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wordlessly telling me what he needed. I had no intention to tease him,
though. I simply craved him too much. Following the lust we shared, I
took the head of his dick in my mouth and gathered the liquid there on
my tongue. His flavor exploded on my taste buds, making me groan
around his prick. Slowly, I swallowed down more of him, reveling in
the weight of his cock on my tongue, in the sound of his small half-
muffled cries. He was biting his lip so hard it bled, I realized, likely so
that the Arthurians wouldn t hear us. Even so, the beautiful music of
his passionate moans still reached me.
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Urged on by my lover s voice, I increased the pace of my sucking.
My mate responded beautifully. Pulling my hair so hard my scalp
hurt, he started thrusting into my mouth with abandon.
Before meeting Red, I d never quite seen the potential of oral sex.
Granted, I hadn t found too many lovers with whom I could explore
it, but even my few liaisons hadn t managed to convince of its true
appeal. Of course, with Red, it was all different. I lost myself in the
taste of his pre-ejaculate, in the simple carnality of the act, in the
knowledge that I was giving my mate the pleasure he voiced.
Everything inside me answered to his bliss, and our mate bond
vibrated with the sexual purity of what we shared. I sucked harder,
hollowing my cheeks, needing to feel him soar even higher on the
peaks of pleasure. No, what I needed was for him to spend himself in
my mouth. The only thing that could even begin to satisfy my thirst
for him was the taste of his seed.
Amazingly, I already was on the edge of climax without even
touching myself. I hadn t even taken my clothes off, and the material
felt scratchy on my skin, my nerve endings too sensitive to withstand
the burden of my garments. My dick throbbed in my breeches,
painfully so. It couldn t be helped, because my connection with Red
kind of made me feel like I was getting a blow job, too, not just giving
one.
But this wasn t about me, not really. My pleasure had become an
afterthought, a fortunate side effect of the one I managed to awaken
inside Red. All right, so maybe I wasn t completely selfless, but who
could blame me? I had a beautiful, passionate new mate, and I just
wanted to devour him whole. His cock was a thing of beauty, long
and slender and pink, perfectly fitting into my mouth, and his round
perky balls drew me just as much. At one point, I actually couldn t
help but release his cock to explore his wrinkled sac with my tongue.
A part of me just wanted to lick him all over and make him come
like that, but even my patience had its limits. I myself couldn t resist
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the sensual torture for much longer, so I sucked in his cock once
more, this time, all the way into my throat.
Just like that, my beautiful mate lost it. Clinging to my hair, Red
arched his back and came. He cried out my name, no longer able to
keep his moans of pleasure in check. With all that, it was a miracle
that I didn t follow him over the edge. Maybe just my desperate need
to be inside him kept me from coming. I simply felt like I couldn t
climax if I didn t bury my dick into his willing body.
Following that urge, I pulled back at the very last moment. The
last few jets of his cum hit me straight in the face, but it was exactly
what I d wanted. I gathered the liquid on my fingers and reached for
his nether hole. Even as the waves of his climax echoed through our
bond, I slid two digits inside him.
Red opened up to me eagerly, his flesh parting and clenching
around my fingers. He was so hot and tight, like a velvet fist greedily
drawing me in, and I couldn t help but hiss. I could already imagine
how good it would feel to finally claim him and bring our bodies
together in the ultimate carnal act.
Even if Red had just come, his lust rose again in response to mine.
Maybe I had a little hand in it, too both literally and figuratively
because I crooked my fingers inside him and found his prostate,
massaging the tiny gland mercilessly. He moaned again, trying to
push back against the impaling digits, not even bothering to be silent
anymore. Fuck me, Philippe! he said between jagged pants and
sweet, passionate moans.
I couldn t even be sure if he actually spoke the words out loud, or
if he sent them to me through our bond, but it didn t matter. I couldn t
withstand my need, and his, any longer. Removing my fingers from
his ass, I quickly slicked up my cock with the remainder of his spent
seed. Holding Red s gaze, I lifted his legs onto my shoulders and
positioned my prick at his opening. Slowly, mindful of his comfort, I
slid home.
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Red gasped and clung to my shoulders, his fingernails digging
into my skin to the point of pain. I tried to keep a slow pace, to make
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