Falling in Love with the King of Beasts

RETH

He had her on the blanket and panting in no time, but there was still a frantic tension in him that need to be reassured. He had to have her, but he needed to see her while he did it, to soothe the beast in him that feared a stealth attack.

So as he tongued, and stroked and rolled with her, he struck on an idea.

Once she was whispering his name and arching her breasts against his chest so that the beast within him snarled for release, he slid down her body, kissing her neck, her collarbone, down to her breast and taking the peak in his mouth as she arched into him.

"That never gets old!" she gasped when he came off one nipple to take the other, growling when he caught sight of the first glistening in the early morning sunlight. She lifted a hand as if to rub it, but he caught it and twined their fingers, pulling the hand up and above her head, then curling over her so he could look down at her chest, the pebbling of the skin on her breasts, and the evidences of his kiss there.

"Dear, Lord, Elia," he groaned.

"I want you, Reth!" she sighed, lifting her hips to rub against him.

Pressing her hands into the blanket, he kissed her, slower than she wanted, but deep. Then he whispered, "You will have me, beautiful," and pushed back to kneel between her knees, sitting on his heels. With a shuddering sigh, starting at her breast, he dragged his hand down the length of her, over the dips and valleys of her stomach and waist, watching her skin pebble in the wake of his touch.

His voice was gravel when he murmured, "Roll onto your side."

She blinked and pushed up on her elbows, her breasts jiggling in a way that made his cock twitch. She saw it and smiled, but her eyebrows popped up. "On my side?"

"Trust me," he said, more calmly than he felt. There was still a part of him screaming, crying to the Creator that he'd almost lost her. But he didn't want his fear to steal her joy. He needed to join with her. Desperately.

She looked skeptical, but rolled onto her side, bringing her leg around him, so he was kneeling behind her. Leaning her temple on her fist, she put the other hand on the ground in front of her, and looked at him, waiting for further instructions. "Like this?"

"Almost," he said breathlessly. The position of her arms pressed her breasts together and he growled his approval.

With a soft hand, he lifted her knee towards her chest, parting her thighs, then shifted across to straddle her lower leg, still kneeling, raising her thigh slightly as he settled into the spot. His length rested against her inner thigh as he gently lowered her leg again until her knee rested over his. With a low growl, he leaned over her, both his hands on the blanket and her on his side between his arms.

So close.

She smiled. "That seems like it might work?"

"Oh, it will work," he growled, bracing on the hand behind her shoulders, he rubbed himself against her softest place, but he didn't take her yet. As she hummed her approval, he took her breast in his other hand, arching over her to kiss it, sucking again.

Her breath huffed out of her, and, taking her hand from the ground, she reached back to curl her hand into his hair and pull him tighter to her breast. He growled and sucked hard and she gasped.

When he pulled away, she turned her head to meet his eyes.

"Are you ready my love?" he said, his voice a gravel husk.

"I'm always ready for you, Reth," she sighed.

He purred. Still braced over her, he stroked his free hand over her breasts, her stomach, all the way down to the leg she had laid over his knee. Then he took himself in hand and found her, pressing into her in one, long, slow slide.

He grasped her hip and she cried out as he thrust, quickly, firmly, his fingers digging into her as he fought for control.

The new angle had startled her, but in the best way. She groaned, then stopped breathing as he began to move.

She was so beautiful like this, laid out before him. She let her head drop to the blanket, her eyes closed and mouth open, breasts pressed together, and her cheeks flushed.

At first her hand flailed, she had nowhere to hold him, braced over her side as he was. But then he thrust again, and she braced on the ground in front of her to give him resistance. They both groaned.

As he continued to roll into her, he lowered himself to kiss her neck, her shoulder, curling to suck at her breast until he was overwhelmed and could only thrust harder.

It was a moment of pure sensation, skin, core, and mouth moving in tandom. The hair on his arms stood up as every nerve in his body began to jangle.

She was huffing with each of his thrusts, her fingers clawed into the blanket. When he bit down gently on her earlobe, she clenched and almost tipped over the edge.

"Hold on, my love, hold on!" he grunted, clasping her thigh and pulling her towards him with each thrust, her breasts bouncing so deliciously, his own climax threatened to overtake him.

"Oh, Reth… that's… oh!"

"Can you reach yourself, love?" he groaned, dragging his lips across her shoulder, panting into her ear. "Can you… touch yourself?"

Heat bloomed on her cheeks, but she slid her hand down, between her legs, to the spot where they were joined. He moaned, and bit back the roar that wanted to rise as he felt her there, but then she was writhing, her breath coming faster and harder.

There was a crystalline moment when she threw her head back just as he thrust into her. Her breasts were pressed together by her arms, and she clenched around him as her fingers tantalized them both. And Reth wondered what he'd ever done to deserve this incredible woman who trusted him so, and had such passion.

Then her cries climbed higher and he gripped her leg harder, pulling her tighter against him as she touched herself faster, then tensed, jerking and calling his name, in the same moment Reth's orgasm crashed over him and he bit down on her shoulder to stop himself roaring.

He slumped onto his elbow, covering her, entwined. His body still thrilled from the aftermath of his climax, but he slid his hand up her leg to her stomach, then between her breasts. He laid a panting kiss on her shoulder where he'd bitten down, to soothe the reddened skin, and stroked her hair back from her sweaty face.

"Reth…?" she sighed.

"Yes."

"You let me know as soon as you want to try that again, okay?"

He laughed against her skin until he wept.