Authors: Desconhecido(a)
Just the thought
of that made her teeter on the precipice of loving him back.
She longed to
feel him against her, skin to skin. Inside her.
“Lie down,” Cade
commanded her softly, his eyes darkening. In their depths she saw her own reflection,
and his need for her.
She moved slowly
backwards, prolonging the anticipation, and then climbed on to the bed. In the
center, she lay down, holding his gaze the whole time. Her hands itched to
touch and stroke him as she had briefly, and she curled her fingers into her
palms, trying to calm herself. She wanted to enjoy every second of this. No
rush, no rush at all.
“I do not know
what I will be like compared to human men,” Cade admitted in an undertone as he
moved towards the bed. He climbed on and stretched out beside her, his erection
huge, his balls drawn up tight to its base.
“I can’t wait to
find out,” Molly assured him. Before she spoke again, his mouth met hers in
another long, deep kiss, his tongue caressing hers intimately. She sighed into
his mouth when his fingers explored the curve of her neck, stroking in small
circles. Making waves of sensation, he slowly took his hand on a journey down
to her chest, running his fingers under the low neck of her dress, teasing,
testing, feeling. When his fingers brushed the globe of her breast, she arched
towards him, her body hungry for more.
“You are eager,
my lovely one,” he murmured into her hair.
“It’s been a long
time,” she admitted.
“All the more
reason to savor making love.” He traced small shapes on the sensitive globe of
her breast, reaching under her bra. Whenever his fingers came close to her
nipple, already hard and straining, he moved away. Molly bit her lip, moaning,
white-hot heat making her wet and ready for him, even though he’d barely
touched her.
I’ve never felt this before.
And she could have it forever?
Where do I sign?!
Coherent thought
soon became impossible when his fingers finally touched her super sensitive
nipple. All the coiled tension inside her broke free, and she arched off the
bed, a groan of pleasure escaping her lips. Cade teased her nipple, rolling it
under his finger, stroking, squeezing.
“Oh...” was all
she could manage. Other sounds, coherent sentences, eluded her.
“I would like to
undress you now,” Cade whispered as he continued to caress her. “So I can reach
all of your beautiful body.”
Yes.
She didn’t say it out loud, but somehow he heard,
because he helped her to sit up, and all but stroked the silky black dress off
her body, sparking new flames in areas of her body she hadn’t even expected to
be erogenous zones. With a soft crumple, her dress hit the bedroom floor. She
had a feeling she might not see it again for hours, and a frisson of amazement
sped up her spine.
Cade’s hands
smoothed over her shoulders, down her arms, and his gaze came to rest on her
breasts, cupped in her bra. “How do I remove this garment from you again?”
Molly smiled up
at him, then reached behind her and unhooked her bra. “You’ll get the hang of
it.” The air felt cool of her exposed nipples and they tightened.
“That is better.
I want to see you, all of you.” He bent his head and kissed the tops of her
shoulders, then kissed a path down to her breasts. He flicked his tongue over
her nipple, slowly first, then harder and faster until she cried out from the
intense, spearing pleasure of it. He suckled her, laving her flesh over and
over. When he paused, he blew on her wet nipple. The sudden change in sensation
made Molly gasp.
“More?” he asked,
softly.
“I want you
inside me,” she managed to murmur. As she spoke, her internal muscles clenched
and released, eager to feel him entering her, wanting to accept the most
intimate caress he could give her.
“Soon,” he
assured her gently. “But first I must show you more pleasure.”
He stroked a
sure, confident line down her stomach towards the waistband of her panties.
Molly’s hips arched up off the bed of their own accord.
“You want me so
much, my lovely one, and it pleases me. You please me.”
The words made
her heart soar. The last compliment she’d received was
it’s okay that your breasts are small.
So Cade’s praise flowed over
her like warm silk. “You please me, too.” For the first time since they’d lain
down, she reached out and boldly stroked the long, large ridge of his erection.
He jerked in response and she grasped him firmly, feeling him pulse in her
palm. “I want you so much.”
“As do I, but not
yet.” He led her hand away, gently, a little regret on his face. His expression
was one of intense control, held by a thread. “Fae women must always be pleasured
first, before the man receives his pleasure. So it shall be with you.”
Molly thrilled at
his words. So many human men – or the ones she’d dated, anyway – seemed
concerned only with their own orgasm. This experience with Cade might well
prove to be the best sex she’d ever had. In fact,
she knew it would.
It had already surpassed anything she had
experienced before.
Too breathless
with anticipation to reply, she imagined how she must look, all but naked on
the bed, only a small scrap of white lace separating her from total nakedness.
Cade smoothed his
hands down her legs, stroking, learning her texture and shape.
He took his time stroking ever-widening
circles on her inner thighs, and her legs unconsciously parted for him. She
could feel the dampness between her legs seeping into the lace of her
underwear.
Cade saw it too,
his gaze focused on that small triangle of lace.
His hand hovered
above it for a second, and then he met her eyes. “Yes?”
“Oh, yes.” It
seemed to take all her energy to expel the words. A thick coat of lust made her
feel languorous, heavy with need.
He touched her
then, not a moment too soon. Just the brush of his fingers, even over the lace
of her panties, sent kaleidoscopes of color spiraling behind her closed
eyelids. He stroked her in small circles, occasionally pressing, his touch just
glancing off her super-sensitive clitoris.
“Please,” she
murmured.
“You would like
me to take this off?” He hooked a finger in the band of her underwear.
“Yes, oh yes.”
She’d die if he didn’t.
“As you wish.” He
whispered it as he slid the lace down her legs and discarded it somewhere in
the room. She didn’t much care where. “Now, I will touch you. And taste you.”
Before Molly
could react to his words, she felt his tongue. Silky soft, and as flexible as a
finger, he teased her, laving her, caressing, drawing ever increasing circles
over her clitoris until she tensed up around him, hips bucking, crying out in
the most intense pleasure she’d ever experienced.
As her orgasm
ebbed away, Cade continue to gently kiss and lick her until she stopped
shuddering.
“More?” he asked
gently, and his breath fluttered against her inner thighs.
“No.” She sat up,
with difficulty, as he’d weakened her so completely, and touched his hair. “I
want to feel you inside me. I want to feel you.”
“I want that,
too.”
“I want to taste
you,” Molly murmured as he moved towards her. “Come here.”
When he stepped
closer, she reached out with both hands and grasped his hips, pulling him
towards her, so his hardness was level with her face. Taking him in hand, she
stroked him, eliciting a deep groan, before leaning forward and enveloping the
head of his manhood in her mouth, stroking him with her tongue, paying special
attention to the sensitive underside. When he arched, she smiled inside, thinking
he was not so different from a human man, after all.
Eventually he
placed his hands on her shoulders. “I do not want this to be over before it
begins,” he warned Molly. “Lie back on the bed.”
Head spinning
with anticipation, Molly did as Cade asked. The soft sheets slid against her
skin as she lay back, clenching and unclenching her hands with the want to
touch him again.
When he climbed
on to the bed and kissed her, she tasted herself on his lips, and the fact he
could taste himself on hers aroused her hugely.
“This will bond
us, forever, Molly,” Cade warned, and his serious green eyed locked on to hers.
“And if you send me away, I will not be able to return for the human period of
a hundred years.”
Molly linked her
hands the back of Cade’s neck, pulling him towards her. “I can’t promise that
it will work. But I do know that I want you more than any human man I’ve ever
known. I don’t want to wait. I want what I’ve experienced in my dreams. Make me
yours, Cade.”
With a growl of
triumph, Cade shifted so that the head of his hardness stroked against her
entrance. Taking himself in hand, he slowly, excruciatingly slowly, slid
inside. Inch by hard, heated inch he filled her up, and Molly cried out with
the excitement and pleasure of it.
She wrapped her
legs around his waist to bring him closer as he started to move. With every
little movement, the delicious friction inside her built up and up. When Cade
leaned down to kiss her, he swallowed her moan of delight as their bodies
lifted and fell in an age old rhythm. As she began to convulse around him, Cade
slipped a hand between their bodies and expertly stroked her clitoris, sparking
off rivers of sensation throughout her body.
She cried out,
fisting her hands in his soft, thick hair, and as she pulled his face down for
a kiss, and as she did so she felt his body coil and shudder, and the pace of
his thrusts changed to erratic and fast. Molly squeezed her muscles around him
tight as he moaned into her mouth, and the hot splash of his seed inside her
triggered another orgasm. And this one was different. This one flowered inside
her, huge, bright, blooming, and she saw rainbows and huge, dark blue lakes on
her closed lids. She smelled freshly cut flowers and summer, and she heard the
sweet sound of a bubbling stream.
The
Faewild.
Cade let out a
long cry as he came, thrusting for as long as he could. After a few moments,
and one last push deep inside her, he collapsed on top of her, his head resting
against the curve of her neck, his breath coming out in short, sharp pants. His
heart beat loudly against her own, and Molly wrapped her arms around him as
they both shuddered from the intensity of their simultaneous climax.
After a time,
Cade pressed a kiss to her shoulder, and leaned up on one elbow. “Now, we are
joined, forever,” he murmured. “How do you feel?”
Molly lazily
played with the hair at the nape of his neck. “I think I saw the Faewild.”
“Isn’t it
beautiful?” When he asked her the question, Molly saw the love of his homeworld
written all over his face.
And he gave it all up, for me.
The knowledge
humbled her.
“It is
beautiful,” she told him, feeling her heart bump with the wonderful, first
awakening of love. “But I have a feeling you’re going to like the human world
very much, too.”
And as she pulled
his face close for a kiss, she knew she would try everything in her power to
make him feel at home.
Epilogue
A year later,
Molly’s little apartment had become a snug, warm home.
The alarm beeped
noisily at seven, and Molly awakened to the gentle press of Cade’s lips at the
base of her neck. “Good morning,” he whispered, his arm curving around her
body, eager hand cupping her breast, strumming her nipple gently.
Molly moaned her
pleasure. Cade woke her like this most mornings, and she felt quite sure she’d
never tire of it.
Soon after they’d
been realmbound to each other, Cade had contacted Etienne about a job, and sure
enough, Etienne had come through, employing Cade in the cataloging department,
carefully examining and noting down items which had been received into
Spellbound Treasure. He had set about the work with relish, and came home each
day with stories of wonderful artifacts and anecdotes about the other
Spellbound staff, which Molly always enjoyed.
Molly’s own
career had flourished, too. Since falling in love with Cade, she had come very
interested in the paranormal and had dipped her foot in the waters of writing
science fiction. A few magazines had accepted her work, and last week she’d
received a very promising letter from a publisher regarding a novel.
Cade suddenly
shifted her and rolled atop her, the hard ridge of his desire pushing
insistently against her bare stomach, and she snapped out of her thoughts. “Do
you want to go back to sleep, my lovely one?”