Falling In Love With The King Of Beasts

Chapter 117: On Top of the World

ELIA

She was the luckiest woman alive, it was that simple.

After a somewhat awkward beginning because she hadn\'t been sure how to… well, mount him, for lack of any better word, he kept whispering instructions and telling her how much he loved her. And from this vantage point, he was laid about before her like a feast. She was shocked all over again by how gorgeous and huge and strong he was. And he was hers.

With her hands flat on his chest, Reth lay beneath her, his head back, eyes hooded, locked on her, his hands at her hips. He kept a slow, but steady pace, pulling her down even as he drove into her until he almost lifted her knees from the ground.

The pressure was intense and delicious, and she trembled with it. Strange noises had started to break out of her throat at the peak of each thrust, and she was having trouble keeping her eyes open. She let her head fall forward and he growled.

"Now, sit up," he whispered. "Don\'t worry, I won\'t let you fall."

"I… what?" she breathed, eyes half-closed.

"Sit up, Elia. Trust me."

Still gasping with each roll of his hips, she walked her hands backwards until she was upright and… dear Lord, she could feel him everywhere, as if he throbbed in her skin—even her feet! "I… oh… Reth…"

He rolled into her again and she sighed letting her hands rest on the steel of his forearms as he gripped her hips.

"Elia, Creator\'s Light you\'re beautiful," he said, his voice strangled.

"Th-thank you," she whispered lamely. She was struggling to focus on anything but the sensations he wrung from her skin. He thrust again, holding her at the peak for a full breath, and she shuddered, but that wave inside was still building.

She let her head tip back and brought one of her hands up to touch her own breast, teasing the nipple until those jolts crackled through her middle to meet the surge of sensations he kept lighting low in her belly. "Reth…" she breathed.

"Light," Reth exclaimed. "I\'m can\'t… light, Elia, you\'re… fuck!" His breath hissed through his teeth and she opened her eyes for a moment just to enjoy the sight of him losing control. She loved it when he fell apart. As if all the power and strength in him became hers for a moment.

"It\'s okay, Reth, you can go. I\'m… this is lovely." And it was. She may not hit her peak here, but feeling him so starkly inside her, between her legs, his hands on her… it was a wholly new experience, and one she wanted to repeat.

But, as if she\'d somehow given him a challenge, Reth swore again and gritted his teeth. "I told you, I\'ll see you gasp, or we\'ll both home sad," he wheezed.

She laughed and it made her clench on him. He groaned like he\'d been shot. And she laughed again and raised her hands up to her hair, arching back slightly.

"Now you\'re just teasing," Reth panted and she laughed again, but her eyes widened. The sensations were wonderful, and changed dramatically as her weight shifted and with her arms back like this… oh…

"Lean back, Elia."

"I can\'t, I\'ll fall."

"I\'d never let you fall, love. Trust me. Lean back over my hand, I\'ve got you. Let yourself go." He placed one of his massive hands at the small o fher back, his arm rigid and muscles bulging—whether from bracing her weight, or holding himself in check, she didn\'t know, but as his grip changed and she experimented doing as he said, letting herself lean back, the feel of him inside shifted again and she held her breath. Then he rolled again and her mouth opened with a moan she hadn\'t planned.

"That\'s it, my beautiful," he rasped. "Let go, I have you."

Unable to resist the call of that incredible wash of feeling, Elis slumped back over the span of his hand, her back arched, breasts to the sky, her hair resting on his thighs.

Reth made the mating call and it twanged in her belly like a guitar string drawn too tight. She gasped, and he rolled again and she could feel the wave inside her building.

"Oh, Reth!"

"I have you… fuck… I have you, Elia!"

Then his thumb appeared, right where they were joined and as he rolled again, he slid the pad of his thumb up, up towards that bundle of nerves that throbbed and crackled, threatening to explode.

"Oh, yes, Reth."

"Elia, my love, come for me, beautiful," he moaned, stroking and rolling, holding her weight as she marveled at the feelings he created inside her.

Her body tensed and she clenched on him and his pace picked up with grunting gasps. "I can\'t… oh Elia… oh… fuck…"

"Reth! I\'m…"

"Elia! Elia!" He began to shake beneath her, his thumb still pressing her closer and closer to her climax, but he was tipping over the edge, she could feel it in him.

Desperate for that final release, she grasped her own nipples and pinched, just as he pressed and thrust, and her entire world zoomed down to a single pinpoint: Reth\'s warmth and strength, his voice calling her name, and the roll of his muscles beneath her and within her. Then she exploded, crying his name.

Shaking and cursing, he sat up suddenly, pulling her against him hard as he thrust erratically. She grabbed his neck and held on as he came apart, roaring her name until it echoed off the mountainside above them.

Then they slumped against each other, Elia\'s forehead on his shoulder, his chin on hers, both panting and twitching as their releases faded.

Elia felt like her very skin glowed. Exhausted and trembling, she pushed her hair off her face and beamed.

But Reth had his eyes closed. "Well, shit," he muttered.

"What? What\'s wrong?" she asked, pushing the hair off his face. Had he hurt himself? Had she hurt him somehow?

He opened his eyes reluctantly and sighed. "So much for being quiet," he muttered.

Elia\'s eyes went wide.

Then they both scrambled up and ran for the hole, and the vine ladder.