lifted her up and down, letting her body’s moisture wet him. She gasped, arching back. Jarek instantly dropped his face to her exposed breast, sucking it between his lips. She tasted sweet and smelled even better. He liked the way her small breast filled his mouth.
Jarek thrust, pulling her down onto his ready shaft. Just as he imagined, her body was tight, clinging erotically to him as he stretched her to fit. The wet cream of her was heavenly as he eased in and out, working against her, stretching her wider, making her take him all in.
Mei made a weak sound, gasping for breath, but she didn’t pull off as she moved with his thrusts. Jarek pushed his heels into the floor, bending his knees slightly as he moved his hips in little circles.
Mei pushed at his chest. Caught off guard, he fell back onto the bed. She landed on him, his shaft embedding deeply into her with the impact of the fall.
Jarek liked the new position. Mei clawed his chest, wiggling on top of him in deep circles. He felt her muscles contracting along him, squeezing him tight. Taking her hips, he drew his hands along her silk covered waist, using the disheveled gown to caress her skin. He found her breasts, one with flesh, the other with silk, and massaged them, budding the tight nipples even more.
Mei moved with grace as she kept her own rhythm. Jarek just let her have her way, shifting his eyes so he could watch the erotic show. The woman rode him, her lips parted, her lids heavy. She groaned passionately as she worked faster and faster. The silk of her gown entranced him, the way it wrapped and clung to her body as she practically danced above him.
He slid his thighs open, forcing her legs wider apart. Mei groaned, a low, throaty sound of pleasure and approval. The noise she made enthralled him to her. Her body moved with grace as she leaned back and reached behind her.
The visual was too much. Jarek felt himself close to coming. He gripped her narrow hips tight and tried to control her movements. Her small hand slipped onto his balls, massaging them. He tensed, seconds away from spilling his seed. The feeling of eruption was almost painful as it tightened his gut and swelled his balls. His body shook, he got ready, and then she pulled firmly down on his balls. The gesture stopped the flow of his seed as he orgasmed. Jarek grunted, his arousal still hard as a rock as he shook with a partial release.
“Too soon,” she whispered, still holding his balls as she wiggled more. It was divine torture. “I will show
you how to go longer, to take more, to conserve your energies.”
Numbly, completely captivated, he nodded his head in agreement. In that moment, he’d agree to anything she commanded. Mei seemed to understand this, because a small catlike smile curled the side of her mouth. She lifted above him, raising her hands up as she used her thighs to push up and down.
A low throaty laugh left her and she grinned down at him, proud of what she had done. “I like it when your eyes glow like that,qin ài de. You’re trying to hide yourself from me, your shifter self.”
Jarek grunted, caught between the need to claim her with his seed and the hold she had on him, controlling him with the subtle shifting of her muscles. “What kind?” Mei demanded, not moving.
“Cat,” he gasped, unable to lie in that moment. At the word he felt her body wetting him more. She liked it. The knowledge made it hard to concentrate. She had him right where she wanted him and they both knew it.
The Var were sexual creatures, but to play with the beast, to encourage the very nature of the predator could lead to uncontrollable passion. He’d be mindless, unable to stop once he started. Jarek tried to regain control, but Mei seemed to have something else in mind.
“Do you want to see?” he whispered. He would never take her in his completely shifted form, but he could let parts of the creature out—fangs, claws, voice and eyes. By the way her
Jarek thrust, pulling her down onto his ready shaft. Just as he imagined, her body was tight, clinging erotically to him as he stretched her to fit. The wet cream of her was heavenly as he eased in and out, working against her, stretching her wider, making her take him all in.
Mei made a weak sound, gasping for breath, but she didn’t pull off as she moved with his thrusts. Jarek pushed his heels into the floor, bending his knees slightly as he moved his hips in little circles.
Mei pushed at his chest. Caught off guard, he fell back onto the bed. She landed on him, his shaft embedding deeply into her with the impact of the fall.
Jarek liked the new position. Mei clawed his chest, wiggling on top of him in deep circles. He felt her muscles contracting along him, squeezing him tight. Taking her hips, he drew his hands along her silk covered waist, using the disheveled gown to caress her skin. He found her breasts, one with flesh, the other with silk, and massaged them, budding the tight nipples even more.
Mei moved with grace as she kept her own rhythm. Jarek just let her have her way, shifting his eyes so he could watch the erotic show. The woman rode him, her lips parted, her lids heavy. She groaned passionately as she worked faster and faster. The silk of her gown entranced him, the way it wrapped and clung to her body as she practically danced above him.
He slid his thighs open, forcing her legs wider apart. Mei groaned, a low, throaty sound of pleasure and approval. The noise she made enthralled him to her. Her body moved with grace as she leaned back and reached behind her.
The visual was too much. Jarek felt himself close to coming. He gripped her narrow hips tight and tried to control her movements. Her small hand slipped onto his balls, massaging them. He tensed, seconds away from spilling his seed. The feeling of eruption was almost painful as it tightened his gut and swelled his balls. His body shook, he got ready, and then she pulled firmly down on his balls. The gesture stopped the flow of his seed as he orgasmed. Jarek grunted, his arousal still hard as a rock as he shook with a partial release.
“Too soon,” she whispered, still holding his balls as she wiggled more. It was divine torture. “I will show
you how to go longer, to take more, to conserve your energies.”
Numbly, completely captivated, he nodded his head in agreement. In that moment, he’d agree to anything she commanded. Mei seemed to understand this, because a small catlike smile curled the side of her mouth. She lifted above him, raising her hands up as she used her thighs to push up and down.
A low throaty laugh left her and she grinned down at him, proud of what she had done. “I like it when your eyes glow like that,qin ài de. You’re trying to hide yourself from me, your shifter self.”
Jarek grunted, caught between the need to claim her with his seed and the hold she had on him, controlling him with the subtle shifting of her muscles. “What kind?” Mei demanded, not moving.
“Cat,” he gasped, unable to lie in that moment. At the word he felt her body wetting him more. She liked it. The knowledge made it hard to concentrate. She had him right where she wanted him and they both knew it.
The Var were sexual creatures, but to play with the beast, to encourage the very nature of the predator could lead to uncontrollable passion. He’d be mindless, unable to stop once he started. Jarek tried to regain control, but Mei seemed to have something else in mind.
“Do you want to see?” he whispered. He would never take her in his completely shifted form, but he could let parts of the creature out—fangs, claws, voice and eyes. By the way her
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