Cornelia Amiri/Druid Quest

Awestruck E Books

She pulled the tartan back and eased down on his sleeping furs. Her body molded to his as she curled up behind him. Her stomach and abdomen pressed against his smooth back, her arms outlined his. Fully nude, her body tingled with the need for his touch. She burned with want of her lover, her mate.
Sulwen knew he had awakened when he hoarsely rasped, "Are you a dream?"
"Nay ‘tis me in the flesh. I have come to lay with you on what may be our last night together in this life."
Rhys reached out and hugged her to him. The warmth of his firm body sparked a jolt of heat, pulsating through Sulwen. He rose over her and pressed his lips against her mouth. She curled her slender fingers under his firm chin. His skin was warm against her fingertips as she slid them down his neck and over his gold torc. Her breath quickened, close to panting. Heat spread through every fiber of her being. Every inch of her flesh had to touch him, now.
She ran her hands down his muscular back and clung tightly as she pressed her lips hard against his, needing more of him. He returned her kiss with the hunger of ages, and the fire in her leapt. Their lips twisted together. Her heart hammered. The tugging jerk of his mouth drove her mad. Her mind exploded. Like a burning flame, Sulwen needed more of Rhys to feed her fire.
Her hands roamed across the plane of his naked back as his palms slid over her flesh. The wet, moist place between her legs throbbed, burned, took control. She needed Rhys inside her. Now.
She pulled to her left, holding him tight. He turned with her so she now lay on top. Sulwen pushed up into a sitting position so she could gaze at his fully swollen sex, rock hard and erect like a lone standing stone betwixt his muscular thighs. Sulwen’s finger danced down the firm, soft length. Like magic his phallus grew larger at her touch.
Wrapping her fist around the hard flesh, she slid her hand up and down as she stared at the beauty of Rhys’s long stone. She moved her hand faster. Rhys let out a low groan.
Sulwen drew in a sharp breath. Bending her head down, she kissed the mushroom tip of his hard arousal. Opening her mouth, she slid it down his erection until he was fully inside. The flesh was hot and smooth. It tasted musky, delicious. She slid her mouth up and down, worshiping his phallus stone.
The moist place between her legs throbbed. Her eyes darted to his face. His lids were half closed as she drove him to a frenzy. He burst in her mouth. With the tangy taste of his juices on her tongue, she slid her lips off his sex.
Gazing at his moist phallus, she straddled his muscular thighs. Sulwen lowered her sex onto the top of his. She wrapped her hand around his sex. The muscle hardened beneath her fingertips and enlarged at her touch. Tenderly, her hand guided him inside until she covered him, like a mound of earth over a standing stone.
Sulwen's pelvis swung back and forth as she drew him in then rocked forward, matching his hard thrusts. Leaning her head back, a squeal of pleasure escaped her lips. She bounced upon him in an unbridled ride of wild pleasure. Her sex squeezed, twisted, and ground his powerful flesh. Burning up in a wild fire, she quickened the pace. Breathless pants turned to rapt shrieks as she burst into a million red-hot sparks.
In one fluid motion, Rhys flipped her over so she lay beneath him. He drove into her heated core. Each jab struck Sulwen with the power of a lightening bolt. She crossed her long legs against his back and thrust forward with all her might. Rhys moaned in ecstasy. Sweat beaded his brow. Flaming, burning, Sulwen exploded like the volcano on the Isle of Man, covered with sweat, yet satisfied and well loved.