29. Zyran #2
My vision blurs, and it takes me a few moments to gather my senses and open my eyes. Esperr slowly pulls her finger out of me before she moves her head, letting my spent length slip from her mouth.
Stepping out of my jeans, I kick them away and pull my shirt over my head, tossing it somewhere behind me. Esperr follows suit, yanking her shirt over her head, and then I’m bending down, grabbing the back of her thighs again before tossing her onto the bed.
“Now that I have a moment to speak,” I start, one knee pressing onto the bed, “first, you’re not too toothy.
That was perfect, and well, anytime you wanna stick a finger in my ass, you have full permission.
Second…” I move forward onto the bed, grabbing her knees and yanking her forward until she’s flat on the bed.
“You ever mention another guy you’ve done any kind of sexual things with before we’re about to, I will turn your ass red and then fuck you until you pass out. ”
She smirks, biting down on her bottom lip. “Don’t threaten me with a good time, my love.”
God, this fucking woman.
I don’t give her a chance to give me any more sass—yanking her forward, I claim her pussy with my mouth. Giving her an open-mouth kiss, I run my tongue up her seam once, twice, and then my tongue slips into her opening.
“Oh fuck,” Esperr groans. Her hands grip the sheets, her head falling back onto the bed, and I waste no time, kissing and sucking on her cunt.
There’s something about having your girl moaning and begging for you to keep going—it’s fucking magic to my ears.
My tongue traces over her clit, and she inhales sharply. I smile into her, and do it again before I take it between my teeth. She’s so engrossed with the sudden pain of me biting her clit that she becomes completely immobile when I sink two fingers into her.
“Zy—”
Esperr’s walls pulse around my fingers, but I don’t let up; I keep stroking, curling them as my mouth latches onto her clit.
Her fingers weave through my hair again, tugging the strands as I add a third finger into her dripping cunt, pumping in and out until her body spasms, a coiling sensation taking over her body.
Her orgasm crashes into her, and I watch as her eyes roll to the back of her head, fingers tightening to the point of pain. But I ignore it—I’d take this pain if that means her cumming on my tongue all day.
I pull my fingers out of her, giving her one last kiss before pulling away. Esperr lies there, eyes closed, breathing heavily—it’s not enough. Flopping down beside her, I grab her waist and yank her on top of me.
“Woah—” Esperr yelps, hands coming up and gripping the wall behind the bed.
“I want more,” I say, twisting her around until she is backward on my face.
“Zyran… I—” she moans as my tongue dives back into her wet, sloppy pussy. “Zyran… I don’t know if I can do it again.”
“I want more, Esperr,” I growl into her.
My cock twitches, already growing hard again as I smell her, as I taste her. So with more effect than before, I flatten my tongue and dive into her cunt. Reaching my arms around the tops of her thighs, I squeeze her ass and suck her clit into my mouth.
Esperr moans, her hips slowly starting to grind against my face. I smile and pull her down even further onto me, wanting and willing for her to suffocate me. Her taste is like a fucking drug, and I can’t get enough of her.
Her walls begin to pulse around my tongue when one of her hands grips my bicep and the other one rests against my throat.
There’s something about her hand there; it’s light, just resting, and that reaches past everything else that’s burning inside me.
And I think about the first time she did it, on the couch, tucked into my chest while the news ran in the background.
I didn’t move, didn’t breathe wrong, and just let her keep it there because it was the first time in a long time that someone touching me felt like something other than a threat assessment.
Esperr does it without thinking, and that’s the part that gets me.
Like her hands just know where to go with me, like she’s figured out something about me that I haven’t said out loud and maybe never could.
Her moans pull me back, her pussy grinding roughly against my opened mouth, and then she stops, her legs locking around my head as she cums.
She stays there on top of me until she finally comes down, her fingers flexing around my throat while she catches her breath.
“Holy fuck,” she sighs.
I chuckle under her?—
“Holy fuck. I’m so sorry.” Suddenly she rips herself off me, shuffling down my body and sitting beside me.
I smile and tuck my arms behind my head while I stare at her. She looks wrecked in the best possible way, sitting on her mattress with her hands folded in her lap and hair slightly a mess.
She bites down on her lip, staring at her hands.
“Tell me what’s on your mind, mio cuore?”
She looks up, and I watch something move through her expression that she doesn’t manage to get ahead of in time, but she holds my gaze for a second before she’s back to looking at her hands.
“You’re going to think it’s stupid,” she mumbles.
“I won’t.”
She turns her hands over in her lap, slowly, like she’s buying herself time.
“I just—” she stops, a storm brewing behind her eyes.
“I don’t ever do this, any of this.” Her voice is quiet, but it doesn’t waver.
“And I keep waiting for the part where it starts to feel like a mistake. Where I wake up and realize I’ve handed something, a part of myself, to the wrong person again.
” She lets out a breath slowly through her mouth, like she’s actually trying to hold herself from panicking.
“It just… it’s scarier than anything I’ve faced. ”
I look at the side of her face, the line of her jaw, and the way she’s still not quite looking at me, and I think about what it costs her to say that—someone who keeps everything close, who built these walls up that most people wouldn’t even know how to climb.
“You can trust me, Esperr.”
“I told a guy once,” she sighs, “everything; who my parents were, what they did, what I was taught to do. I thought he could handle it.” She picks at the edge of her thumbnail, eyes down as she talks.
“He couldn’t.”
She nods her head, a sad chuckle leaving her mouth. “That’s to say the least… he panicked. And eventually, three days, to be exact, we were gone. I lost everything I’d built because I decided someone was safe enough to know me.”
I search over her face, realizing then how much it must have cost her, how long it must have taken her to get out, and how fast it can all fall apart.
“I kill people for a living,” I blurt out.