Chapter Twenty-Five #3
So, I did. I let my hands roam up, tightening on her ass.
Dipping my head, I kissed her exposed skin below her collarbones, tasting as I went.
And when she moved her hands to my neck, pushing her chest forward, I slowly set her on the bed.
As soon as her head touched the pillow, I was sliding down, my hands touching everything they could.
Hooking my fingers into the ribbons tightening her corset, I untied it and loosened the strings, yanking them all once, hard.
With the dress now loose, I shimmied it down, not stopping until her breasts were free.
As I leaned down, Nova watched, her bottom lip between her teeth.
When my tongue tasted her nipple, her head flung back.
I followed her lead, listening for any cues I was doing something right.
Her moans grew louder as my tongue flicked across her nipple, hands weaving into my hair.
So I did it again, slowly trailing my finger down her stomach at the same time.
The dress was far too long, and it took me awkwardly yanking it up her legs before I even had access to her bare thighs.
But once I did, I lost the rest of my sanity.
Her thighs were warm, the space where they met damp.
I growled out a moan against her nipple, and she parted her legs, hands leaving my hair and fisting the sheets instead.
She wore cotton undergarments, the fabric drenched. Even if I had lasted longer, I would’ve come at the feel of them. At the sight of her eyes pinching closed when I ran my finger up the center of her.
Not wanting to scare her with my desperation, I slid the fabric to the side, dipping my longest finger inside of her. Her hips bucked, the noise that slipped from her lips unstarly. Slowly, I pumped my finger in and out, earning more of her beautiful sounds.
“More,” she breathed, her head falling back.
“Anything for you, Little Void.”
I added a second finger, testing how she reacted. Then, because I loved the way she writhed, I added a third and curled my fingers. She shouted a string of curses, growing more frantic as I moved faster and harder. Wet sounds echoed in the space, harmonizing with her pleasure.
Unable to wait any longer, I flattened on the mattress, fitting my body between her legs. “Can I taste you, Nova?”
“Please,” she begged instead, stroking my ego in a way I was sure I’d never recover from. So I did, sliding her undergarments off her legs and over her shoes.
Licking my lips, I slipped my fingers back inside of her, leaving room for my mouth. The first taste was even better than kissing her. She was both tangy and sweet, my tongue gliding up and down as if she was my favorite dessert. And fuck, I thought then that she was.
I consumed. I licked and sucked and pumped. Pressing my face deeper, I shook my head, moving my tongue against her clit. She screamed out, her hips moving once more.
“Stars, yes. Fuck my face.” I didn’t even mean to say it, because I really wasn’t positive she’d like me speaking to her like that, but she only moaned louder.
“Don’t stop, please. I’m so close.” She moved against me more frantically, making me realize I’d have a very good time with her sitting on my face.
Because I didn’t mind being told what to do if it was her making the demands, I obeyed. I used a finger to slide firmly against her clit, moving as fast as I could. Another scream, this one sounding like it came from deep in her gut.
“Stars above, Az, I’m going to—“
“Do it, Nova. Let go. Let me taste what I’ve done to you.
” Reaching under her legs, I wrapped my hands around her thighs and forced them higher, shoving my tongue inside of her.
She cried out, moving against me even faster.
I feasted, and as a gift, Nova gave me dessert straight into my mouth with my name leaving her lips again.
Licking up every bit of the wetness there, I hummed, so pleased that I was sure I’d never feel sorrow or anger again. She sagged into the bed, sighing. I looked up at her from between her legs, smiling at her damp forehead and curls.
“You’re the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen,” I whispered, placing a kiss to her clit. She moaned, grabbing me by the neck and tugging me up her body. We kissed when I reached her mouth, the movement slow and tired, our tongues lazy.
“I’m pretty sure that was the best orgasm of my life,” she said against my lips.
A laugh bubbled out of my mouth, my tongue sliding against hers. “I’ll give you an even better one next time.”
After her kisses grew tired, I carried her to the bathroom, undressing her slowly and letting my hands roam across her shadow marked skin.
I undressed as well, wishing I could capture the look on her face when I dropped my trousers and undergarments.
She stared at my cock with the type of hunger that had me nearly convinced I could cum again, but we were tired, and she needed rest.
So, instead, I let my instincts take hold.
I ran a bath as she relieved herself, both of us cramming inside the tub when it was full.
Feeling bold, I tugged her back against my chest. I then washed her hair, trying to replicate the way she’d wrapped the individual curls around her fingers after, almost putting her to sleep in the process.
When we were clean, I dried us off and swooped her up, carrying her to our bed.
As she fell asleep in my arms, her naked body pressed into mine, I decided that being in love was the best thing I’d ever be.