and sensitive nipple, as he slid his hands under her back, slowly moving them down to her buttocks.
Taylor gasped, her body blazing with need. There was a wicked wantonness in being utterly naked and writhing on furs in the outdoors while a fully dressed man played with her body.
Veris’ fingers gripped her ass cheeks, separating them, as he moved his mouth to her other nipple. He sucked on it, drawing it into his mouth and flicking it with his tongue.
Taylor moaned as she was swamped with heady, ripe sensations of arousal. She could barely think beyond the need to have Veris’ cock inside her. To be fucked fast. To come as hard as she could.
Her clit was throbbing with need.
She tried to reach for Veris, but her arched position on the furs made it difficult. Veris pushed her arms back down.
His mouth left her breast. The nipple crinkled at the touch of the night wind on its wet tip, making it cold.
Veris pushed her knees as far apart as they could go. She was spread so that her pussy and anus were completely open for Veris to access as he may. Her pussy was weeping fluids.
Veris swept his tongue across her pussy and clit. Taylor cried out, her hips jerking upward.
“Ah…delicious,” he said with a groan and did it again.
Taylor moaned, her head rolling into the fur. She clutched at the fur desperately. “Veris!”
“Music,” he crooned. He sucked her clit into his mouth and at the same time pushed three fingers into her pussy.
Taylor tried to lift herself off the fur in delight, but Veris held her down. His tongue played with her as his fingers worked a different magic. Taylor could feel her orgasm rushing at her at express speed. “Veris, hurry. You… I want you.” She was panting.
But Veris continued his assault unabated. Then his thumb slid into her anus, moistened with her own lubricant and she was lost. Her climax tore through her like a silvered lightning bolt, making her shriek with delight. She could feel herself clenching about Veris’ fingers as she shuddered and came.
The aftereffects of the climax were still lingering when Veris lifted his tunics and undergarments aside, pulled out his cock and pushed it into her with a hard, single driving thrust that made him groan and pause. His hands splayed out next to her head to support him.
“Heat…” he muttered.
“You, too,” she whispered back.
“You’re like a velvet fist around me.” He swallowed. “In many ways, this feels like the first time.”
“In some ways, it is,” she murmured.
“It’s astounding.” He began to thrust again, taking his time. Then even slower.
Taylor could feel her body starting to tremble and respond to the stimulus even though she had just come. Her breathing hastened and her hips flexed. She clenched at the furs, trying to ride it out, to let Veris have his experience. But she shuddered and writhed desperately at his slow, gourmand pace.
“Veris!” she warned.
He gave a low laugh and she knew he’d been aware of her growing desperation all along. He’d been teasing her. Riding her. “Is it that you want to come, Tyra my lovely wife?”
“Damn your eyes! You know I do!” She gasped as he slid back into her, angling himself to kiss her clit with the base of his cock.
He thrust both arms out, his hands on either side of her head. “Well, then,” he said simply. He pushed his cock deep into her. Fast. His blue eyes locked with hers. “Come around me. I want to feel you come again.”
His voice, the low command, his cock inside her, brought her. She climaxed with a harsh cry that Veris smothered with a kiss.
Afterward, he lifted himself up and she realized that he had been careful not to rest much weight on her at all. He helped her un-tuck her strained calves. Then he stood and unbuckled the belt around his waist. “I’ve discovered something else about being human that I’d long forgotten—on a personal basis, anyway.”
“What is that?” she asked, kneading her lower legs
Andrea Camilleri, Joseph Farrell