A Court of Light and Fire

Chapter 11

The next morning, sunlight leaked through the open window as the soft caress of fingers along Alina's spine lulled her awake. They drifted down over the curve of her rear, now completely bare from Azriel's borrowed shirt shifting upwards during the night. His fingers continued their path down her outer thigh, softly kneading, until they stopped just before her knee and pulled her leg up and over his muscular body. Azriel moved his hand back onto her ass as he pushed her hips into his. Alina gasped quietly as she felt every hard inch of him pressed against her core. She opened her eyes finally and peered up at his face, framed with his dark, messy hair and still relaxed from their night of sleep.

"Morning," he said, his voice a deep rumble. She watched his eyes roam down her body, taking in the shirt that was now bunched around her middle. His grip on her ass tightened when he saw her naked and pressed against him.

"Morni-"

"I want you." He hoisted her body over him until she straddled his hips, pinning himself down on the mattress. She could scent his arousal growing, as if the rock hard length below her wasn't indication enough. She unbuttoned the clasps of Azriel's shirt around her wings and slipped it off until she was sitting on top of him completely naked and glowing in the orange light of the rising sun. She traced a finger over the swirls of tattoo on his chest, dipping it down over his abdominal muscles and tracing the grooves between them.

"What about all the people in this house? They'll hear us." Despite her words, she ground her hips against his, eliciting a rumbling groan from him.

"We can be quiet." Lower and lower she traced her finger, until it danced playfully along the line of his pants. She ground her hips against him again, this time releasing a soft moan as she felt the much needed friction against her most sensitive spot. "Can we? I don't know..." She ground her hips again. Again. His knuckles around her hips had gone white, and she watched with evil satisfaction as a blush crept up his neck and stained his tan cheeks. She was enjoying the chance to set the pace way too much. Gods, the front of his pants were probably soaked from her already.

At that thought, she began undoing the clasps of his pants one at a time. She felt his gaze watching every deft move of her fingers, and when she got to the last button, his whole body froze in anticipation. She lifted herself enough to pull his pants down and almost gasped when his length sprang free. He was as beautiful and large as she'd shamelessly imagined. She wrapped her hand around his girth and began slowly stroking it to the rhythm of her hip thrusts. As she rubbed his cock faster, his eyes rolled into the back of his head and he let out a guttural moan.

The second the sound came out of his mouth, Alina's hand froze. "Ah, ah. Quiet," she taunted barely above a whisper. Frustrated that she'd stopped, he propped one arm behind his head and clamped his lips shut.

Alina saw the clear bead of liquid on the tip of his cock and wanted more than anything to taste it. She swallowed down her fear and nervousness as she slowly lowered her face and licked a long strip from the base of his cock to the tip, still kneading the hardened length of it between her fingers. Azriel's breath caught in his throat when she flicked the sensitive underside of the head with her tongue. She resumed tentative, slow swipes up and down his cock, savoring the feel and taste of him. And then, all at once, she plunged him into her mouth as far as she could take it. He managed this time to not make a sound, but his body still tensed and arched underneath her. She choked for a second at how deep in her throat he'd gone, but as she pumped up and down, picking up speed, she willed her throat to open and relax for him. She could take almost all of him, curse her gag reflex. She felt him shift and looked up to meet his eyes as she continued her movements.

"Fuck," he muttered almost too quiet for even Alina to hear as he threaded his fingers through her hair and held it out of her way. His other hand was now fisted in the sheets, knuckles white and with a grip threatening to rip them to shreds. Alina could tell his pleasure was building swiftly when his breath came out in hurried pants and his abdominal muscles started tensing. She released his cock with a slick pop and quickly replaced where her mouth had been with her hand. She used the other to reach up and trace down the inside of his wing in precisely the sensitive inner spot. Azriel's eyes shot closed and his brows scrunched in pleasure as his cock shuddered and spurted ropes of cum onto his hardened stomach. Alina continued pumping him with her hand until he'd released every last drop, and when he finally opened his eyes once more, in one final act of bravery she bent down and licked all of it off his skin. She was surprised at the salty, yet not unpleasant taste of him. He continued breathing heavily as he lay there, watching her with unabashed awe.