Hard Peaks

She licked the drop, yet the soothing coolness of her tongue did not graze his burning skin even slightly. This woman was playing with him again, and part of him wondered if she'd learned enough to make him beg. Excitement prickled like champagne through his veins at the thought.

Their eyes met, and she licked the last of the drop from her pink lips before giving her judgment with a sly grin. "Salty. A bit bitter, like dark chocolate. Maybe I should sprinkle it with sugar next time... what do you think?"

While talking, her fingers crawled along his sides to pull his trousers over his hips. Then, they nimbly slipped below to weigh his balls. He could see her delicate thumb caressing the reddened skin, and consequently, he was too occupied to answer.

She didn't need an answer anyway. Instead, her head lowered again, and her lips met the tip of his length in a shallow kiss. His hands clenched around the beddings, barely stopping himself from thrusting upward.

As her lips and hands wandered further, caressing so gently and intangible like the wind, he forced himself to relax. He entrusted her the boat to steer over the sea of slow pleasure.

With a whispered moan, his head fell back. While sweaty strands adorned his forehead, his lips were parted to take ragged breaths that almost echoed in the silence of the tent. The dazed red eyes peeked through his lowered lashes to watch every move she made. At this moment, she was all he saw and all his mind could think of was her beauty.

Then her wet mouth closed around the tip of his raging cock. The reaction came instantly. His whole body jerked, hips thrusting upward, and a sound between grunt and cry left his throat. With both hands, she pressed him down again, took him deeper into her wet mouth, and sucked.

"Katherine!" His hands flew into her hair, the pleasure so intense that he didn't know if he should pull her away or deeper. The question was solved when he saw a whiff of darkness curling around his arm. He let her go. "S-stop!"

She only gazed up at him, hooded violet eyes over full cheeks. The picture of how his cock entered and filled her mouth made him breathless. As if to soothe his panic, glowing power spread from her hands until his whole body was enveloped in it. It evaporated his darkness just as much as his fear. For a few seconds, they only stared at each other, his chest heaving up and down. Then she swallowed around his length.

With this action, the lust that was shortly doused by panic reignited like smoking coals hit by a spark. All distracting thoughts fled his mind as Katherine began to move her head. Up and down, up and down, sucking and licking at the tip. A deep, helpless groan vibrated in his chest.

For a few seconds, he was lost in the view. Her dark hair hanging disheveled over her face, the violet only a small ring around her enlarged, dazed pupils, and the cheeks flushed and bulging. He could feel every stroke of her tongue, every caress of her fingers on his balls, and even the hard tips of her breasts, which brushed by his thighs whenever she came down to take him deeper. His mouth turned dry with the urge to suck them just as she did to him.

He swallowed, then raised a hand to flick the hard pearl through the fabric that hid it. Katherine's moan vibrated around his cock, pressing another drop out of its throbbing length. It mixed with her salvia almost unnoticed.

Encouraged by her reaction, Nathaniel rubbed the hard pearl between his fingers, stroking and squeezing it until Katherine whimpered. Her movement around his cock fastened, making him gasp and gently thrust upward to meet her advances. He saw her butt tighten, legs squirming as if she rubbed them together restlessly.

"Touch - touch yourself." His voice was hoarse, but the inherent authority made her comply without a thought. The sound of fabric rustling and then her muffled moan evoked the wish to just pull her up and enter her, regardless of the consequences.

Yet, since a last string of sanity held him back, he told her his thoughts instead. "I want to be where your fingers are right now. I want to thrust deep into your wet hole. I want to take you... kiss you... come inside you and fill you like I used to. I want you to writhe with pleasure under me. I want to lick and suck your breasts..."

The squelching sounds grew faster as his voice got rougher, just like the whimpers and moans. They were rocking each other up until his words turned into groans. His hips thrust up, one hand in her hair to help her move as hers was occupied between her thighs. His neck and abs tense, jaw clenched, and brows locked. An almost painful longing lay in his red eyes, which were focused on the woman on top of him.

Only when the first twitches of orgasm ran through her body, falling from her mouth in endless moans, a gasp left his throat. Then he came. Big bursts of liquid splashed into her mouth and at her face as he tried to pull her back. She wouldn't let him. Instead, her eager mouth sucked on him again, prolonging the pleasure and moaning as if it was her own. Her name left his lips, surprised, lustful, and finally begging. "Enough, I can't... Katherine... it's enough."

With the mischievous grin from before, she let him go and rested her chin on his thigh.

"Oh god," he mumbled as he saw her face full of white sprinkles, the pink tongue sticking out time and again to catch them all. With a weak chuckle, he felt for his shirt and used it as a towel to clean her up. "Are you okay? What about the baby?"

"We're fine. More than fine." Her gaze was like a cat that had just licked a whole bowl of milk when she crawled up to rest by his side. Yet, while her head was snuggled against his shoulder, her lower body was still half an arm's length away. All this while, he shone with her power like some kind of nightlamp.

"Hmmm," Nathaniel made. On her chest, he still saw two hard peaks. They had not yet softened. Suddenly, his head drove down to suck on one of them. Katherine screeched in surprise, followed by a shiver that ran from her bosom to the tip of her toes.

"Hmm," Nathaniel made again when he lifted his face, this time with a devilish smirk. "We were apart for only a few weeks. Did you think I already forgot that my wife is a little nymphomaniac?"

"N-no," Katherine stuttered, her eyes still wide and cheeks flushed. She made no move to stop him though, when he peeled the blouse off her skin.

Against her exposed bosom, he whispered: "Then let me help you a bit more."

Shortly after, his fingers found their way into her wet underwear.