Free AMatterofLust by Lisa Fox

toward
it. “It’s all yours.”
    She slid down his body and knelt between his legs, her hair
fanning over his thigh and down her back. He brushed it aside to reveal the
mark he’d left on her, tracing it with his fingertips. He hadn’t meant to do
it, but he did like the way it looked, how it claimed her. He thought maybe
he’d mark her again tonight. Somewhere different. Maybe on the curve of her
hip. The thought of his mouth there, sucking on her, marking her, made him
harder.
    She took him into her mouth and all thoughts ceased as his
eyes rolled back into his head. She moaned as her mouth moved down his shaft
and he felt the vibrations all the way to the base of his balls. His hands
fisted in her hair as she took him deeper into her sweet, wet mouth. Her
sucking intensified and Trask bit down hard on his lower lip to keep from coming.
He gently pushed her away, needing her to stop before he lost all control.
    He brought her back up his body, taking her in his arms. His
Rena. He rolled her over so that she was beneath him once again. She wanted to
make love. He wasn’t really sure what that meant. Maybe slow? Slow did sound
nice. He reached between them and guided himself inside her, watching her eyes
glaze as he sunk into her. He pushed deep and she arched up to meet him. He set
a slow, steady rhythm, letting her feel every inch of him. Nothing he had ever
done had ever felt this good. How had he lived so long without her? Without
this? He suckled her nipple and her legs tightened around his waist, urging him
to go faster.
    He picked up the pace, the sounds of her moans increasing in
volume and urgency. He knew she was close; he was close as well, and he reached
out, touching her in the way he normally fed, tasting her energy, and shivered
as her flavor flooded his senses. Instead of taking though, this time he gave,
funneling into her a stream of his own essence. She bucked in his arms as his
force flooded her system. He gave her more of him, offering her everything and
the breath caught in his throat when he felt her give back.
    He took what she offered and a psychic bond formed between
them, a rotating circle of radiant energy. It was a brilliant, mind-blowing
sensation and Trask’s hips rocked of their own accord as he lost himself in the
power of it. He was drowning in a mass of clean, white, brilliant energy, swept
up in the cyclone they created together. He felt her come, felt her lust and
that special something more rush through him, catapulting him over the edge,
and he erupted in her, an explosive orgasm that made him cry out. He took and
gave and took more until the world fractured and everything was blotted out in
darkness.
     
    Trask shuddered on top of her while Rena shook from the
strength of their connection. Her heart soared in her chest and with one, final
push, she gave him everything she had in her. She came and dazzling light bombarded
her, enveloped her, seized her, carried her away.
    The blinding orgasm finally receded and they lay together, a
tangle of limbs and flesh. It took her a long time to recover her senses and
when she did, she realized with sudden, crystalline clarity that all her
exhaustion had been washed away, leaving her energized and refreshed. The usual
afterglow of sex was nothing compared to what she felt now and she lay beneath
him, awed and still a bit stupefied by what they had just shared.
    He stirred, gathering her against him, and Rena squeezed him
tight. “Did you feel that?” she asked, hoping she hadn’t imagined it all.
    The vibrations of his laughter filled her chest, tickling
her pussy. Her cheeks flushed as her body heated again and she wondered if she
was ever going to be able to get enough of him. She hoped not. He lifted his
head to look into her eyes. “Of course I did.”
    Just looking at him made her smile, stirred wonderful things
deep inside her. “What was it?”
    He gave her a smug grin. “Making love.”
    “Huh,” she said with a little laugh.