Granite Kiss (11 page)

Around the head of his shaft, Elena licked while her hand slowly pumped his length. Her full lips closed over the crest, and she suckled him into her mouth.

“E-le-na,” he croaked out, reaching for her, but not touching her.

As she worked over every inch of his shaft with her right hand, she slipped her left lower to cup the heavy weight of his sac. In her palm, she rolled his aching balls, squeezing with just enough pressure that they threatened to release.

“Yes,” Zander heard himself moan, over and over.

A prickling began to travel up his spine, his nipples hardened more and Zander’s toes started to tingle.

“Oh...the...” The words lodged in his throat as lava raced from the ache in his balls up the length of his shaft.

Watching Elena between his legs, her mouth working on the head of his cock, her hand stroking faster, Zander was unable to stop himself from following through.

His seed spewed from the end of his cock, and a savage roar burst past his lips. Though Elena gave it her all, she was unable to swallow as fast as his balls emptied. The length of his shaft glistened from the overspill, which aided in the stroking of her hand as he continued to spurt into her mouth.

Several moments passed in silence as they held each other’s gaze. Zander was having difficulty catching his breath after watching Elena suck him off. He still could not believe she had pleasured him with her mouth. And that she appeared to enjoy it.

A soft pink hue tinted her cheeks and her own breathing was ragged. The fingers of her hands continued to stroke and cup him. Zander’s cock, thoroughly enjoying the attention paid to it, stayed hard and ready from her touch.

“That is a first,” he said in a hushed tone, and then wished he could retract the words.

“What do you mean?” she asked, still sliding her hand up and down on his flesh. “Your first ever, or just in a long time?” The smile she gave him, he easily returned.

“The first release not by my own hand,” he confessed, and awaited her next move.

A shudder wracked her body, and the fragrance of her feminine scent grew stronger under his nostrils. “I’m honored to have been the one you shared it with.”

The huskiness of her melodic voice brought a dewy drop of liquid from the tip of his cock head. Elena lowered her mouth and licked the droplet as it trickled over the crest.

“Mmm, want to go again?” Her eyes twinkled.

Without effort, Zander scooped Elena up in his arms and made for the hall leading to the bedrooms.

“I desire to give you pleasure, my beautiful Elena,” he said, as he carried her to the bedroom she’d used the night before. Gently, he placed her in the middle of the bed.

His large fingers fumbled as he unfastened the tiny buttons marching down the front of her shirt and then spread it open. Using the sharp nail on the end of one finger, he sliced through the panel of material between her breasts, and the delectable pale globes sprang free.

In the air, Zander caught her scent again, though this time her muskiness seemed heavier. Every cursed cell in his body needed to please her. Something deep inside him needed to show Elena that despite his disfigurement, he could demonstrate his love for her.

Could these simple exchanges of pleasurable touches be enough for her though?

Zander stopped himself from thinking ‘what ifs’, all that mattered at the moment was the beautiful woman before him, who unknowingly had been sexually tormenting him for two days now. He needed to touch her, intimately–he desperately needed to taste her, as she had tasted him.

Dipping his head, he dragged the flat of his tongue over the rigid tip of her left breast. Elena moaned, arching her back off the bed. Closing his lips around the swelling bud and careful of his fangs, Zander drew on her flesh.

Soft mews whispered past her lips, and her breathing grew harsh. As he suckled her left breast, he reached up to cup the right one and lightly plucked at the nipple as it came to attention under his touch. Licking a wet trail across Elena’s chest, he nipped at the flesh of her right breast before pulling the distended peak between his lips.

Elena stroked his hair and tightened her hands into fists as his mouth grew more insistent. The moans and groans as he stoked the fires of her arousal higher were music to his ears.

Damn it, if he didn’t need more.

Down the length of her soft body, Zander roamed. On his journey, he tasted every luscious inch of her flushed skin until he came to the waist of her jeans. Slipping a finger inside the waistband, with a deft flick the button released, and slowly Zander drew down the zipper.

Elena propped herself up on her elbows, grinning as he worked the denim over the curves of her hips and off her legs. Covering her sex was a skimpy stitch of pink lace.

“These are quite pretty,” he said, sliding the tip of a finger between her legs. The digit slipped inside the crotch of her panties, brushing against the plump lips the fabric hid. Then Zander gave a sharp tug, ripping the material in two. “But they are keeping you from me.”

Elena chuckled and sank her teeth into her lower lip.

Zander pushed her legs wide and, using a couple of fingers, spread the outer folds of her pussy open. The tender slit they protected glistened and pulsed as he studied the swollen pink nubbin at the top.

“You are so beautiful,” he whispered, and then moved in for a taste.

“Mmm.” Elena groaned deep as Zander licked the length of her opening with the tip of his tongue.

“I agree,” he said, his voice low. “May I taste more of you?”

“Y-yes,” she moaned, watching him.

Zander moved in again and flicked his tongue over her clit. Faster, slower, gauging her body’s reaction to his strokes, and the pressure he used. He enjoyed the way her bosom heaved as she struggled to draw breath. A light sheen of perspiration glistened between her breasts and peppered her upper lip. Elena’s flavor was addictive, and now that he’d sampled her, he knew he would never taste anything as satisfying again.

Beneath him her body trembled. Her throaty, feminine moans and groans echoed off the walls of the bedroom and sent a jolt to Zander’s already aching balls. He was surprised that after the explosive release he’d enjoyed only moments before, his body threatened to unload a second time.

Never before, in the years of his cursed state, had he ever had the urge to make himself come again after finding release once.

Passion flushed Elena’s face, and her cheeks were tinted a rosy pink. The sight of her teeth sinking into her lower lip brought a growl from deep within Zander. He delighted in the darkening of her eyes a moment before her eyelids lowered. Her musky scent filled the air around them, and the swollen nubbin he was savoring began to pulse against his tongue.

“Please,” Elena pleaded hoarsely. “I want you inside me.”

“No,” he whispered regretfully and closed his lips around her clit. Releasing the bud he said, “I will hurt you if I slide inside your sheath, my beauty. I would die if I caused you pain.”

“You would never hurt me, Zander.”

“I will not fit inside you in this form. Please, my Elena, allow me to love you with my fingers and my mouth. Your taste is like nothing I have ever enjoyed in all my years. You are as sweet as ambrosia.”

“Put your finger inside me, Zander. Please,” she whimpered.

“No,” he said, continuing to flick his tongue across her clit. “My nails will hurt your intimate flesh.”

“Bite them off then.” She raised up on her elbows to look down at him. “I want you inside me. And if you won’t fuck me with your cock, then please use a finger,” she pleaded, thrusting her hips against his mouth.

It would be impossible to deny her. His Elena wanted him, needed him inside her. She was prepared to welcome him into the warm snugness of her body, to share herself with him as a lover would. Zander could not, he would not hurt her by selfishly shoving his cock inside her. As much as he wanted to feel her intimate muscles clamped around him, to do so would probably kill her.

As Elena watched him with a heated gaze, Zander made short work of his nails. Using the tip of his index finger, he stroked it up and down the glistening slit of her opening. The deep moan from the back of her throat made Zander’s nipples tight and achy. The sight of her teeth sinking into her lower lip had him growling in response, and with fierce desperation, he needed to bring her unimaginable pleasures.

Elena held his gaze as he breached her opening with his finger. Her mouth gaped in a silent cry as he pushed deeper. Though his finger was long and quite thick, it was nowhere near the size of a human male penis, yet his entrance met resistance as he stroked her. Her natural lubrication was warm on his finger, helping to ease the slide of his digit.

The muscles of her snug passage gripped his probing finger as Elena’s moans grew louder, her hips meeting his hand thrusting against her.

“H-harder, please,” she begged, and Zander complied.

Elena gasped and gripped the sheet beneath her in her fists. Her knuckles were white.

Suddenly the scent of blood swirled under Zander’s nose, and just as he thought of pulling his finger from her body, Elena cried out and her muscles convulsed around his digit.

A sheen of perspiration coated her trembling body. When her breathing slowed, Zander glanced between her legs as he withdrew his finger. A trace of blood, mixed with Elena’s essence, glistened on his finger. The sheet beneath her was wet from her release and tinted pink.

“Elena?” Zander questioned, lifting his head. “I have hurt you.”

Her body trembled. She shook her head, and a sexy, sated grin curled her lips. “You didn’t hurt me,” she said in a weary, yet sensual tone. “It’s a first for me too.”

Zander sat up, stunned at her words. “Why did you not tell me? Before now?”

Cupping his face in her hands, she leaned forward, placing a warm, lingering kiss on his lips. “Why? Would it have mattered?” she countered.

“Your maidenhead is something you should have saved for someone special,” he said, anger tainting his tone.

Standing up, he put some distance between himself and Elena. On the other side of the room, Zander crossed his arms over his chest, not bothering to hide his displeasure.

How could she have been so foolish?

Elena rose off the bed and stepped out of the torn pair of panties. With the confidence he admired, she strode across the floor to stand before him.

“Well?” he asked, when she still had not said anything.

“I gave my virginity how I wanted, and to whom I wanted,” she answered. After a moment studying one another, Elena uncrossed Zander’s arms and moved in against him. “It was mine to share, remember?”

“But–”

Reaching up, she placed two fingers over his lips. “This is a special moment for me...for us. You are an incredible man–”

“I am not a man,” he mumbled against her fingers.

“Don’t mince my words, you beast. You are special to me. And I can’t think of anyone else I’d want to share that piece of myself with, than you. Now–” she said in a smoldering tone, and lightly pinched the erect tip of his right nipple between her fingers. “Come back to bed. I want to try another position.”

For several hours, Elena and Zander explored new and various ways of showing each other their love without penile penetration. Though she asked many times, Zander refused to put his cock in her. The intimate muscles of her body resisted the intrusion of his fingers when he slid one of them into her sheath, no matter how wet her passage became, so he knew the girth of his cock would not fit inside her.

Now, near exhaustion, they lay quiet on the top of the bed.

“Tell me of your first love,” Elena said softly.

Zander laced his fingers in her hair, enjoying the weight of her body atop his. “Princess Aceline?”

“She wasn’t your first love?” Elena raised her head to look into his eyes.

Zander nodded. “She was. It was the spring of my eighteenth year,” he said, and gently pushed her head back down onto his chest. Elena felt so good in his arms that he never wanted this moment to end. “She was in her seventeenth, and was the eldest of the king’s three daughters. At the time I thought I was in love, but I have had many, many years for reflection and though it took time, I now understand that wasn’t what we shared.” As he took a breath to continue, Elena’s soft snore stopped him.