Sorcerer's Treasure Ch. 04

Her rhythm gradually increased, and with subtle cues, Cedric taught her different ways to move about on him as well as a couple of techniques to make the riding easier since the position could be wearying on a woman trying it for the first time.

She gained confidence, and her movements became fiercer and surer, her breasts bouncing up and down, the dusky nipples doing a hypnotic dance that had him mesmerized when her bobbing cock wasn't what held his attention.

Her movements increased to a hard and fast rhythm, anything that could jiggle or bounce on her body doing just that, making for a sight Cedric knew he would never forget, and would also ensure happened again and again in the future. Finally, he thrust up his hips and roared in pleasure as he exploded within her, cum leaking out of her after several seconds as she continued riding him. Momentarily, his fingers dug into her hips before he relaxed his grip, feeling her clench around him as she slowed her rhythm. Between her clenches and gradual decrease in her bounces, his orgasm was nicely drawn out, her eyes half-lidded as she looked down at him.

He cupped her face as he felt the tremble of her hands against his chest.

"That was perfect Delia..." he stroked her cheek with his thumb lovingly and then ran some of her hair through his fingers.

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Delia shivered in pleasure as she looked down at him, feeling his other hand slide down her breasts and stomach to gently pump her. "I had no idea... that people were capable of giving, or feeling such intense pleasure." she breathed, smelling the mixed scent of perfume, incense, sweat, and sexual musk as she lowered herself. She was now propped up on her elbows instead of her hands, so she could touch his face and neck, still holding him inside of her, her cock snug in his hand as she raised her head to kiss his chin and jaw lightly.

"And I will share it with you, and only you," he assured her. His pumping became firmer, and she was happy that he didn't try to delay her orgasm this time. She came in his hand, some of it spilling onto his stomach in the process, not that he seemed to care. She whined and twisted around on him in the throes of her pleasure as he finished the job before drawing away his hand and licking his fingers.

Gently, he eased her off him, and she fell onto the bedding, slumped in pleasure and exhaustion. "I need rest now, darling. I am exhausted."

"You're the one who started all this!" she reminded him with a cute little pout as she leaned back to look at him. He was an alluring sight, practically oozing masculinity. What woman – or even some men – wouldn't want this in their bed?

"Yes I did start all of this...and now you have ended it for this evening..." he said with a soft chuckle as he stroked his goatee, looking at her. "But only for this evening, of course," he added, wagging his finger at her.

"Only if you don't torment me next time," she pleaded.

"Perhaps if I am in a generous mood, release will come to you easily," he promised. She hmphed at that and started to roll away, and his laugh met her ears.

"Come now, don't be like that." He pulled her close, and tugged up a blanket to encase them in warmth. "Rest, and know you are safe here, always."