Flight Of Fate

Chapter Eighteen - Strategies And Plans

Kira sighed in her sleep as she rolled against a warm, hard body. Her senses gradually became aware of Thranduil tucked in at the back of her, one arm tightly around her waist, one leg wrapped around hers, and the very large erection that pressed tightly against her buttocks.

The erection that throbbed and twitched.

"Thranduil?" she murmered sleepily.

"Mmm," he murmered back. "Go back to sleep."

She rolled over to face him and snuggled against his warm, bare chest. "I don't want to," she whispered. A soft kiss touched his skin. A deep rumble echoed from the depths of his chest, and the hard flesh pressed against her stomach throbbed more. His arms tightened around her and his hands splayed across the breadth of her back.

"You should go back to sleep."

She kissed higher up his chest and pulled herself up. Her mouth moved along the smooth skin of his neck. "I don't want to."

His upper torso expanded against the swell of her breasts as he inhaled deeply. "It is late," he mumbled. "You have had a long, stressful day, sweetheart."

"And I know exactly what will help me unwind," she whispered into his ear. "I need you."

His breath left him with a soft hiss as her tongue traced around the shell of his ear, and a tremor snaked up his spine.

"You want me too," she continued in the same seductive tone.

"You know I do," he growled, and swiftly rolled her over so she was pinned beneath him against the bed. "I always want you." His hips rocked against her to emphasise his words, and she smiled as she tugged him down to kiss him.

Their mouths merged in a heated kiss full of hunger and passion as their tongues danced with each other's. Her legs parted allowing him to settle his weight in between, and she whimpered as his leaking tip brushed against her. She tangled her fingers in his long hair, twisting her head slightly to deepen the kiss even further. Her hips lifted a little in silent encouragement, begging without words for him to enter her.

He complied.

"Oh my God..." she whispered breathlessly, tearing her mouth from his. She gazed up at him in the darkness, just able to make out his form and no more. Her fingers left his hair and trailed down his cheeks towards his mouth, which he opened and sucked gently on two fingertips. The feeling of his hot, wet mouth made her insides contract sharply, drawing a hiss from him as she clenched around him. Her knees lifted on either side of him and drew him deeper into her heat. The silky bedsheet slid down his back and twisted around his upper thighs as they rolled over.

Kira braced her hands on his shoulders and rocked her hips. Her head tilted back and she groaned in intense pleasure as he probed deep within her. His large hands slid down her neck and settled over her breasts, taking the weight of them as she moved.

"Yes...like that, baby," he whispered. "Oh good God yessssss..."

She circled her hips as she drove downwards and flexed her fingers, aware of the sensations that were firing off in every direction of her body. Bursts of pleasure, tingling nerve endings, and surges of lust shot through her, making her toes curl and her back arch into his touch.

"Faster, my darling," he panted breathlessly. "Ride me faster."

Her head dipped forwards as she responded, her long hair splaying over his chest. He inhaled sharply as the silken tresses caressed his sensitised skin and trailed over him as she moved. Soft grunts and moans filled the dark room. Hands wandered and caressed. Fingers probed and teased. Cries of passion sounded. Muscles tensed. Hot, hungry kisses and frantic thrusts carried both of them deeper into a cocoon of heat and flame.