Slowly, Ivy slid to her knees on the thick carpet of moss, kissing her way down the cobbled ridges of his belly, looking up to catch his glowing gaze as her breath washed across the flared head of his shaft.
There was a savage light burning in his eyes, need and hunger warring with adoration. Ivy rubbed her cheek up and down the thick, pulsing stalk, feeling the pump of blood, the heat radiating from his skin.
She felt magic all around her, but it was her own feminine power that made her body tingle and throb when the breath heaved out of him at the first swipe of her tongue along the silky soft, engorged flesh.
He filled her mouth and stretched her lips wide, thick and heavy, hard and hot. So very hot. Electricity sizzled through her, the hunger driving her to suck and lave at him, to worship him with her mouth.
Uriah hissed and groaned, the muscles in his thighs hard as granite, trembling while he fought to hold still. She could taste him getting closer, the droplets of pre-come salty on her tongue. He said her name in warning, panting now, struggling. Ivy released him with one last lick, urging him to catch his breath.
“Lie down for me.”
He obeyed, feeding her a ragged groan when she threw a leg over his waist, leaning forward to touch her lips to his. Ivy cradled his jaw in one hand, feeling the muscles in his throat flexing as they devoured one another.
His hands roamed her body, gripping tight on her backside, pushing up along her back to fist in her hair, his hips bucking as she lowered herself down to catch his cock between her legs.
She rocked her hips, coating his shaft with her arousal, doing a little bit of moaning herself to feel how he split her delicate lips apart, the thick vein pulsing along the underside of his shaft stimulating her most intimate flesh.
It was exquisite torture, using his body to rouse herself even further, tilting her pelvis to make sure her clit got plenty of friction, and when she slid up high enough for him to kiss her opening, Ivy didn't hesitate to push back and take him deep, all the way to the hilt in one glorious glide.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Ivy sat up with a toss of her head, her golden hair exploding free of the knot she'd put it up in. It spilled down her back to tickle his thighs, framing her body in a wild cape of gold.
Her nails pricked at his chest, her pussy clamping around him so tight he saw stars, the silky wet walls of her channel milking and rippling as she pushed the final few inches down.
When she started to rock, Uriah swelled, thicker and larger than he ever remembered himself being.
As she rode slowly, Ivy drew her hands down his chest, across his belly, and down to where she was impaled upon him. Her fingertips skimmed the base of his cock where it split her so very wide, and moved upward to circle her clit before continuing up her inner thighs.
He watched, completely entranced, feeling as though she pulled his soul out of his body and into herself.
Ivy curved her hands over the backs of his, where he so tightly gripped her hips. He struggled not to lift her up and slam her down over him again and again until he selfishly found relief. To wait. To hold on until she gave the word.
Up she stroked, over her belly, her chest, cupping her breasts. She lingered there a moment, grinding down, twisting her hips in tight circles while she plucked at her nipples. Her skin shimmered in the fading light, literally glowing.
Captivated by her, Uriah watched in absolute awe as she released her breasts to move her palms up over her collar bones, up her throat, her cheeks, her brow, and reached overhead with both hands, up toward the stars.
Her breath came in ragged gasps as she quickened her pace, the pleasure overtaking her, the strong muscles in her thighs bunching as she rode up and down with exquisite purpose, building something between them that left him unsure whether or not he would survive the experience.
Pleasure pulsed through every cell in his body, the piercing ecstasy building and gathering, the pressure intensifying to the point where he expected to see lightning streak away from them.
Uriah hung on by a thread; his muscles clenched hard against giving in too soon, fighting against his nature to take control. To flip her over and drive her into the ground until both of them screamed and writhed with the crushing release.
Ivy smiled down at him, her eyes glittering like emeralds, lit from within by her newfound power. She was a goddess in that moment, calling forth something from inside him he hadn't known existed.
A gust of wind whipped up around them, lifting the ends of her hair, cooling the sweat on his body. He felt the ground beneath him ripple like they were on a water bed, the breath sawed in and out of his lungs, and the blood pounded through his veins. Pressure built at the base of his spine until he was sure he couldn't hold on a moment longer.
“Kiss me,” Ivy whispered.
Uriah sat up immediately, the change in angle driving him deeper, making both of them groan and cry out. Ivy picked up the pace, her arms twisted around his shoulders, threading her fingers through his hair, their kisses almost as wild and frenzied as her churning hips.
He felt the first flutters of her impending orgasm, the tight squeeze of scorching hot, soft, silky wet flesh pulling him to the very brink. He growled her name in warning, feeling the come boiling in his balls, his sac drawn up so tight against his cock it bordered on pain.
“Let go.” The sound of the words hadn't died on her lips before he was coming in violent, gut-searing bursts. Like a fire hose with a kink in it that had finally been straightened, the release so intense he went blind for a moment; the only light he could see was the glow of Ivy's beautiful skin.
Her own orgasm was like the fist of the Goddess surrounding him, insisting on pulling forth every drop of life he had to give.
It was the single most intense experience of his life.
When his sight cleared, Uriah once again lay prone on the mossy ground, weak as a newborn kitten with his astoundingly gorgeous mate above him. Ivy stood slowly, biting into her bottom lip, her face twisting with pleasure as his spent cock slid from inside her.
A sensual smile curved her kiss-stung lips, her breasts swayed with every step, and her palms hovered flat, facing the ground.
It was an erotic sight to behold, watching his seed trickling down her thighs as she walked a circle around his prone body, spiraling out in wider and wider circles.
He was too weak to get up and follow her, but his bear was right there, rolling out of him with an eager groan to pad after his mate as she took a leisurely stroll around the yard. The bear liked the smell of their mating and was willing to follow her to the ends of the earth if that's where she was headed.
“There's my handsome bear,” she greeted, reaching up to curl her fingers in his fur, walking alongside him. “Will you share your territory with me?”
The bear gave an agreeable chuff, which made his mate happy. His mate should always be happy, never scared or worried about the invisible creatures lurking in their woods. They would show their faces eventually, and when they did, he would be there to destroy them.
Together, they walked the perimeter, where the wildflowers met the forest a trail of white flowers with deep purple centers pushed up from the center of Ivy’s footprints.
When she was done, the bear retreated to allow his human half to climb the stairs with Ivy to their den.
They showered together, shared the quiet intimacy of drying one another, a dozen soft kisses passing between them on their way to bed. Uriah crawled in after Ivy, wrapping his arms around her when she laid her cheek over his heart, her arm across his waist, her thigh thrown over his.