Free de Lune, Clair - Initiation [Prometheus in Chains 1] (Siren Publishing Classic) by Clair de Lune Page B

in circles, never touching the hood. She was swollen, so wet and oh so needy, she arched her back lifting her hips, but he held her down with one arm across her stomach.
    “Be still,” he said.
    He pushed one finger inside her, then two, and began to finger-fuck her. All she could hear were the wet sounds he made with his fingers. Would he never give her his cock? His mouth descended on her as he held her pussy open and he licked slowly up her slit to her clit. She writhed and lifted her hips, but when he growled, never taking his eyes off what he was doing, she subsided and held on for dear life, trying not to move.
    “Master,” she pleaded, and he took pity on her at last, suckling her clit into his mouth then gently biting down on it. Her orgasm began to roll through her, her limbs shook, and the jewels on the nipple clamps danced as she thrashed and moaned and shook as her pleasure took her to heights she had never achieved before. She screamed his name until she became hoarse. He did not stop suckling her clit until he had wrung another shattering orgasm from her and, closing her eyes, she saw stars.
    Then he growled, “My turn,” and at last, she felt the head of his cock start to enter her. For an experienced woman, she was tight, so he forced himself to go slowly. “So fucking tight,” he grunted as he struggled not to do as he wanted, needed to do, and claim her, thrusting his cock home and pounding into her until he came. At last he was fully seated within her. She could feel the crisp hair against her pussy, and she sighed. Then he began to move in and out, slowly at first. She was so very wet and slick and soon he was pounding into her as he had wanted to. All too soon he exploded and filled her with his hot seed. He collapsed on top of her, taking his weight on his elbows and touching his forehead to hers. He kissed her long and tenderly then lay down on his back beside her, and she nestled into him with a small sigh of satisfaction.
    “Mo run. Mo run,” he murmured into her hair as they drifted off to sleep, sated and very happy. He woke her three more times that night with his mouth or his hands or his cock on her and inside her. Each time he took her to a shattering climax before he sought his own release.

Chapter Twelve

    They got up very late the next day, and she was sore and her bones and joints ached, but she was not complaining. They showered together, and he wrapped her in a warm, fluffy robe in deep jade and she made him breakfast of creamy porridge, bacon, eggs, and toast with strawberry jam and a huge pot of English Breakfast tea. He looked askance at her as she spooned soft brown sugar over hers but made no comment, taking his with salt as she had expected. The kitchen took her breath away. White, high-gloss units floor to ceiling and black polished granite worktops with every electrical gadget she could think of and a few more besides. There was a large double oven built in at eye level. How she had longed for something like that. The dishwasher was huge, and through an archway she saw a small utility room with washer, drier, and an ironing board all ready to use.
    They ate at the big picture window, which did indeed look out to the hills. She laughed when he said, “You can see the weather coming.”
    After breakfast he took her on a tour of the house, starting in the living room. There was a large fireplace with a basket of logs. The sofas and chairs were in chocolate-brown leather with lots of pale aqua cushions. The floor was highly polished dark oak with thick, pale caramel wool rugs, deep enough to sink your toes in. There was a larger TV and sound system and a couple or rows of Blu-ray discs and DVDs. Two walls were covered floor to ceiling with bookcases, overflowing with books of all sorts and had a library ladder to reach the top shelves. Over to one side was a large partner desk with PC and iPad and a very comfortable padded chair.
    She envied him this room and could picture