Unable to resist Mara's desperate pleas any longer, I slid my fingers into her most intimate place. My hand cupped her ass as I pressed one finger into her. Mara gasped sharply, her hips jerking against my touch as she let out a strangled moan.
"Yes, just like that," she panted, her voice thick with desire. "Don't stop touching me, Lucian. Make me feel good..." Her hands fisted in my hair, tugging me down for another searing kiss.
As our tongues danced and twined, I began to stroke Mara's slick folds, feeling her arousal coat my fingers. She was hot and wet, her body responding eagerly to my touch. Mara's hips undulated against my hand, seeking more of that delicious friction.
I obliged her, circling her most sensitive area with the tip of my finger as I slid another finger deep inside her tight, clenching heat. Mara cried out into my mouth, her inner walls gripping my digit like a vice. I pumped my finger in and out of her, matching the rhythm of our kiss.
Mara's hands slid down to the hem of her skirt, tugging at it impatiently. She broke the kiss with a gasp, her chest heaving. "Off!" She demanded, her voice a drunken slur. "Take it off, Lucian. I want to feel your skin on mine."
With a low growl, I sat back on my knees and grasped the hem of Mara's skirt. In one swift motion, I pulled it over her knees and down her legs, tossing it carelessly to the floor. Mara lay half-bare before me, her creamy skin glowing in the candlelight. She worked her top off, struggling as she tried to get it over her head, and with a little help from me, I saw her fully nude before me, her ample breasts heaving with each ragged breath.
I drank in the sight of her, my eyes roaming over every dip and curve. Mara's skin was smooth and unblemished, save for the dusting of freckles across her collarbone and the tops of her breasts. Her nipples were hard and rosy, just begging for attention.
Unable to resist, I leaned down and captured one of the pebbled peaks in my mouth, swirling my tongue around the sensitive bud. Mara cried out, her back arching off the bed as she continued to grip my hair in one hand, while the other scratched my back, a delicious pain that carved down my back.
I could feel Mara's heart racing beneath her soft, warm skin as I lavished attention on her breasts. I alternated between her nipples, suckling and teasing them until they were glistening with my saliva. Mara writhed beneath me, her body writhing with pleasure.
"More, Lucian," she whimpered, her voice a needy, breathless sound. "I need... I need more of you." Her hands fumbled with the laces of my shirt, tugging at them impatiently. I sat up briefly to allow her to remove it, tossing it aside to join her skirt and top on the floor.
Mara's eyes widened as she took in the sight of my bare chest, her gaze roaming over the planes of muscle and sinew. She reached out, trailing her fingers through the light dusting of hair, before leaning in to press hot, open-mouthed kisses along my collarbone and chest.
As Mara explored my body with her hands and mouth, I slid a second finger inside her dripping core. She was so tight, her walls clenching and fluttering around my digits as I pumped them in and out of her. Mara's hips rocked against my hand, meeting each thrust and seeking more.
I could feel her growing closer to the edge, her breathing becoming more ragged and erratic. I curled my fingers just so, stroking that sensitive spot deep inside her that made her roll her eyes back into her head. Mara let out a strangled cry.
"Don't stop, don't stop," she chanted, her voice a drunken, desperate litany. "I'm... I'm gonna... Ah!" Mara's words cut off with a scream of ecstasy as her orgasm crashed over her, her body convulsing with the force of it.
I worked her through it, my fingers never stopping their relentless pace as Mara rode out the waves of her climax. Her juices coated my hand, dripping down to the sheets below. Finally, with a last shuddering gasp, Mara collapsed back against the bed, her chest heaving and her skin flushed and dewy.
As Mara lay there, panting and trembling in the aftermath of her intense climax, I couldn't help but feel a surge of pride. I had brought this beautiful, passionate woman to such heights of ecstasy. But as I gazed down at her, I knew I wasn't done with her yet. I wanted her, but she too demanded even more.
Mara opened her eyes, blinking up at me with a drunken, sated smile. But as she took in my naked torso, her gaze drifted lower, and her smile turned hungry. She licked her lips as she eyed the prominent bulge straining against my pants.
"Looks like someone's happy to see me," she purred, reaching out to palm the hard length of my arousal through the fabric. "Why don't you take these off? Let me see all of you."
Without hesitation, I stood up and shucked off my pants, kicking them away impatiently.
Mara's eyes widened as she took in the sight of my naked form, her gaze lingering on my throbbing erection. She licked her lips, a wicked glint in her eye. "Come here" she murmured, crooking a finger at me. "I want to taste you." her voice slurring, leaving me with some feelings of discomfort, not wanting her to awake later today feeling regret.
I hesitated for only a moment before crawling back onto the bed, settling myself between Mara's parted thighs. She reached out, wrapping her small hand around my aching shaft, stroking it with a feather-light touch that made me hiss in pleasure.
"You're so big," Mara breathed, marveling at the feel of my manhood in her hand. "I wonder how you'll feel inside me..." She looked up at me from beneath lowered lashes, a coy, inviting smile on her kiss-swollen lips.
Unable to resist her any longer, I positioned myself at her entrance, the swollen head of my cock nudging against her slick folds. Mara's breath hitched, her body tensing in anticipation. With a low, guttural sound, I thrust my hips forward, sheathing myself inside her tight, wet heat in one smooth stroke.
Mara's walls stretched and clenched around my throbbing shaft as I pressed inside her, gripping me with no intention of letting me go. A strangled moan tore from her throat, her nails digging into my shoulders as she clung to me.
"Oh, gods, Lucian!" she gasped, her voice a mix of pain and pleasure. "You're so big, so deep inside me. I feel so... full."
I paused for a moment, allowing Mara to adjust to the sudden intrusion. Her body trembled beneath me, her breath coming in short, sharp gasps. I could feel every quiver and flutter of her inner muscles around my sensitive flesh.
Slowly, I began to move, withdrawing until just the tip remained inside her, before thrusting back in to the hilt. Mara cried out again, her hips rolling up to meet mine as I set a steady, deep rhythm. The wet, obscene sound of our coupling filled the room, mingling with Mara's wanton moans and my own grunts of pleasure.
"Yes, just like that," Mara panted, wrapping her legs around my waist to pull me even deeper. "Fuck me, Lucian. Make me yours." Her words were a drunken, desperate plea, spurring me on.
I could feel the pressure building at the base of my spine, the coil of impending release winding tighter with each thrust. Mara was close too, her body tensing and shuddering beneath me. I reached between us, my fingers finding her sensitive pearl and rubbing tight circles around it.
"Come for me, Mara," I growled, my voice a low, commanding rasp. "I want to feel you come undone around my cock. Now."
Mara let out a scream of ecstasy, her body convulsing violently as her second climax crashed over her. Her inner walls clamped down around me, rippling and squeezing my shaft as if trying to milk my own release from me.
With a roar of pleasure, I thrust deep and hard, burying myself to the hilt inside Mara's spasming heat. My cock pulsed and jerked as I found my own release, spilling my seed deep inside her clutching channel. Mara milked me for every last drop, her body greedily accepting my essence.
Finally spent, I collapsed onto the bed beside her, pulling Mara's limp, sated body into my arms.
Mara and I lay entwined in each other's arms, our naked bodies pressed close. The room was filled with the sound of our ragged breathing and the scent of our intimacy.
Mara nestled into the crook of my arm, her head resting on my chest. Her fingers traced idle patterns on my skin, a contented smile on her kiss-swollen lips. I tightened my embrace around her, savoring the feel of her soft, warm curves molding against my harder planes.
"That was... incredible," Mara murmured, her voice a sated purr. "I've never felt so... complete. So utterly satisfied." She tilted her head up to gaze at me, her hazel eyes soft and shining with affection.
I smiled down at her, brushing a stray lock of hair from her forehead. At that moment, I felt a surge of tenderness and protectiveness. Mara looked so vulnerable, so trusting in my arms. I knew I would do anything to keep her safe and happy.
"Nor have I," I replied, my voice a low, sincere rumble. "You're... special, Mara. Different from anyone I've ever known." I cupped her cheek, my thumb brushing over her cheekbone tenderly.
Mara leaned into my touch, her eyes fluttering closed for a moment. When she opened them again, they shone with unshed tears of emotion. "I feel the same way about you, Lucian," she whispered. "Like you understand me in a way no one else ever has. Like you see the real me, beneath all the... noise."
I knew exactly what she meant. Mara was a wild, untamed spirit, but in my arms, she was soft, pliant, and open. I could feel her heart beating in time with my own, our souls intertwined.
As the alcohol and the afterglow of our lovemaking took hold, Mara's eyelids grew heavy. She yawned, her small jaw stretching wide, before nestling even closer to me. I felt my own exhaustion catching up with me, my limbs growing heavy and my thoughts slowing.
"Stay with me," Mara mumbled, her words slurring slightly. "Don't leave me, Lucian. Hold me all night long."
I kissed her on the lips and agreed, pulling her close as we both slipped into oblivion.