The Primus Daughter

CHAPTER TWENTY-EIGHT

Vance's eyes widened but he was not sure if he was reacting to her grip on his budge which was already responding to the contact or he was reacting to the words that had left her mouth. His fangs bared themselves at his arousal.

She did not give him a chance to reply, not that his brain was processing enough to speak words as she moved closer and pressed her lips against his.

His response was instantaneous, one would think since his brain and thought process was literally in slow mode he would be slow to react. Lie! As soon as her lips made contact with his, he grabbed her closer literally pouncing on her.

He groaned in her mouth as she pushed her tongue deep into his mouth. Sucking on it, he slowly began to push his hands upward underneath her shirt. Her grip on his balls tightened a little, just enough to send the right amount of pleasure through him.

He wanted her on top of him immediately, her shirt and bra off so her tiddies would bounce on his chest and face as she rode him to oblivion.

The image was so strong he reacted and tried to take her shirt off, she let him. He did it so well that their lips only separated when the shirt had to pass through her head, dislodging not just their lips but her hand from his pants.

Their lips found each other almost immediately and Vance tossed her shirt away. His finger found his way to her back and unhooked her bra in one flick. She couldn't help but think he must have had more than enough practice.

However, the relief that came with freeing her tiddies wiped away her distracting thoughts. She moaned as his cold hands came to rest on them. He held them in his palms and using his thumbs he began to gently rub across the tips.

Selene felt her eyes roll backward behind her closed lids. She felt his hands slowly let go of her tiddies and make their way to her back and wrap his hands around her waist to push her closer.

"Not so fast," she muttered, breaking the kiss.

He smirked and gazed into her eyes. "I did not think that was fast in any way." His hands on her waist began to slide down her waist and into her shorts. He kept his gaze on her face as his hands made the journey downwards.

She bit the left side of her lower lip and stopped his hands. Then moved closer, close enough for a kiss then shifted towards his neck, Selene could tell he wasn't breathing. Sticking out her tongue, she gave it a lick and would have sworn Vance shook.

He leaned in closer as if expecting her to go for the kill but she didn't instead she whispered directly into his ears, "I don't remember giving you the reins." She was so close that he could not only feel her breath but he would swear that her lips touched him.

She pulled away, too quickly in his opinion. He tried to stop her by keeping a firm grip on her hands that held him but she didn't stay. He looked at her or at least tried to but her tiddies were the ones who had his attention.

He sat sprawled, his legs apart while she stood between them. He had not even been aware of when she left her seat and even right this moment he was completely and utterly distracted by movements and he loved it.

She gently placed her hands on his sides, swaying gently knowing fully well where his eyes were glued to and as they gently moved to the left and the right he found his gaze followed too.

He stretched out his hands wanting to grip them again but she prevented that by going for the button of his shorts. Her hands brushed the tip in the process and it took everything for him not to push her onto the kitchen table and take her right there after all it would not be the first time.

"You are enjoying this, aren't you?" He asked, painfully watching as she took her time with his shorts. It was just one button but one would think it was five.

"I have no idea what you're talking about." She murmured slowly, finally freeing the button but instead of unzipping it, she proceeded to run her nails over the zip.

Vance felt every vibration and bit the inside of his cheeks. He badly wanted to grab her but he could tell that wasn't the plan here. She smirked, obviously enjoying his discomfort and fight for control.

Finally, she freed him and he popped out like a little jack in a box. Her smirk widened at the sight of it, especially at the shining tip. She pulled the shorts from his waist and out his feet, and all the while this was happening he wanted to scream, leave the shorts, just grab me!

Eventually, she did and he took a deep breath as her palm went around it. Using her thumb she rubbed the tip using the Cowper's fluid as a lubricant. Vance froze as he felt himself fall into the sea of pleasure and just let the waves take him.

Her hand moved upward and she began to rub the tip, slowly moving in the upwards and downwards motion.

"Would you like me to taste you?" She asked with a straight face, her hand movement increasing.

Vance buckled, the image almost as strong as the act. Here he was sprawled on the chair with a woman between his legs and her hand on his stinger. He did not need a soothsayer to tell him he was willing to beg for her to go down on him and her eagerness to do so made her all the more sexy and turned him on fiercely.

"Would you like me to beg?" He asked, looking at her.