widely as possible. She
didn’t have time to feel embarrassed at the position because Marc
was suddenly licking her there. She cried out, burrowing her hands
into the grass as the slick wetness of the man's tongue traced
trails of liquid fire around her sensitive opening then pressed
between her folds. She whimpered and tried to move, wanting more,
wanting less—she didn't know. Marc's strong hands tightened around
her hips, holding her firmly so that she couldn’t escape the
intimate invasion. Yule let her head fall back on the soft grass.
The heart of Atlantis throbbed against her forehead and filled her
already whirling senses.
She moaned softly as Marc continued to lick
her. Each slow, deliberate swipe of wetness made her body tremble
with pleasure. And when he curled his tongue into a point and
jabbed it into her drenched entrance Yule thought that she was one
step closer to death—or rebirth. She squeezed her eyes shut again,
unable to help it, gritting her teeth against the maddening
tickling—good sensation of that tiny, concentrated invasion. She
found herself involuntarily trying to push back, wanting him
deeper, needing him to satisfy the ache the way only he could. When
the tongue abandoned her, Yule collapsed onto the ground with a
combination of relief and disappointment.
Neither of which she was allowed to endure
for long.
Marc was above her again, the blunt head of
his manhood replacing his tongue, nestling just between her outer
folds. "Relax for me, love. I'm going to make you feel even better,
I promise."
Yule did her best, remembering the man's
considerable size, but fear still squeezed her stomach as the
pressure increased against her. Her thighs tried to close even as
she wanted what he was doing, but her held her spread and still,
hands gentle and commanding. With a harsh groan, Marc flexed his
hips and pierced the tight outer ring of yielding muscle. The slide
inside her slick channel was easy after that.
Yule shuddered at the incredible sensation of
stretching—of fullness . She felt taken over, breached,
invaded. Her body surrendered to Marc without the shock of pain she
expected and instead she savored the penetration. She pushed toward
him with her hips, needing to feel the thick flesh slide within
her, and when it pulsed against the confines of her inner walls she
moaned.
"Do you like the feel of me inside you?" Marc
asked with a raspy, barely controlled tease, his lips playing with
the curve of Yule's ear.
"Yes," she managed weakly, thinking that was
a silly question. "Oh, yes."
"You feel so incredible, Yule, so damned
tight around me. All I want to do is bury myself deep inside you
and never come out. How would you like that, love? Having me inside
your beautiful body ready to—" He flexed his hips hard. "Pleasure
you whenever you wanted it?"
"Oh, gods," Yule whimpered, pulling up
fistfuls of fragrant grass. "Please, Marc—I don’t know what I want
you to do, but whatever it is, do it now!"
Marc was laughing softly at her desperation.
"I might have an idea. Something like this?" Marc pulled back until
he was nearly free of her tight confines then surged forward in a
smooth, commanding stroke. His member dragged over her sensitive
nub then bumped into something deep within Yule that briefly turned
her vision white and sun-spotted. She cried out, arching against
that explosion of electric like ecstasy. "That's where the pleasure
hides," Marc murmured, his voice taking on a note of strain. "Let
me show it to you again."
He began to piston into her rhythmically,
slowly at first, each sure stroke striking that place inside her
that had Yule writhing beneath him as if she were trying to escape
the very thing for which she begged. Time and again Marc filled her
only to empty her once more, like the tide rushing onto the shores
of Atlantis. Each ebb and flow left Yule panting in an agony of
need and she returned the torture the only way she knew how,
tightening her inner muscles,
didn’t have time to feel embarrassed at the position because Marc
was suddenly licking her there. She cried out, burrowing her hands
into the grass as the slick wetness of the man's tongue traced
trails of liquid fire around her sensitive opening then pressed
between her folds. She whimpered and tried to move, wanting more,
wanting less—she didn't know. Marc's strong hands tightened around
her hips, holding her firmly so that she couldn’t escape the
intimate invasion. Yule let her head fall back on the soft grass.
The heart of Atlantis throbbed against her forehead and filled her
already whirling senses.
She moaned softly as Marc continued to lick
her. Each slow, deliberate swipe of wetness made her body tremble
with pleasure. And when he curled his tongue into a point and
jabbed it into her drenched entrance Yule thought that she was one
step closer to death—or rebirth. She squeezed her eyes shut again,
unable to help it, gritting her teeth against the maddening
tickling—good sensation of that tiny, concentrated invasion. She
found herself involuntarily trying to push back, wanting him
deeper, needing him to satisfy the ache the way only he could. When
the tongue abandoned her, Yule collapsed onto the ground with a
combination of relief and disappointment.
Neither of which she was allowed to endure
for long.
Marc was above her again, the blunt head of
his manhood replacing his tongue, nestling just between her outer
folds. "Relax for me, love. I'm going to make you feel even better,
I promise."
Yule did her best, remembering the man's
considerable size, but fear still squeezed her stomach as the
pressure increased against her. Her thighs tried to close even as
she wanted what he was doing, but her held her spread and still,
hands gentle and commanding. With a harsh groan, Marc flexed his
hips and pierced the tight outer ring of yielding muscle. The slide
inside her slick channel was easy after that.
Yule shuddered at the incredible sensation of
stretching—of fullness . She felt taken over, breached,
invaded. Her body surrendered to Marc without the shock of pain she
expected and instead she savored the penetration. She pushed toward
him with her hips, needing to feel the thick flesh slide within
her, and when it pulsed against the confines of her inner walls she
moaned.
"Do you like the feel of me inside you?" Marc
asked with a raspy, barely controlled tease, his lips playing with
the curve of Yule's ear.
"Yes," she managed weakly, thinking that was
a silly question. "Oh, yes."
"You feel so incredible, Yule, so damned
tight around me. All I want to do is bury myself deep inside you
and never come out. How would you like that, love? Having me inside
your beautiful body ready to—" He flexed his hips hard. "Pleasure
you whenever you wanted it?"
"Oh, gods," Yule whimpered, pulling up
fistfuls of fragrant grass. "Please, Marc—I don’t know what I want
you to do, but whatever it is, do it now!"
Marc was laughing softly at her desperation.
"I might have an idea. Something like this?" Marc pulled back until
he was nearly free of her tight confines then surged forward in a
smooth, commanding stroke. His member dragged over her sensitive
nub then bumped into something deep within Yule that briefly turned
her vision white and sun-spotted. She cried out, arching against
that explosion of electric like ecstasy. "That's where the pleasure
hides," Marc murmured, his voice taking on a note of strain. "Let
me show it to you again."
He began to piston into her rhythmically,
slowly at first, each sure stroke striking that place inside her
that had Yule writhing beneath him as if she were trying to escape
the very thing for which she begged. Time and again Marc filled her
only to empty her once more, like the tide rushing onto the shores
of Atlantis. Each ebb and flow left Yule panting in an agony of
need and she returned the torture the only way she knew how,
tightening her inner muscles,
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