Fairy Flavor (5 page)

stay was getting easier to make. She slipped the lightweight material over her

head; it scraped against her nipples and sent a shiver down her spine.

Delight spiked as the low cut dress settled over her hips and reached

mid thigh. She was barefoot and without panties but felt better than ever. Her

hormones raged as she lifted the dress slightly. Wick’s eyes scanned the

hairless flesh of her pussy. He licked his lips again and took a deep breath. She

grinned when he adjusted his cock under the loincloth and led her out of the

bedchamber.

It wasn’t long before the rising sun warmed her skin. Brook closed her

eyes and lifted her chin, the breeze sent tendrils of hair on a wild ride. It didn’t

matter; it was so utterly perfect. As warm lips caressed hers, it got even better.

She opened her eyes to Carrick and kissed him back as his arms wrapped

around her.

“I missed you.” He said the words against her lips. “You look

stunning.”

She felt spectacular. “I missed you, too.” The second day and she was

falling right into this fairy’s heart, she could only image what years with him

would be like. If she decided to stay, she wouldn’t have to imagine. Brook

looked away; she absolutely did not want to deal with that thought now. “I

loved the…presents. Both of them…immensely.” She couldn’t hold the giggle

and buried her face in his warm neck.

Carrick laughed. “I’m very glad. Now…how about that ride and some

breakfast.”

She was famished for more than food. Brook nodded, excitement leapt

into her body at the mere thought of flying with him.

“Hold on tight.”

She nodded, bit her lip, her back against his front, and he wrapped his

arms around her. His wings stretched out, and he lifted her straight off her feet.

The wind created chaos in her hair as they left the safety of land.

She shifted her legs to hold on to him as he flew even higher. Over

buildings, past giant sunflowers and toward the dome that protected the

kingdom. Brook held tight, couldn’t hide the enormous smile on her face.

This was so amazing, holding onto Carrick and flying through the sky.

His wings beat strongly, and he led them around his kingdom. There was a

park of sorts. Strange red flowers sprung wild with what looked like benches

around a water source. A small waterfall captured her gaze for a while. She

wanted to see it, all of it, his whole kingdom. She was almost disappointed

when he turned back, soared higher, gave her a precious view and an

overwhelming thrill at flying. He could do this all the time, whenever he

wanted, and she was grateful he gave her a chance to experience this.

She had no idea how many times they circled the kingdom. He would

ask her if she wanted to go again, and she’d screamed out yes. His wings had

to be tired, but he kept flying. He carried them over the buildings, past the

sunflowers, and swooped down toward the waterfall.

She giggled as water churned close to her bare legs. He finally slowed,

lowered until they reached one of the giant sunflowers she admired. Carrick

was getting really close; she could probably reach out and touch it. She bit her

lip and loosened her grip, reached out as he neared. Brook wanted to feel the

petals, smell the wonderful fragrance up close.

He actually landed on the thing. It didn’t buck or crash from her

weight or create a catastrophe as they landed smack in the middle. Pollen

swirled slightly and that sweet sunflower smell heated by the sun surrounded

them. The center sunk under her bare feet and she turned in his arms. “That

is…so…” She couldn’t even explain the gift he’d given her. “It was perfect.”

He smiled, placed his lips on her forehead. “Please sit.”

She looked down with eyebrow raised. It took some careful movements.

The flower was sturdy as a tree but the fact the center sunk in gave her a

distinct falling feeling. Of course, if she fell, he’d fly down and catch her. Talk

about a safety net.

“Breakfast.” He sat beside her.

Both Wick and Mord fluttered upward, carrying trays of savory

smelling food. They settled it on the flower before them and disappeared

before she could thank them. Well now, life didn’t get more romantic than this.

“Someone’s been reading romance books.” She grinned; reached out to grab a

piece of…well she didn’t know what it was. It looked an awful lot like a kiwi,

so she’d give it a try.

“Fairies are romantic by nature,” he spoke softly and directly into her

ear.

Time to eat before she said something she’d regret, like she’d stay and

sleep with two men every night. Her teeth sunk into the soft exterior of the

fruit, it tasted sweet and tangy like a mango.

“Do you like it?”

He picked up one himself. She watched his teeth break the soft outer

skin and a few drops scattered down his fingers. It made her body flush.

“Very much.” The way he munched on fruit spiked her pulse to a

dangerously high level. Now she watched his throat bob and his chest inhale.

Her eyes shifted lower as she took another juicy bite. Oh yeah, that loincloth

had a nice tent. She thanked whoever invented that tiny piece of cloth. It was

such a naughty idea.

“What else are you hungry for?” There was a wicked laughter in his

tone as she glanced upward.

So, he’d seen that inspection of his body. “Well…” She placed the half-

eaten fruit on the tray, shifted toward him. It took no effort to push him to his

back. He gladly complied as he took a mouthful of the fruit. Brook grinned as

she straddled his hips, and pressed down so she could rub his bulge against her

exposed crotch. “You have no idea how happy I am I didn’t wear panties.”

Brook said with a grin.

“You didn’t?”

She silently thanked Wick and lifted her dress. The wetness he caused

shimmered on her flesh as the sun shined down. Silky lavender material lifted

over her hips, up her torso and exposed her breasts. She pulled the material

over her head and threw it on the flower.

Gloriously naked, she stretched her arms upward and glanced at

Carrick. That predator sheen was in his eyes, and it sent a thrill right to her

heart. She grabbed her breasts, squeezed them and threw her head back. Her

nipples hardened as she pinched.

He was rigid beneath her. She could feel him swelling as she shifted

her hips and rubbed her nude core against his abs. The feeling was electric, so

she did it again. Friction frazzled her clit, and she leaned forward to catch his

lips.

His kiss always seemed to be perfect. He wrapped her in this intense

bubble of pleasure as his tongue invaded. She was suddenly on her back and

spread her arms above her in surrender. Brook put up the worst fight in history.

Carrick didn’t seem to mind. His teeth scrapped across her jaw, lowered to her

tight bud to suck. He tasted every inch of her breasts before moving down to

her belly button. Planting little kisses around it, he pressed her thighs further

apart. He sucked the small lower lip into his mouth and parted them to expose

her core. His tongue dipped inside, swirled and tasted until her hips bucked.

“Carrick!”

He paused, locked eyes and enveloped her clit in the warmest wettest

mouth. Her flesh scorched as he played with the bud. The orgasm was so close,

if he kept driving her mad…

She gasped, body arched, and his tongue entered her pussy. Her

pathway squeezed around him, wanted his thick hungry cock but didn’t have

any control to tell him. She felt the rush of pleasure begin to fade. His tongue

slithered free of her milking muscles, and he attended her clit once more.

The second oral tasting always killed her restraint, of course, that only

happened once before and never like this. He teased with his tongue, tickled

her flesh and then sucked hard. It raised again, that imaginary bar that led

straight toward a major climax. She grabbed handfuls of his hair, didn’t know

if she pulled him away or pushed him closer. Brook wanted that pressure to

explode and the orgasm to course through her system.

One finger eased inside her body and it hummed. He held her hips as

lust all but knocked her unconscious. Her body was a mass of wild ecstasy as

he kept sucking and tears dripped down her face.

“Carrick!” She tugged on his hair, pulled him upward as his lips

anchored to her nipple. His cock was at her entrance. She was more than ready

to feel his hot flesh stretching and filling.

One quick thrust and he entered her trembling core. He groaned when

she grabbed his ass cheeks, pushed him as far into her as he could possibly go.

She couldn’t speak to beg for more, but he seemed to understand. He pumped;

his cock created such an intense pressure another orgasm swamped her. It

poured through to her soul, and she cried out. He grabbed her lips with his,

their tongues danced seductively as his cock found her perfect spot. One more

orgasm and she would die from a damn adrenaline overload. He held her hips

harder, his cock rushed to her womb and she felt the white liquid spurt from

his hole in a wonderful glory.

Brook couldn’t move, didn’t want to move as they laid on the

sunflower in fatigue. That was incredible. She snuggled against his chest

listening to his heavy breathing. “You know, sunflowers, are my favorite

flower.” She grinned and kissed his chest after she spoke. His laughter was

happiness and hope.

“You know, mine is, too.” His lips pressed lightly against her forehead.

“Would you like another ride?”

“Naked?” She said the words with a wicked grin and glanced up at him.

“If you’re feeling frisky.”

“Fairy man, you’ll soon learn I’m always frisky.” She winked and

stood then realized she just admitted she wanted to spend more time here.

“I meant, the other fairies might see. Do you mind?” He knelt before

her, his hands slithered up her legs, thighs and finally rubbed the sweet spot,

her clit.

“At the moment, I really, really don’t.” She screamed when he surged

upward and lifted her into the air. Her legs wrapped around his hips, her arms

around his neck and she knew he’d never let her fall. He moved faster, her

heart pumping as he spun and tilted.

“Carrick!”

His laughter sounded over the rush of wind. Then he dove downward

until her breath caught and then he slowed to a hover, they were over his home,

his palace. She glanced over his shoulder at the true beauty. The fresh air

reminded her of a gentle rainfall and the sight of those giant sunflowers

basking in the sun was magical. The silence around them was more of a

comfort than anything else. She was in a damn fairy kingdom, magic had to

play some part in it.

“It’s so perfect,” she whispered in his ear as his wings kept them steady.

“You’re perfect, Brook.”

She caught his eyes and they seemed to lock as his hips shifted. His

erection decided to rejoin their party, it pressed against her thigh with urgent

demand. Brook leaned back, secured her hands on his shoulders and impaled

his cock inside her dripping hole. He thrust once, filled her completely. She

refused to close her eyes as she rode him. Here in the air, with the beat of

wings as music she moved her hips to control his speed.

In and out, she brought them so close to climax only to stop and kiss

him at the last minute. Their lips opened, tongues battled and it was so perfect,

so magnificent she almost cried. Crying during sex was the biggest blunder in

a relationship. She had learned that the last time she cried in front of her ex.

His verbal abuse was humiliating, the revulsion that raged in his eyes damn

near broke her and this time, with this man, she refused to ruin the moment.

Even if he was a man with wings.

Brook leaned back and began pumping, her legs using his hips to pull

and push. Their bodies began to sweat as the sun beat down on their flesh.

“Carrick!” She was so damn close. They were moving on the next

downward thrust. His balls slapped against her and his cock pressed

fantastically against her womb. She squeezed, over and over until her back

pressed against something. Her gasp echoed, as she lay flat against the ceiling

dome and looked down at his whole kingdom.

“You better not drop me,” she squeaked, and he growled as he pressed

against her and fucked her like a King. His thrusts were deep and fast. His

chest against hers, his hands on her hips, she watched Carrick’s wings flutter

wildly on his back. Pleasure burst, the orgasm took her by surprise, and she

managed to glance out at the giant sunflowers that grew heartily toward the sun

and the kingdom of fairies beneath her while it swept through her body.

“Brook!” His face was taut in the throws of ecstasy, his voice

reverberating through the night.

Then his mouth moved to her neck and sucked the skin between his

teeth. The nip was primal and a bit painful. It thrilled her beyond words and he

kept pumping. In and out, over and over until she thought she’d explode from

sheer sensation. Then Carrick came, flooding her body as he grabbed her hips

and pumped everything he had into her.