landed myself in, and frankly, some of them? Well, they’d been a whole hell of a lot of fun.
Decided, I straddled Torin on the couch and gripped him with my hand, watching as his eyes went dark and almost feral. Stroking him lightly, my hand tight around his girth, I smiled as he moaned slightly.
“I’d like you to take your jumper off for me so I can ogle those abs that made me forget how to speak in coherent sentences earlier today.”
Torin hastily obliged, tossing the jumper behind him without looking, and I swallowed a laugh as it landed on top of the dining room table.
“I have the coil,” I said, and Torin tilted his head, understanding dawning.
“And I’ve been tested. It’s been over a year since I’ve dated anyone, Liora.”
“More for me.” It was shocking to admit it, and to realize just how much I’d missed a man’s touch on my body. “But I’m clear as well.”
I’d never much minded being single. I loved people, even if they didn’t quite know what to do with me, but the downside of being single was the lack of physical touch.I’m a cuddler.As Torin’s hands stroked up my thighs and gripped my hips, I arched back, angling myself over him so he could slide deeply inside me.
We both groaned at the same time, shocked at the feel, hard to soft, my body slick with need for him.
“Liora.” Torin said my name like a prayer. He slid his hands up my sides to cup my breasts, thumbing my nipples as I arched back, the movement sliding him deeper inside of me. Already I was starting to contract around him, my body languidand ready for more pleasure, desire building to a crest inside me once more. Sliding his hand farther up, Torin cupped it around the back of my neck, pulling my head forward until his mouth caught mine in a searing kiss. Our tongues tangled as I rocked against him, pleasure building, loving the feel of him everywhere.
He was just so hard.
Somasculine.
His body felt like it was made from marble, a creation worthy of Michelangelo. The firelight flickered across the dips and curves of his chest, and I wanted to touch him everywhere. We both were hungry, our hands trailing across each other’s body, squeezing and stroking, exploring new territories together as I picked up my pace, riding him closer to the finish.
“Bloody hell. My gorgeous wood nymph. I want to devour you,” Torin gasped against my mouth, nipping at my bottom lip, before bending his head to suckle at my breast as his fingers dug into my bum. He controlled my pace, forcing me to slow it down, to rock more gently against him. “Easy there, darling. You’ll finish me too soon and I need this to last.”
“You do?” I gasped, my orgasm desperately close.
“Och, aye. I want to savor this moment. Our first time together.” Torin leaned back, his smile lazy and languid, and slid a thumb down my stomach until he found me, wet and sensitive, and circled his thumb over me. I gasped, arching back, the combination of his hard cock inside me and the lazy circles he was torturing me with, bringing me right to the edge.
“Torin,” I keened, rocking against his hand, needing more.
“That’s a good lass. Break for me, darling.”
And I did, pleasure cresting up and over, coming undone as I clenched around him. Torin threw his head back and groaned, arching up into me, spearing me with his cock as I shattered around him, rocking fast until he, too, finally broke.
It was a joy to watch him come apart for me, his body seizing up as he poured himself into me, gripping my hips and holding me still as he finished.