pooled around her feet. In a pair of lace panties she stayed still watching
as Lucien stood and stripped off his shirt and jeans. He held out one hand to
her and she stepped close. He enfolded her in his arms. Sarahi felt safe for
the first time in twenty years. This time when she slipped her arms around his
neck and drew him down, it was for a delicate, sophisticated kiss.
How long they stood mostly nude in each other’s arms, neither was
sure, but they took their time savoring the moment.
At last Sarahi could wait no longer. Her hunger was sated, but her
desire was flaring out of control.
"Now, Lucien. I need you now!" she begged.
"Yes, love, I know." His hands went to her waist, skimming
the scrap of lace to the floor and leading her back to the bed. She urged him
down and straddled his narrow hips. There was just enough clearance on either
side of him for her knees. He guided her, one hand on her hip, the other
holding his erection into position and she sank down, taking him deep.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped, her head falling back. Sunset hair
swept his legs. He still, always, filled her like no other. And now he
was urging her to move, to ride him. She took over the movements, thrusting her
body around his massive shaft. His hands went back to her breasts, toying with
her nipples, pinching gently.
Reunion sex, she reflected in the tiny part of her brain which was
still functioning rationally, was bound to be quick. And this time was no
exception. Already her body was clenching on the brink of orgasm. She wanted
it, but not yet... no, not yet...
"Oh yes!" she wailed as pleasure wracked her. Her body
writhed, sinuous and serpentine as pleasure rolled over and over her.
Lucien grasped her, stilling her wild movements so he could drive up into her
again and again. Each hard thrust brought her a new wave of exquisite spasms,
and he held her still and made her take it all, every thrust, every inch, until
even her wails of ecstasy fractured into whimpering sobs.
Lucien drove deep once more and froze, groaning. Sarahi felt the flood
of burning liquid in her depths. They poised, trapped at the apex of pleasure
for a long moment. And then, at last, their bodies relaxed slowly until Sarahi
was lying on Lucien’s chest, her head on his shoulder, his big hands on
her back.
With the release of sexual tension came the release of self-control as
well, and Sarahi’s misery of the last two decades expressed itself in a
flood of tears. Lucien stroked her hair as she wept on his shoulder. His hands
felt so good on her. She had forgotten how good. But now she was remembering.
Now she felt alive again. She felt his soft kiss on the top of her head.
"I love you, Lucien," she sniffled.
"And I love you, Sarahi."
"Never leave me again."
"As long as there is breath in my body, I will not. And that is a
vow I shall never break."
Sarahi smiled through her tears.
Lucien’s erection had softened inside her, but her needy body was
far from finished with him. When he made a move as though to withdraw from her,
she placed her hand on the center of his chest and sent him a little pulse.
Instantly, his sex thickened to throbbing life. He groaned.
"How did you do that?" he asked her.
"Succubus," she replied. He drew her head down for a kiss,
then stood, still inside her, and reversed their directions, bearing her down
into the mattress. Sarahi looped her legs over his elbows, presenting herself
to him for another deep, thorough taking which left them both panting and
sated.
Chapter 15
Lucien led his lady out of her bedroom. Much time had passed while they
had been inside. He had missed breakfast altogether, and his stressed body was
clamoring for food. She had taken a tremendous amount of energy from him,
between the feeding and the physical exhaustion of sex, however wonderful it
might have been. That, coupled with the battle he’d just completed, had
left him starving to the point of lightheadedness. Hand in hand they made their
way
as Lucien stood and stripped off his shirt and jeans. He held out one hand to
her and she stepped close. He enfolded her in his arms. Sarahi felt safe for
the first time in twenty years. This time when she slipped her arms around his
neck and drew him down, it was for a delicate, sophisticated kiss.
How long they stood mostly nude in each other’s arms, neither was
sure, but they took their time savoring the moment.
At last Sarahi could wait no longer. Her hunger was sated, but her
desire was flaring out of control.
"Now, Lucien. I need you now!" she begged.
"Yes, love, I know." His hands went to her waist, skimming
the scrap of lace to the floor and leading her back to the bed. She urged him
down and straddled his narrow hips. There was just enough clearance on either
side of him for her knees. He guided her, one hand on her hip, the other
holding his erection into position and she sank down, taking him deep.
"Oh! Oh!" she gasped, her head falling back. Sunset hair
swept his legs. He still, always, filled her like no other. And now he
was urging her to move, to ride him. She took over the movements, thrusting her
body around his massive shaft. His hands went back to her breasts, toying with
her nipples, pinching gently.
Reunion sex, she reflected in the tiny part of her brain which was
still functioning rationally, was bound to be quick. And this time was no
exception. Already her body was clenching on the brink of orgasm. She wanted
it, but not yet... no, not yet...
"Oh yes!" she wailed as pleasure wracked her. Her body
writhed, sinuous and serpentine as pleasure rolled over and over her.
Lucien grasped her, stilling her wild movements so he could drive up into her
again and again. Each hard thrust brought her a new wave of exquisite spasms,
and he held her still and made her take it all, every thrust, every inch, until
even her wails of ecstasy fractured into whimpering sobs.
Lucien drove deep once more and froze, groaning. Sarahi felt the flood
of burning liquid in her depths. They poised, trapped at the apex of pleasure
for a long moment. And then, at last, their bodies relaxed slowly until Sarahi
was lying on Lucien’s chest, her head on his shoulder, his big hands on
her back.
With the release of sexual tension came the release of self-control as
well, and Sarahi’s misery of the last two decades expressed itself in a
flood of tears. Lucien stroked her hair as she wept on his shoulder. His hands
felt so good on her. She had forgotten how good. But now she was remembering.
Now she felt alive again. She felt his soft kiss on the top of her head.
"I love you, Lucien," she sniffled.
"And I love you, Sarahi."
"Never leave me again."
"As long as there is breath in my body, I will not. And that is a
vow I shall never break."
Sarahi smiled through her tears.
Lucien’s erection had softened inside her, but her needy body was
far from finished with him. When he made a move as though to withdraw from her,
she placed her hand on the center of his chest and sent him a little pulse.
Instantly, his sex thickened to throbbing life. He groaned.
"How did you do that?" he asked her.
"Succubus," she replied. He drew her head down for a kiss,
then stood, still inside her, and reversed their directions, bearing her down
into the mattress. Sarahi looped her legs over his elbows, presenting herself
to him for another deep, thorough taking which left them both panting and
sated.
Chapter 15
Lucien led his lady out of her bedroom. Much time had passed while they
had been inside. He had missed breakfast altogether, and his stressed body was
clamoring for food. She had taken a tremendous amount of energy from him,
between the feeding and the physical exhaustion of sex, however wonderful it
might have been. That, coupled with the battle he’d just completed, had
left him starving to the point of lightheadedness. Hand in hand they made their
way
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