Free Woman Bewitched by Tianna Xander

right.”
    Did that feel right? Marti thought about it for a moment, only a little surprised to find that it did . She smiled at the realization.
    “Just wait until I’m done with you,” she said with a laugh as she lowered her head to give his nipple a swipe of her tongue.
    If she lived another three thousand years, Marti didn’t know if she would ever feel such triumph, such utter satisfaction as she did when she wrapped her fingers around Kyl’s cock and he groaned. If someone asked, she wouldn’t be able to describe how liberating it felt to feel his hips jerk as he threw his head back, drawing his breath in on a long, low hiss of pleasure.
    Ever so slowly, she licked her way down, her tongue trailing down to his navel to follow the line of hair to the thicker patch that surrounded his cock. She eyed his hard-on with anticipation. First she would taste him, and then she would take him inside her.
    Diligently, Marti continued to explore his body, learning it, mapping it with her lips and tongue.
    Gently she cupped his sac, massaging it until he groaned and his cock grew even thicker and harder in her hand. Lowering her head, she swiped the glans with the tip of her tongue and lapped up the pre-cum she found there.
    She smiled when his hips jerked. It gave her the confidence to do it again, just before she took him into her mouth. Encouraged by his groan, she relaxed her throat and worked him deeper while she gently massaged his sac.
    It didn’t take long for him to lose what little of his control remained and grasp her head. Holding it in place, he thrust his hips up, repeatedly driving his shaft into her mouth and down her throat.
    Marti actively sought to relax her throat. She wanted to do this for him, but she had the suspicion that if she gagged, he would stop. She didn’t want that. Right now, Marti wanted nothing more than to give as good as she got and she already had a lot of catching up to do.
    Unfortunately, he lost enough of his control to drive himself too deep. Kyl stopped immediately when he felt her gag, no matter how slight.
    “I’m sorry, love,” he said panting. Sweat beaded on his brow as he lifted his head to look down at her, his hands caressing her hair. “That’s enough for now.” He smiled, though a bit sheepishly. “I want this to be memorable for you.”
    “And not for you?” she asked, raising her brow.
    “It’s already memorable for me, sweetheart. Take my word for it.” Reaching up, he swiped the perspiration from his brow. Reaching down, he grasped her shoulders and drew her up for a kiss.
    Palming the back of her head, he held her in place as his mouth ravaged hers, his tongue delving deep into the recesses of her mouth. She shivered as his hands slid down her back, his fingers squeezing her rear, pressing her into his hardness.
    Her womb clenched, her clit throbbed with need and slick cream ran from her channel to coat her thighs. His cock rode against her, pressing ever so firmly between her thighs to stroke her clit with every forward thrust.
    In one quick motion, Kyl rolled them over, pinning her beneath him as he continued to ravage her mouth with a heated kiss. Reaching down, he slid his fingers through her wet slit, grasped her still sensitive clit between his thumb and forefinger and tugged.
    Marteeka gasped and arched her back. “Gods, that feels good.” He knew his way around a woman’s body, that much was certain. Part of her felt jealous of the women he’d been with before, another part was grateful for their instruction, for without which she may have found him lacking—though somehow, she doubted it.
    Another few tugs on her clit and Marti came again. She screamed, her head thrashing on the pillow as Kyl settled himself between her legs, the tip of his cock pressing into her. Kyl rocked forward, easing himself within her with slow, deliberate thrusts. Each stroke took him deeper and deeper. Each thrust dragged his thick erection over her tightly strung