Sunday Morning Smexy: The Faery Truth

Here’s something to get you all in the mood to deal with your Sunday. Here’s some smexiness from The Faery Truth, my current WIP and Book Two in the Tonawanda Faery Tales a series that I’m co-authoring with author Cherie Noel. Enjoy!

That was the last coherent thought I had before my brain short-circuited as one of Philip’s hands went to the front of my black slacks and flicked open the button there and slid down my zipper. I moaned into his mouth as his fingers squeezed my throbbing erection tightly and my hips thrust forward. I lifted my hands up into his hair and shivered as the strands wrapped around my fingers as if to keep me from ever leaving the heat of Philip’s body. Philip’s hands pushed down my boxer briefs—what an amazing piece of cloth they were as well, I felt like all of my private parts were wrapped in a snug, soft piece of heaven—and my slacks, without breaking our kiss.

His hands on my ass, lifting me up in the air as I kicked off my shoes, slacks and boxer briefs, were like heaven. I wrapped my legs around his waist and whimpered happily as he lifted me up onto the dining room table. I heard the buttons on my black button down shirt rip as Philip divested me of the silk item Thomas had recently bought for me. I bit down gently on Philip’s bottom lip and pulled slightly, thrilling at the groan he gave me. When I released his lip from my teeth we both froze for a moment. Only the sounds of our panting filled the room, though the distant noises of a usual Tonawanda night: the off-key singer over at Club 55 singing Cee-Lo’s “Fuck You” could be heard even at Philip’s place, the drunken revelry sounded muted. They were the sounds of humanity, and to me, in this place, staring up into Philip’s eyes they were the bass beat to the song of our lovemaking, with its own dominant chords, high C’s, and harmonies. I closed my eyes and tilted my head back, allowing the sound of it all, this fated moment, the rapid thumping of Philip’s heart, in sync with my own, to trail over my skin. My cock throbbed along with the beat and when I lifted my head and opened my eyes I saw the sharp emerald gaze of my future lover staring back into my own. His chest rose and fell rapidly and I could feel the lust inside of me ignite brighter and hotter and my second sight kicked in at the same time as Philip’s frantic need to possess me. There was something about being naked while he was still clothed that was erotic and naughty, but it was so much better when I ripped open his own button down shirt as he quickly yanked down his pants.

The fires of our mating blazed red now, swirling around us, filling the room and making us hotter. I needed to feel him in me. I didn’t care if it hurt all I knew is that I yearned for him. I ached to feel him pounding his way inside of me.

“I need you Philip. Now. Please.” The first words I’d spoken since we’d kissed and they were a plea for him to take me. To claim me. It was fitting.

My hands smoothed their way up over his lightly furred chest as he growled low in his throat. His green eyes darkened as he stared at me and with a flash his hand reached up for the back of my head and buried themselves in the shorter, but still longish and thick, black locks. He yanked my head back and lowered his lips to my throat biting down hard on the side of my neck, sucking the abused flesh with a hard sucking motion and I imagined the feel of his mouth on my cock and I trembled. I knew I would bare a mark on my neck when he was done, but if the contented whimpers he was making was anything to go by, it was all worth it.

Philip’s other hand reached out to grab the bottle of oil that was still on the table and he knelt down between my legs. This part I understood. I knew what happened next. Spreading my legs, I tilted my head back and struggled to clear the haze from my brain so that I could detach myself from the entire process. While living as a female Fae, having sex was always enjoyable up until the point of penetration because it was then that the feeling of complete wrongness seemed to settle within me. Now I knew why, but old habits were hard to break.

As if sensing my hesitation, nervousness and possible withdrawal, Philip’s fingers, now coated with oil, rubbed and pressed on the tightly puckered entrance of my ass even as his mouth descended on the furiously red head of my cock which was leaking copious amounts of pre-cum onto the flat planes of my abdomen.

“Oh. Oh! Gods alive. Nnngghh uuunngghh,” I moaned and began babbling as Philip’s mouth and tongue worked wonders on my cock. His tongue lightly traced around the head of my prick, even as his mouth sucked on the shaft furiously as if he were determined to suck out all the cum from my body.

Philip pressed one finger in my hole and the muscles in my ass tensed, then relaxed as he paused to allow me to adjust to the one finger and began bobbing his head up and down my cock. I became lost in the amazing feelings of my cock in his mouth and his fingers in my ass as one finger became two and two fingers became three. I was spinning out of control in my desire for him, my yearning to have him within me, and I didn’t know whether to thrust up, to embed my cock more fully in his mouth or to press down and impale his fingers more firmly in my ass.

Philip’s fingers turned slightly as he began thrusting the three fingers in and out of my ass faster, deeper, harder and grazed over something inside of my ass that was so amazing I saw a bright flash of white before my vision exploded in bright neon colors.

“HOLY FUCK!”

Philip’s chuckle around my cock as I exploded with the profanity sent tremors through my entire body as his fingers continued to graze the spot of pure nirvana in my ass.

“C’mon baby. Give it to me,” he ordered as he lifted his mouth from dick.

“Give. You. What?” I panted out. Then I felt it. A tingle at the base of my spine. It wrapped itself around my spinal column and shot up into my brain before exploding throughout my entire body. It was fire and ice, thunder and lightning, electricity and heat—gods, so much heat—as I slammed my head back against the table under me as I screamed out Philip’s name at the top of my lungs. I couldn’t tell if the brilliant lights exploding behind my closed lids came from the hard knock my brain had just sustained or if it was from the terrifying, all-consuming orgasm that ripped my body apart and turned it inside out.

Just when I didn’t think it could get any better, I became distantly aware of Philip collecting my cum and spreading it over his cock. His hand trembled slightly as he pressed the head of his cock into my relaxed ass. I groaned simultaneously with him as he slowly pressed into my ass until he bottom out. Once he was fully seated inside of me, I looked up at him with new eyes. Having sex had never felt like this to me before. Not once. My body felt so full, and I felt so complete and whole as Philip slowly dragged his cock out of my chute before pressing back into me slowly. I moaned and clutched his head as he slowly and tenderly began to fuck me. My legs, which had been resting on the table, lifted to wrap around his waist as he pulled me to the edge of the table and his thrusts began to speed up slightly.

As the head of his cock grazed over the piece of nirvana in my ass, I felt my spent cock begin to stir and grow hard again. I knew I had a quick recovery time but this was short even for me.

“Fuck baby, you’re so tight and gorgeous,” Philip’s voice was raspy as his hips slowed and began to stroke his cock slowly in my ass again. He rolled his hips and I whined his name. My mate was a fucking god. As if he could sense my complete surrender to the wonder that was his cock, Philip’s rhythm sped up once again and he began to drive his cock in and out of my ass hard and fast.

I felt the table moving, the legs scraping across the floor as Philip fucked my ass like a wild beast. The snarls, growls and whimpers coming from the both of us adding accuracy to the statement.

“Shitshitshitshitshitshit,” Philip panted out and I knew he was close to coming as his rhythm grew frenzied and choppy. Not to be outdone my own orgasm rapidly approached and like Olympic synchronized swimmers we both fell headlong into our orgasms, our voices shouting to the heavens as we exploded into each other’s arms, becoming reformed as one as we descended back to Earth.