Page 69 of The Ice Prince's Fated Mate
I pushed it to his mouth, hissing with delight as he took it between his lips, sucking and licking it until my head fell back.
His hand slid down from my breast, across my ribs, over my stomach and between my legs. When he encountered my panties, already wet from the excitement, he rumbled delightedly but didn’t stop.
Long fingers pressed the fabric down, putting pressure on my lips through it and teasing me with tiny sparks of a deeper, needier sort of pleasure. One I’d buried for so long I’d completely forgotten what it felt like.
The stroke of one finger down the center of me was the crack in the dam. His hot breath and lips on my neck widened it further, until I was quivering, desperate for more.
When he finally slid his finger under my panties and touched my slick opening up to my clit, I moaned loud and long, clasping his head and pulling it in tightly to my body. His arm tightened around me, holding me firm. It was a subtle reminder of the strength of his muscles, so different from the gentle nature of his strokes as he drew slow circles around my throbbing clit.
There was no holding it back. I was woefully unprepared for how good it felt, the touch of my mate between my legs, teasing my most sensitive areas while our almost naked bodies touched together.
“Dirk, I’m going to come,” I whispered in his ear.
He growled loudly into my neck. “Do it. Come for me, my mate. Let go.”
It wasn’t a matter of letting go because it was happening no matter what. My jaw fell open, and I sucked in air, my muscles flexing and tightening down as he continued to rub my clit.
I came in his arms, twisting and writhing, my legs little more than rubber in the moment. The pleasure rushed out from between my legs, punishing my body as I cried out over and over again.
The warmth followed, but it was banished swiftly as Dirk continued his motions. His fingers danced against me, spreading my lips, finding my hole, teasing it, and returning to my clit until I was a panting, whimpering, soaked mess.
That’s when he made me come a second time. He laid me back onto a table so I could relax into it. He fingered me and played with my clit, and I stood no chance. Once more I came while he watched with greedy eyes, drinking in my bared body.
And then, when I thought I was done, he rubbed just inside my opening, finding my spot there and driving me over the edge one more time. I clenched my legs around his waist, twitching violently from the beautiful agony of being made to come.
I lay there, his hands moving to hold my legs while I recovered, basking in the cloudlike floating warmth of the afterglow.
My shin bumped against something, a reminder of the one-sided nature of our interaction. I sat up on the table and eyed the bulge between his legs, noting the wet spot near the tip. A clear sign of how turned on he was by me.
Nervous but determined not to be a leech of any sort, I reached toward his cock.
Just like in my dream, Dirk’s fingers encircled my wrists, holding them tightly and stopping me short.
“Not tonight,” he whispered, leaning in to kiss me softly but plenty thoroughly.
My head was still swimming when he pulled away.
“We’ve pushed you far enough,” he added. “More than I intended to, truthfully. I know you aren’t completely comfortable with me, with this, yet, and I don’t want to overdo it.”
“But, Dirk,” I said, looking at his cock. “You’re so hard. You need it.”
“Trust me,” he said, tilting my chin upward. “I don’t need it. I want it incredibly badly. I wantyou, incredibly badly. But, El, I want you when you’re ready. When you’ve processed this and chosen it ahead of time. Not when it’s all spurred on by the heat, passion, and intensity of the moment, not to mention our dragons.”
“Oh.”
“Then, when you’re truly ready, when you want it at all times, when you want me truly and completely, I will take you. I will fill you. And I will make you scream my name until your voice is gone and the orb is bright and the night is behind us, filled with nothing more than your pleasure, and us together.”
I licked my lips, trying to swallow against the giant lump in my throat.
“But my hope, my desire, myneed, is eternity with you. That is a long time.”
“Forever,” I said.
He grinned. “Quite right. And because of that, I can wait longer in the here and now.” His eyes ran over my almost naked body, taking it all in. “Trust me when I say you’ve given me more than enough tonight to be … happy.”
That was one way to describe using the memory of my body to jerk off, but I was okay with it. Somehow, in some way, hearing my mate say he was going to pleasure himself to the thought of me was wildly fulfilling in a way it would never be from someone else.
I wanted to actively do something, however, regardless of how sexy his words made me feel. I wanted to participate in tonight. Somehow. But he wouldn’t let me touch him.
