Chapter 123 Celebrations pt 2
Duncan
We stumbled back into our suite a few hours later, laughing and leaning on each other after a night of dancing and revelry with our friends. As soon as the door shut behind us, I spun Seren around and backed her against the wall. She looked ethereal in her ceremony gown, and I had been fighting the urge to get it off her all night. Bringing my face down to hers, I nuzzled her cheek before I took her lips with mine.
She opened to me, her movements feverish as her tongue met mine stroke for stroke, an erotic dance that previewed what was to come. Her hands were buried in my hair, fingers digging through and knocking loose the leather tie that held it back. My hands roamed over her curves until they settled at her hips. I gripped her, lifting her up, her legs wrapping around my waist as I continued to plunder her mouth. She whimpered, little moans at the back of her throat that ratcheted up my need for her tenfold.
I turned, Seren in my arms, and walked us to the bedroom. She broke the kiss, feathering little butterfly kisses along my neck and jaw as I crossed the distance. When I reached the bed, I tossed her down, settling myself over her as she quivered with need.
"I've wanted to do this since you walked onto that stage, little mate. You're so beautiful, you take my breath away." This time, I kissed her reverently, dropping soft pecks from her lips to her bare shoulder. I tugged the sleeve down on her other side before I realized I still needed to unlace her if I wanted to get this dress off in one piece. "I don't suppose you'd be okay with me just ripping this?"
"Absolutely not!" She sat up. "I love this dress. No tearing!"
"Fine," I grumbled, turning her and dealing with the lacing. Once that was done, I helped her step out of it only to be struck dumb.
She stood in front of me now, still in her heels, wearing nothing but a few straps of satin and lace. She was decadence personified. I fell to my knees in front of her, hands whispering up her sides, gently caressing her as I worshipped her like the princess she was. I leaned in, pressing my lips to her stomach, the soft, smooth skin heavy with her scent. Pulling her to me, palming the firm curve of her ass, I tore her panties aside with my teeth and gave her one quick lick.
Her knees buckled, but I was ready for it. I stood, lifted her again, and placed her back on the bed before resuming my position. I yanked her thong off completely and spread her legs, her silver heels landed on my shoulders as I dove in. With a lick from her entrance to her clit, I rolled the little bud gently between my teeth. I slowly inserted one finger, then two, as I worked her in preparation for my cock. Each thrust of my fingers brought forth a low moan, the sound only causing the ache in my dick to increase.
I kept up my assault, licking and sucking gently as I continued to dip into her slick channel, wringing those sexy little sounds from her. Each nibble, each kiss, each twist of my fingers brought her higher and higher. The orgasm rolled over her as I sucked her clit into my mouth. Her back bowed off the bed as she crested the peak, her moan long and low as she succumbed to the pleasure I'd just given her. Her walls gripped my fingers, juices flowing, until she finally lay flat, her body spent from bliss.
I spent a moment gently caressing her as she recovered, moving up beside her on the bed, gazing down at her flushed face and closed eyes. When they finally fluttered open, she smiled at me, love shining in her eyes. "You're not done yet, are you?" she teased.
I shook my head. As I nuzzled her neck, I said, "Just waiting for you to get your second wind, little wolf."
She rolled, straddling me, her hair falling down around her face as she leaned forward and pressed her lips to mine. "Consider this your sign."
Her warm core settled above my cock, the heat almost blistering, before she reached between us and guided me into her. She inched down, and the urge to bury myself in her with one thrust was so strong that I had to grit my teeth. Her lips twisted into a smirk, knowing what she was doing to me, as she took another inch. She guided my hands to her breasts. I pushed her bra up, palming the soft flesh, pinching and rolling her nipples between my fingers.
Another breathy moan escaped her. She sank down onto my length, fully seated now, and rocked her hips. Her silky channel pulsed around me, and I couldn't hold back any longer. I rolled her so that she was on her back, her knees near her chest, and plunged into her, ravaging her body. Her moans turned to cries, each pleasure-filled scream music to my ears as I thrust harder, reaching one hand between us to flick her clit and send her over the edge one more time. With a cry, she came again, her tight channel squeezing me and pulling me over with her.
I collapsed to the side, pulling her against me, and we both slipped off into a well-satisfied sleep.