Hydrangea struggled to hold on. Her mind was fragmented from the desire and attention she was receiving from Bastian.
Her back was alight with sensations and his hands weren't even touching her there. His lips left her own and she desperately fought to catch her rapid breath, her eyelids were heavy and her heart erratic.
She let out a sharp cry and unwittingly arched her back as his lips landed near her bosom. Her mind dazed as his lips continued to suck and nibble the sensitive flesh. She gripped the blankets beneath them and shrieked when she felt something hot and wet stroke her nipple.
Her back violently arched into him, her mind going blank as her flushed body was assaulted by his tongue.
"Bas… Bastian…" She heard herself whimper but she hardly caught it herself.
His hands began to remove her skirt and she let him. Her back was now relaxed on the bed, her chest rising and falling rapidly. Her hooded eyes lazily crawled down the length of his body covered with pale scars, starting with his gorgeous face.
His damp hair was disheveled, falling over his forehead. His whiskered face was covered with a layer of sweat, just like hers. His eyes were lingering on the nest of dark hair between her thighs and she held her breath.
His eyes raised to meet hers and she nearly melted under his gaze. Lustful, passionate, hot. She released her breath and began breathing at that rapid pace again.
His full lips spread into a grin and she found herself smiling back. He slowly crawled forward, his legs still between hers which were spread for him. Her body flushed with heat at the realization and her eyes opened further.
She heard him give a deep chuckle and her eyes closed all by themselves, entranced by his voice.
His lips found hers and her hands wound their way into his hair, damp from the rain and from warm, salty sweat. She could taste it on him, taste the salt if his own mouth mixed with the salt of hers and of their sweat.
She found it strange but she still craved more; more of his taste, his touch, of him.
Her eyes popped open at the feel of his rough hand on her breast. She let out a cry which turned to a moan that was muffled by their kiss. Her back arched again as she lost control of her body again. Bastian groaned into her mouth which sent vibrations all throughout her.
She felt his pelvis grind into hers and she gasped, her mind still frayed from his hand on her breast.
His hand pressed her left globe with enough pressure to elicit a moan from her and cause her eyes to roll back.
His hands moulded and caressed her two breasts; rough then gentle, her skin prickling as pleasure coiled through her. Her back arched up to welcome his hands. All her moans and small cries of ecstasy were muted by his lips, swallowed in them.
She began to ache in her woman's place and she knew why. She began to crave the idea of him… joining with her.
Her hands moved away from his messy hair to his back, her palms felt nearly scalded by how hot he was to the touch. It only made her skin hotter.
Her fingers trailed mindless circles, like the ones that he'd ministered along her waist. She felt him shudder above her and his lips separated from hers, a string of saliva between them.
His shadow hovered over her, "Not so fast, Hydrangea." He said breathlessly, "There's still so much to do…"
'There is?' She questioned. She only knew of one more thing left to do.
"Ah-ahh." She moaned when she felt something hot slide across her woman's place and her hips raised themselves in the air. She could only guess what it was.
He kissed her again, but left much too quickly, only to feel his lips on her shoulders. She shivered and stifled a moan at his hand again massaging her sensitive breast. Her back lifted again. Her other breast felt heavy and her nipple was hardened to a painful point. She whined—cut off by a moan—her body again acting before her blurred mind could.
But her plea went unheeded and she was once again surprised as Bastian began something new. He raised her arms gently above her head and she parted her eyes open to see him lean forward and begin to leave wet kisses along the underside of her arms. His torso pressing into hers in an exquisite friction.
Her body jerked at the new feeling and her breath hitched. "Bastian… B-bastian!" She shrieked. His tongue worked its way across her underarm, her body coiling. Her hips lifted on their own and she continued to squirm beneath him.
Her mind was uncoiled and her body was running too hot, not that she hardly noticed between his hot lips brushing her arms to his fingers trailing down her sides.
She began to feel her body lifting, her muscles twitching as he reached her thighs.
"Basti- Bastian!" She called breathlessly. His tongue driving her mad as it drove hot patterns along her inner thigh. His free hand was kneading her buttocks causing more ripples to run through her body.
She could've sworn he whispered, "That's it, Hydrangea…"
She whimpered as she felt the pleasure condensing in her body. Her hands gripped the red blankets and her back arched violently. Her voice went on in a long drawn out cry, almost vocalizing as the pleasure built. Her skin felt cold yet extremely hot at the same time.
Her body continued to coil at every touch and all at once she felt it crash down around her.
Her mind exploded in a calm brightness as everything went limp. She could still feel stroking on her thighs and buttocks and she shivered. She became lost in the absolute euphoria that filled her to the brim. As she slowly came down from her climax she noticed that her legs were trembling.
Bastian was hovering directly above her face, his breath fanning her lips and mingling with her own. His hard body was pressed to her tingling skin.
He placed a gentle kiss on her lips and she weakly responded, discovering that her body was quite weak from the climax.
"How was that?" He asked with playfulness glowing in his eyes.
She closed her eyes, still feeling the residual bliss. Her voice came out breathless but clear, "Wonderful."
He chuckled and kissed her again, she felt his smile against her lips.