The door slammed shut behind them, closing them in a world of their own making where nothing existed but the incredible feelings singing between them. Letting her legs down, Ardeth backed her up against the door, pinning her against the wood. His was breathing fast and hard as he leaned heavily against her, pushing himself into the yielding softness of her body, their bodies pressed together from knees to chest. The feeling was so divine she gave a little moan in the back of her throat.
He delved his fingers into her hair, holding her head cradled in his large, powerful hands, and he took her mouth again in a hot slide of tongues that wrenched a deep groan from both of them. She could feel he was fully aroused, his erection feeling marble hard even through the robes, straining against her belly. Angelina whimpered into his mouth, squirming hungrily against him and tried to lift herself, wanting to cradle that thick ridge in the yielding notch between her legs.
He tore his mouth away from hers, gasping for breath, his chest rising and falling hard with each breath. Angelina licked her lips, tasting him on them, and tugged on the back of his neck to bring him back down to her. Ardeth obliged at once, his mouth hard and devouring as if he couldn't get enough of her, the rough scrape of his goatee adding another sensation to the thrills running up and down her spine. Her nipples rose hard and tight, throbbing with the need to be touched.
Ardeth cupped both of her breasts, roughly kneading them, and the relief was so acute that she made a small keening sound of both pleasure and want but only in the space of a heartbeat that wasn't nearly enough. He knew her need, for his was the same - he jerked open her blouse, sending buttons flying, the small popping sound sounding loud in the silent world they inhabited. A low growl emanated from his chest as he saw the silken chemise under it; barring him from her bare flesh. Impatiently tugging it from under the waistband of her skirt he shoved it up, baring the firm rise of her breasts to his hungry gaze and ravenous mouth. Ardeth wrapped one arm around her bottom and lifted her, his open mouth sliding down her chest, a damp path marking where his mouth had been. A taut nipple popped into his mouth and he sucked hard at it, working it against the roof of his mouth, simultaneously rubbing and tweaking her other nibble between his thumb and finger of his free hand, making her breasts prickle with sharp sensations that had her arching against him violently, inarticulate sounds coming from her mouth. He responded by holding her tighter, gripping her bottom and grinding his erection into the soft mound between her thighs, groaning deeply when she responded wildly, rubbing herself against him.
Angelina whimpered in protest when he abruptly took his mouth away from her and set her down but the whimper turned into a moan as he dropped on his knees in front of her and placing his hands on her hips, nuzzled his face against her stomach. His breath felt warm and moist through the thin layers of her skirt and panties as he rubbed against her like a cat. He planted a kiss on her stomach and looked up at her dark eyes glittering like onyx, silently asking, and receiving, her consent. Liquid heat pooled between her legs as she remembered how he'd made love to her that night - and to her mortification she discovered that the memory still had the power to make hot color flood her face. The grin Ardeth flashed at her as she blushed only made the color on her cheeks burn hotter. Winding his left hand in her skirt, Ardeth lifted it up and to the side while with the other hand he stripped her panties down her legs and made her step away from them. Then he set his mouth on her, lips and tongue working skillfully on her heated and moist womanly core, firing up all her nerve endings in a wild riot and she clutched at his broad shoulders to keep herself from falling under the onslaught of sensation. Gratefully she felt Ardeth's hands gripping her hips, supporting her as she felt herself sliding down the dark slippery tunnel of desire, inexorably hurtling towards climax, unable to hold back or even slow down under his expert ministrations. Half-heartedly she tried to stop him, torn between the desire to climax now and the need to feel him thrust inside her, leaving no part of her untouched. But he was too strong and determined and he knew her body so well. He brought her to the edge and kept her teetering there for an agonizing moment before he sent her over. Her body convulsed in his restraining hands and she held his head to the spot, her mouth opening in a silent scream as she plunged blindly into the abyss, arching against his skillful mouth as release pulsed through her entire body in great waves of pleasure.
Dazed from the force of her climax Angelina had barely had time to draw in a breath when Ardeth planted a last kiss on her belly and rose up swiftly. A muscle twitching in his jaw and face grim with arousal, he went to work with frenzied fingers on the fastenings of his belt and robes. Angelina leaned back against the hard wood and tried to catch her breath, but she was already shivering with anticipation - she wanted to feel him inside her, filling her, driving into her. She wanted him with a fierce hunger the climax hadn't satisfied at all; if anything it had only intensified her need. The leather belt - with scimitars and all - landed on the floor with a loud thud, but the knot tying the green sash refused to co-operate and he growled impatiently at it and then at her when she giggled at his fumbling.
"You do it, then."
Still chuckling, she pushed his hands away, and with only slightly trembling fingers undid the knot, unwound the sash from around his trim waist and let it too fell to the floor, already forgotten as they together attacked the lacings of his robes and pants, trading hungry kisses that inflamed their desires even further and played havoc on their self control. Angelina pushed the robes from his body, baring his lean muscular frame to her appreciative gaze. She had a second to roam her eyes over him, admiring the way he was put together, all aroused male, powerful and beautiful, then Ardeth braced her against the door again, pulling her thighs wide and pushing himself between them, his straining manhood pushing upwards, into the folds between her legs. Angelina's head fell back and her eyes closed; she heard her own panting breath as she waited in agonized anticipation for the hard thrust that would fill her emptiness.
Ardeth lifted her up and she hooked her legs around his waist. His hand went between their bodies, his fingers moving with sure knowledge over her slick yearning flesh. Unerringly he found her soft, wet opening and sank one finger deep into her. Angelina shuddered, her arms wrapping tight around his head as that long finger rasped exquisitely sensitive tissues and set off subterranean explosions of pleasure. Her inner muscles eagerly clasped the intruder, tightening, subtly caressing, and Ardeth swore with savage arousal and withdrew his finger, guiding the broad head of his penis into place.
"Look at me," his voice was hoarse almost beyond recognition.
"Look at me."
Their eyes met - hers wide, his fiercely narrowed - and locked and held as he entered her, thrusting hard and deep. She cried out in pleasure mixed with discomfort - even with the wetness of her climax to ease his way her body accepted him with almost as much difficulty as on their first time together weeks ago. She moaned, shuddering in his arms and he felt her body arch convulsively, in an instinctive effort to accept and adjust to him; he tried to control the movement but it was too late. The sharp, twisting movement impaled her on his rigid shaft, seating him to the hilt, and the hot gloving of her body made him feel like his entire body was exploding. Another low cry wrung from her, this time sharp with pleasure.
"Allah have mercy, you feel incredible," he said, voice grating through clenched teeth, his body held still and tight, desperately trying to keep what self control he still had but he could feel it slipping from him; the undisguised heat in Angelina's eyes pulling him in and the hot, moist, silken glove of her body inviting him to lose himself in her like a siren call.
Angelina's breath came in short choppy pants. The initial pinching discomfort of his entry had faded and now she felt like she was burning up. He filled her so wonderfully, so blissfully thick and hard inside her she thought she would die if he moved - and surely go mad if he
didn't
move
.
She felt so hot, glowing, the blood boiling in her veins. She tightened her legs around his hips and flexed her inner muscles around his manhood, trying to pull him deeper. Ardeth's entire body flexed and with a guttural sound his hips surged upwards, plunging so deep she gave a helpless scream of pleasure and desire, and in the fierce dark depths of his eyes she saw his control shatter.
He took her with powerful thrusts that made her entire body shudder and initiated a wild response within her. With every upward thrust the heat and tension inside her spiraled, ever tighter and higher, and she moved sinuously with him as they strained for that ultimate pinnacle of ecstasy together. Ardeth briefly freed one hand and reaching down opened the protective fold to expose the little sexual nub that was the center of her delight. He hoisted her a little and spreading her thighs even wider moved deep into her so that he pressed hard against the little nub, and then he began again to thrust. Lightning speared through her body, gathering between her legs. She climaxed hard and fast, sobbing and crying out with the force of her release, her body convulsing and shuddering in his restraining hands. The rhythmic pulsing and squeezing of her silken sheath on his plunging shaft drove Ardeth to the precipice. With a steel-like grip, knowing he would leave marks on her tender flesh but unable to prevent himself, he kept her hips still and thrust hard, once, twice, three times and exploded, spilling his seed deep within her. He bucked heavily, his head thrown back and his neck corded as he shook and pulsed, reaffirming his claim on her. A deep, harsh groan rumbled up from his chest, repeated again and again in time with his pumping hips as he rode out the waves of white hot pleasure, until he stilled completely and sagged heavily in her arms, the wooden door nearly completely supporting them both.
