Scorpius trails his fingertips down the side of my waist. My back arches involuntarily to his touch. His brows are furrowed together, his expression showing the restraint he's putting on himself. Like he wants everything right now but he has to hold back for my benefit. It makes me appreciate him so much more.
Leaning down to kiss between my breasts, his hair falling and brushing against my nipples, I gasp. I tuck the hair behind his ear, but he reaches for my hand, kissing the pads of my fingers before fitting his own through the spaces. He looks up at me, our hands intertwined like this, and his lips gently turn up into a smile. This is the most innocent I've ever seen him.
And yet his eyes tell me a different story. Behind them is a fire of lust, a want so intense it coils inside me, soaking me deeper than I've ever been.
Moving our hands to the side of us, he dips his head just above my peaked nipple, his breath scorching the soft flesh. I want it. I need it. I want him to release everything I've been holding in, everything he's had to hold back this entire time. I don't want us to resist anymore.
I whimper, pushing my torso up so my breasts reach his eager mouth, but he moves back a little. A devilish smile replaces the innocence that was once displayed on his face. His hooded eyes are completely black now, his breathing shallow but rough.
He looks up at me again, the lust so obvious on his face that goosebumps can't help but cover every corner of my skin.
"Easy, Angelfish," he says in a voice so deep my stomach jumps. "I'll take care of you, don't worry."
I'm not worried. I know he'll do anything in his power to please me, but the anticipation is killing me. Even watching his mouth, only inches away from the pleasure I know he can give me, I can't help whimpering again.
"If you continue to beg me with those little sounds, I won't be able to hold myself back for much longer."
"Please." I arch my back.
His tongue runs over his bottom lip and I watch in agony as he slowly leans down. I bite my lip, mentally pleading with him to hurry up. Finally, he sucks my nipple into his mouth and the electricity of it shocks me everywhere. His tongue swirls and laps so deliciously that I can't suppress the moan that passes out of me.
Scorpius moves to my other breast, his mouth never leaving my skin for more than a second before he's licking again. My brain starts to fog from the pleasure, especially when I feel his hardness strain against my thigh. If this was like before, I would've been nervous at how far things would go. Though, now I don't even have a hint of hesitation.
Lifting both of our hands above my head, he moves back up to kiss me. His lips are hotter than normal and, now that I think about it, I've never seen his body glow this brightly before. Has he always been holding this back from me? Was this fire igniting underneath his skin how he truly felt this entire time?
I crush my lips into his, hungry with lust, but mainly hungry for everything that's to come. The foreign feeling of his hard body against my skin underneath him is causing a frenzy deep between my thighs. The throb that's already building there is pulsing so hard that I can hear it in my ears. And even though he hasn't said my name, my saliva is already spilling over down my chin.
He smirks, licking up the trail of spit from the side of my mouth. Leaning back on his knees, he releases his grasp on my hand so he's now towering over me completely. I watch him taking in the sight between my legs and I see his chest rise slowly but it doesn't fall. It's almost like he's in shock.
It makes me self conscious witnessing his eyes flick back and forth at my soaked core, and I ready myself to bring my thighs together. But before I can even twitch enough to move, one of his hands grips my thighs and shoves it down to the bed. I yelp in surprise.
"Don't you dare hide what's mine. I want to see every inch of what belongs to me, especially when it's something I'm about to devour," he demands in a voice so husky it makes me lick my lips. His eyes continue to stare and it's like he can physically see the throb he's creating. As if every beat that pulses for him is screaming for him to touch me.
Scorpius sucks in his lip and runs his fingers up the inside of my thigh. It feels like I haven't been touched in ages. The smolder from his hand sends a shiver up my spine and my thighs shake a little waiting for him to find my center. The darkness in his irises has only escalated and that makes me want him more.
"Please," I beg again. Was he teasing me or savoring this moment? I didn't know and I didn't care. The pleasure was so close, the euphoria I know I could have from his touch so near I could feel the wave coming. I'd never desired to be filled more than I did in this moment.
With one last devious smile, his golden pointer finds the pool that's been waiting for him. We gasp at the same time while he rubs that finger down and then up, no doubt covered in the slickness that he's created there.
"Goddess," he rumbles. "all the water outside that glass window doesn't compare to how soaked you are for me right now."
He swirls his finger around my entrance, teasing the warm flesh until I feel like I might explode. Out of all the times I've had sex, why did this feel so different? Yes, he was a male, but I don't think that's what made this interaction so intense. There had never been this craving, this burn in my throat to be satisfied like I had now. Even my brain was tingling waiting for his next move. Was it because our souls were bonded?
Slowly, he thrusts his finger inside me. I push my hips up to meet the end of his knuckles, clutching the sheets in my fists. My eyes roll back as black dots crowd the edge of my vision. He takes it out in one long sturdy movement and I want to cry out because I need him back inside. As if reading my mind he shoves it back in me, harder this time. My moan echoes throughout the bedroom.
He works another finger into me, stretching myself for him. I can feel the bliss already so close. All the teasing has done nothing but bring me to the edge more quickly. He picks up the pace, moving his thick fingers within me, and I know he can feel me trying to suck him in. My body doesn't want to let him go.
Back arching against the sheets, my hips roll trying to match his pace, but I can't keep it up for long. I start to shake, the moans in my throat getting louder and his breathing picking up as he listens to me. In one swift motion he removes his fingers from inside me, leaving me empty and wanting.
"Scorpius?"
His hands undo his pants and flings them across the room. His shirt is the next to come off and I admire the fire spread across his toned chest. But when my focus shifts to finally see the hardness that was hiding behind his pants, my mouth goes dry. I don't know what I was expecting but it definitely wasn't this.
He palms himself, something already oozing out the tip and my heart thrashes against my rib cage. As much as I wanted to be ready for this, I couldn't tell if I really was. The stickiness drips down his fingers, trickling along his golden thread as he rubs all the way to the base and back up. His eyes never leave mine.
Sure, I'd seen many males naked bodies on Dalmoria since clothes were never a necessity. But I'd never seen something like this, the pulsing and slickness coming out of it. And I'd never seen it this hard before. I wasn't scared, I was intrigued.
Scorpius grabs my waist and lifts me to sit on his lap. Running a sticky hand up my back to grip the base of my neck, he pushes my head close to his, our lips doing what they do best when it came to each other. His heart flutters against my chest and I'm reminded of the love song our bodies create together. The symphony of our hearts beating as one.
"You ready?" he asks. I nod, placing my forehead against his. Wrapping his arm around my waist to hold me close, he moves my body and slowly works his way inside me. At first, I wince, the pain shocking me. I thought his fingers were big, but this was nothing compared to what was entering me now.
"I know, I know," he whispers. "Let me help you, Angelfish." I have no idea what he means until I feel his hardness shrink down in size. It now feels like the same size as his pointer, sliding so easily inside me now that the pain completely disappears. How did he do that? I peer down at our thighs but I can't see what happened. It all looks the same as before except he's completely inside me now.
"How did you-"
"Pharons can adjust ourselves to cater to those we want to fill," he tells me, but his voice is barely there. Like he's forcing himself to focus on what he's saying while fighting the pleasure he's feeling. He lifts my hips up, the tip of him barely inside me now until he forces me back down on him.
I gasp, my eyes squeezing shut as I shudder from the bliss. He's throbbing inside me. I rock my hips against his thighs as he takes himself out and thrusts back in again.
"Goddess," he groans. I work myself on him, biting my lip so I don't orgasm so easily. This doesn't feel like enough. Yes, it's good, amazing even. But I want more. I need all of him.
"More," I beg with a shaky breath. "Give me more."
Without hesitation I feel him thicken inside me. His eyes slide back, his thick dark lashes hiding the pleasure he's feeling. It's still not enough. I grab onto his neck, steadying myself as I pull my hips up and then drop them onto him so hard the room spins.
"Scorpius," I moan. "Please. Fill me. I want to be stuffed."
"Than let me break you apart," he growls. He picks my hips up so I'm barely on him and I watch him enlarge himself before shoving me back down completely. I can't suppress the scream that leaves me. I wanted to be overflowed, and that's exactly what he was giving me. He was at his full wideness now and I didn't know what I was asking for, but Goddess was I going to take it all.
His teeth bite into my neck before he kisses there, moaning against me. My nails dig into his neck, holding on every time I push down on him. He wasn't kidding when he said he was going to tear me apart. I feel like I'm going to split right down the middle. But as I listen to him groan, I hold him closer.
"Lynx. Goddess, you feel so fucking delicious on me."
His words vibrate all the way to the tip of my tail. My thighs shake against his as he pushes me down faster and harder. I try to circle my hips around him, but I can't move how I want anymore. The release is close and it feels impossible trying to push it away so this can last longer. Lightning zips down my back, covering my arms and the edge of my jaw. I know what's coming.
Letting go of my neck, he moves his hand down between us and when he touches that sensitive peak, I feel like I'm going to lose it. The wetness pooling on his thighs slicks over my core and the room starts to spin.
"Scorpius," I whine. I'm trembling with pleasure against him, his body growing more and more tense under my touch. We were both getting ready to be thrown into the pit of euphoria.
"You wanted to be filled, right?" he asks, sucking on the bite mark on my neck. I can't answer him. I can barely see right now. All I can focus on is the ecstasy that's raking every nerve. He rubs faster, pounding himself into me so hard that I don't know how I'm not numb.
His grip around my waist is so tight, his thumb rubbing between us so quickly I begin to see stars. He whimpers into my neck and the sound is so appetizing I can't hold it in any longer.
With one last thrust he throws back his head, howling so loudly it makes my ears ring. I join him in that release, letting out everything I was holding in. I shake and tremble, both of us jolting against each other while I feel something hot and sticky pour out of my entrance, even with him still inside of me. He flinches and pulses, the throb matching the jump of his hips.
I let my body go limp against him. I've never been more exhausted and yet so satisfied in my entire life. I don't want to let him go. Not from my arms or from inside me. I want him to stay, I want us to be like this for the rest of eternity.
Sweat trickles down my back, moisture beading at his forehead as well. He dips his chin, his lust filled eyes fixing themselves on my own. He lets out a breathless chuckle, running his hand through his dark hair before caressing my cheek. Gently, he kisses my jaw until he finds my lips and kisses those.
Leaning back, he pops his thumb in his mouth, swirling his tongue around the wetness that's glistening against it.
"You taste divine," he mumbles and my back arches again watching him. How could I already want more when we just finished? He lifts me off him, sliding his thickness out of me. "Turns out I'm still hungry," he says before laying me back and placing my thighs on either side of his head. I guess we weren't finished.