Free Whimsy by Thayer King Page B

“I cannot trust myself to do this. I would take you. So you
must ride me.”
      “I have
never––”
      “No man
has ever let you dominate?” She paused then shook her head. He chuckled. “But
you are so naturally commanding.”
      “I am
not.”
      “I will
not argue with you.” Of late, she had dictated his days and nights. He pulled
her down for a kiss, sliding his tongue in her mouth. She responded, moaning
and shifting on his lap. He scooted up the bed so that his back was against the
headboard. She kissed him voraciously, her fingers twisting in his hair. He
groaned. His cock throbbed with each plunge of her tongue. She was certainly a
fast learner. He broke the kiss and repositioned her hips. “Have you ever
ridden a horse?”
      “N-no. Our colony is a manmade station. We have synthetic
grass and our hydroponic crops do very well, but we do not have enough to
support much livestock. Do you have horses?”
      “A few. I will take you riding one day, but first, it seems
you will learn to ride me.” She made a soft noise that let him know she was as
eager as he. He took hold of her hips and pulled her down as he thrust up. His
Whimsy gasped.   He set a quick pace that
forced her to clutch at his shoulders for support. He wanted to slow down but
his body would not let him. Her beautiful breasts bounced and jiggled in front
of him like enticing fruit.
      Her honey
coated his shaft, making the glide of her pussy on him hot and wet. He could
almost pretend that he was buried deep inside her slick chamber. He bent to
lick her tight nipples. Cupping her breasts, he feasted on her. Whimsy’s cries
grew louder with each tug of his mouth. She was fucking herself against him
with tight corkscrew movements. He wrapped his arms around her. “Yes, Dessert, fuck me. The feel of you moving over me is
ecstasy. Imagine how much better this would feel were my cock buried to the
hilt in your slick little pussy, filling you endlessly. The thought of your
heat is with me day and night.” He slid a hand between their bodies to stroke
her clit.
      She cried
his name and collapsed against him. Her breathing was harsh. “Oh, Gaedrian ,” she moaned. As her body went limp, he knew she
slept. She had been having difficulty finding sleep the last three nights. The
arousal gnawed at her as much as it did at him. He caressed her hair and held
her close. Even if he could not find rest or completion for himself, he would
take comfort in holding his lady.
     
     
     

Chapter Eleven
     
      Whimsy
stretched. Last night was the first full night’s sleep she’d had in many days.
The hunger she felt for Gaedrian was still there, but
it was muted to a manageable level. It made her hot with embarrassment to think
of how she’d asked him for more. A different kind of heat suffused her when she
thought of the way he had penetrated her with his thick fingers.
      Surely,
her father and a diplomatic group were on their way by now. They’d probably
arrive within a day or two. All she had to do was resist Gaedrian for a few more days.  
        She
stretched and rolled over.
      Gaedrian lay in bed next to her. His eyes were closed, but
she knew he was awake. His features were tense, his fists clenched. Beneath the
sheet, his erection was clearly visible. She recalled the feel of it against
her bottom last night. It had been hot and hard and had felt so right.
        “Do not.”
      She
looked at his face again. His gaze was focused on her. “Do not what?”
      “Do not
look at me with such longing on your face.”
      “I
wasn’t––“
      “Your
breathing has gone shallow and your nipples are peaked. You want me.”
        Whimsy
didn’t bother to deny it. She rolled out of bed. Her gown was on the floor
where he’d tossed it while attempting seduction. She picked it up and pulled it
on, fastening it briskly.
      “I will
arrange for you to have a tour of the castle today.”
      She
turned to him in surprise.