his torso lightly pressing against her breasts as he rubbed gently between her legs.
His hand slowed. "Not without a kiss."
Esme looked at Dana, her eyes imploring him once more to penetrate her and end the ritual. "Please don't make me," she whispered, a soft hiccough punctuating her distress.
He shook his head, gentle but unyielding. Between her legs, she felt his fingers close around his shaft and push the head down until it rested at her gate. His thumb flexed forward to stroke the swollen nodule still hiding inside the hood of her clit.
His gaze grew fragile for a heartbeat. "You think you were the only one aching all these years, love?"
His lips brushed the line of her jaw, his nose rubbing at the corner of her mouth. He shifted his hips, the change bringing his mouth closer to hers as his cock settled more firmly against the swollen entrance to her cunt. He didn't wait for her to acquiesce or refuse. He took a small, careful bite at her lower lip and then his tongue pushed into her mouth, his body’s weight sinking, his hips pressing against her. The head of his cock nudged her opening, the small amount of force still more exploratory than penetrating.
His tongue worked deeper, one hand knotted in her curls to keep Esme from turning away. A slow rock of his hips and the thick tip wedged itself within the tight ring of muscles. He could feel the way her cunt danced, the throb of her last orgasm rhythmically pulling it tight. He timed his progress, rocking his hips between the backbeat of her pulse when her pussy would relax.
There, in, fast, battering past her last defense to sink balls deep inside her pussy. Forgetting herself, she kissed him back, retreated. He pushed up on his arms, his control exhausted from fighting her. Staring into the shifting depths of her sea green eyes, he pulled back, drove forward. Again, the rush of a short-lived victory flushing his skin as her head tilted back and her lips parted. Her tongue slid out, curled against her top lip, held as her hips began to dance left, right, back, repeat. Another plume of magic escaped her to twine like fingers through Dana's hair.
He felt the tug of energy at the same time her muscles coiled and whipped around his cock. The erectile tissue near his base started to balloon. One puff…two. Locked insider her, he groaned.
"Baby…" Now he was the one breathless, aching for the next throbbing squeeze of her body along his shaft. ""Not yet...not."
Esme moaned, arched, neither one of them in command of the other.
"Love, a little more…time…" The air froze in his chest, the skin on his balls pulling tight. "Inside you."
Her pussy rolled up and down his cock, sucking, tugging, the muscles of her cunt every bit as deft as her mouth or hand might have been. She arched again, the pressure on his dick multiplying his pleasure. A dip back down, her cry visceral as she slammed her hips back up, her cunt seizing with the hard demand that he come with her.
Groaning, Dana thrust all the way inside her, the fat tip lodged against her cervix, every inch of his cock embraced by the hot rolling muscles of her cunt. Beneath him, Esme panted and squirmed. Her hands grabbed his muscled ass, her sharp nails threatening as she cinched him in place, denying his retreat.
"More…" Dana pressed a kiss against her neck as he fought his body’s total surrender to his mate. He couldn’t unleash, not yet. He had to drive her to this point again and again until she admitted that she wanted him every bit as badly as he needed her. If he finished now, she would force him from her bed the moment he unknotted. He had to possess her completely, had to leave her gasping and begging.
He wanted to see the sun rise on her naked body, watch its golden rays flicker approvingly inside her sea green irises as he descended down her lush body for a proper good morning kiss.
Sexy little whimpers escaped her as she bit and licked at her lush lips. He watched her do it, his eyes