Page 72 of Up In Flames
With a smile, Ara undid my trousers, then pushed them down. He followed them to the floor and into a kneel. Then, as he stared up at me, he eased my undershorts down, over my straining cock. It bobbed past the waistband eagerly, and Ara licked his lips.
“Oh, Goddess!” I exclaimed as he sucked me into his mouth. “Ara.” I slid my hands through his hair. “I was afraid I'd never see you again, not the real you. And now, here you are . . . right . . . before . . . me,” I moaned the last word.
Aranren sucked at me and licked, taking his time to savor every inch and even tongue the hole at the tip of my shaft. My balls lifted and my muscles clenched, including those in my hands. Ara sensed every inch of my erotic climb and drew back when I got too close to the top. Nuzzling my balls and the base of my shaft, he grinned up at me. Then he licked his finger and found my entrance.
“Oh, fuck!” My head went back as Ara massaged the ring of muscles back there.
Gently, Aranren pushed, sliding only an inch in before retreating. As he stood, he drew his hand back up, under my balls, then along my dick. Holding out his hand—the one without the manacle—he said, “I will take you after you have bound us in love.”
Shivering, I stared into his icy eyes. They weren't cold anymore. Now, they were more like Xae's—pale yet full of heat. But Ara was as different from Xae as he could get. He gave me something none of my lovers did. I loved being inside him. But could I form the bond like that? Or did he need to be inside me? The answer shivered in my chest. This wasn't about sex. It was about love.
And I loved Aranren no matter how we had sex.
“As you wish, Ara.” I let him lead me to the massive, four-poster bed, draped in indigo silk.
That dark silk was the perfect backdrop for Aranren's beauty, making him shine. He drew down the covers, then climbed atop the mattress, getting onto his hands and knees. The wealth of his hair slid to either side of him and puddled on the bed.
“No,” I said as I joined him. “We don't have to rush. Come here, Ara.”
Aranren rose to his knees, and I moved to kneel before him, hands already reaching for his sleek body. He was so slender compared to my other lovers, and I adored that. He was delicate and strong all at once. Our lips met, groans vibrating through our sensitive flesh, and love surged between us. I could feel my magic rising already, eager to make him mine. But I didn't want to rush this. I should have. I should have been desperate to get him protected, but my heart said to take it slow. And I always followed my heart.
As we kissed, my hands sank into Ara's glorious hair, and we fell sideways together onto the pillows. Bodies writhing in beautiful pleasure, we gloried in the feel of each other's skin, hands, and cocks. I found his ass and squeezed. Kneaded. Slid a finger over his entrance. Felt the puckered ring. Ara shuddered.
Breathless, I eased out of our kiss to look at Ara, “I love you. Whatever happens, know that I want this. I want to be with you forever.”
Aranren's eyes went glossy, but he blinked away the tears. “No one has . . . Ember, I've longed for a love like ours, one that could survive Death.”
“And keep you safe from him.” I stroked his hair. “I will, Ara. I promise. Once you're mine, you won't have to be afraid anymore.”
“Take me away from him, Ember. Make me yours.” Ara kissed me, pouring all of his love through his lips and tongue. Through the undulations of his body and sweeping motions of his hands.
I felt it come from every inch of him. And I couldn't resist it. It was time.
Easing back slowly, drawing away from Aranren's lush lips, I kissed my way across his chest and pushed him onto his back. Ara smiled at me serenely as he spread his legs around me. I rolled my body, moving my stomach against his cock, feeling the moisture atop it spread. As if I were starving, I sucked at the pink bead of his nipple. Having him in my mouth made my cock mimic his and weep for him. I needed to get inside him, needed it like air, and it was such an unusual sensation. Only Ara brought this out of me.
“Ember,” Ara whispered and grabbed the back of his legs to pull them out to the sides, opening himself for me. “I love you. Make us one.”
I rose to my knees and stared down at the erotic picture he made. Those slim legs pulled open in need. That cock, long and hard, blushed at the tip. The heavy sacs beneath, dusted in golden hair. His beautiful face with that pale gaze locked on mine. And there, down below, his pink entrance.
I dove between his cheeks and lapped at it, getting it sloppy-wet. So wet that it dripped. When Ara groaned and pulled his legs even further back, I slid my tongue inside him. Thrust it as deep as I could.
“Ember!” Ara cried.
With a moan, I drew my tongue up him, under his pale, pretty balls, then over his shaft. I sucked that glorious length into my mouth, tonguing the tip before bobbing down it. All the while, Ara held himself open and shuddered, his head rolling and hair sweeping around him. By the time I had my fill of his cock, I needed to wet his entrance again.
“No need, my love,” Ara said as if reading my mind. “I'll prepare myself.” But then he frowned. “Oh. Yes, I forgot. I don't have magic.”
“Not that kind of magic,” I said softly. Then I crouched to nestle between his lower cheeks again.
As I licked him into readiness, Ara pulled on his legs and wriggled. Finally, he cried, “Stop teasing me and take me!”
As if my body belonged to him, I shot to my knees, positioned myself at Ara's opening, and slid into him without hesitation. We cried out together, but I pulled back immediately so I could thrust again, getting deeper. Only when I was fully lodged inside Ara did I lean down, taking his legs over my arms as I'd seen my lovers do to me. The weight was more than I expected, but I settled into the lean and began to pump.
“Ara,” I murmured and brushed my lips over his. “I love you.”
“I love you, my Ember.” He wrapped his arms around me. “I've been waiting so long for you.”
Aranren's words summoned the memory of my arrival at his fortress. When I was under Death's control. When we both were. But he had fought free to protect me. He said those words to me then, or something similar, but he didn't mean them. Or maybe he did. He just didn't know how true they were. Neither of us could have known what we'd become to each other in such a short time.
