Chapter 25 #4
He moved then, pushing me forward. His hips followed, his cock still seated deep inside my body.
"Yes, Sashen," he ground out, "this is better than nice.
Tisqen, your body – you were made for me.
The way you feel –" His hand shifted to the back of my head, pressing me down into the cushions; his fingers flexed in my hair, controlling. "And is this –"
"Yes, like that –" I groaned.
And then, he started moving in me, gliding back and forth in little thrusts, the kind he used when he fucked my mouth.
His hand tightened in my hair, getting a grip in the way he knew I liked, as he started fucking me in earnest, the slick glide of his cock inside of me like liquid heat.
I mewled out, desperate, the sound of his skin striking mine obscene and everything I'd wanted.
"What's the right angle?" he gasped out behind me, tipping forward so that he could scrape his teeth along my spine. "I should – I should have used my fingers to find your gland first."
"Next time – hn, fuck," I shifted my hips beneath him as he thrust gently into me, micro-movements to adjust where he was hitting.
"Next time, you can finger me all night if you want.
Oh –" as I shifted just a little further down and felt the star-shimmer pleasure of his cock rubbing against my prostate. "Yeah, there –"
He was a quick study. He'd always been a quick study.
He pinned me at that angle and starting fucking into me harder, thrusts shallow but strong, each one punching out a breathy, hoarse sound from me.
My cock bobbed between my legs, beads of pre-come dripping onto the bed beneath us.
The hand he'd had on the back of my head shifted again, coming to curl gently around the side of my neck, and I whimpered, tipping my head back, exposing the length of my throat.
His palm was hot against my skin, his thumb gentle as he caressed me while I gasped for air.
"Will you come for me?" Araxis asked, curving his body against mine as he continued to thrust into me, filling me up, tending to me.
"I'll – do anything for you," I hissed, and his other hand slid to my own neglected cock, stroking it in time with his thrusts.
I squirmed beneath him, writhing, making breathy, needy sounds as he opened me up with his pretty cock and worked me with his gorgeous hand and as his fingers curled lovingly around my throat, his mouth hot and slick on my skin.
It was all so much, so much, my body awash in sensation, feeling him everywhere.
The orgasm rippled across my whole body, shimmering across my skin like light over water; a delicious shudder that started as I came in a glorious rush all over his hand, my hole twitching around his cock as I shivered and shivered and shivered beneath him.
Araxis made a shocked sound, and then I felt the gush of heat inside of me, wet and slick everywhere all at once, as he flooded my body.
My skin was sensitive everywhere, and his hand fell away from my cock as he slumped forward, letting his weight rest on me as I sank down into the bed, held completely in our nest of blankets and cushions.
Araxis shifted, his cock slipping free from my body with a wet sound that made me shiver some more, and then he rolled me over so that he could kiss me, draping himself over my spent, sticky body.
His mouth was sweet and soft against mine, tongue licking into me, as if eager to lap up all the sounds I'd been making.
As he moved me, I felt – drenched in a way I'd never been before.
I wondered distantly if that's how he felt when we fucked, slippery, like his body was hungry for me; mine was certainly hungry for him.
"I love you." It slipped out without thinking as he kissed me, his hands cradling my head, my neck, my throat, touching me everywhere.
He smiled at me, there in the dark, and ducked his head to the caldathess, sucking and biting it back to a vivid state as I made throaty sounds of pleasure against him. "I love you," he repeated back in English. "Desperately. Completely. Always."
It felt like I was high, like being with him was a drug I could never get enough of.
I kissed him lazily, sliding my arms around his body and letting myself feel the weight of him while my thoughts drifted, hazy.
Eventually, Araxis slipped from bed and brought me a warm cloth, helping me clean up with his soft hands, his delicate touch.
And when we curled up together beneath the sheets, my head resting against the smooth skin of his chest as contentment suffused my body, I was certain that we'd banished all the ghosts we needed to worry about that night: my awful dreams; the spectre of Vivith's presence; the threat of violence that lay before us.
Side-by-side, how could any of that touch us? Side-by-side, we were safe. Of course we were. Of course we would be. It had the taste of a lie, but it was a lie I needed to believe, so it was one, in the end, I could stomach as I finally drifted off to sleep.