Chapter Thirty-Five #2
“Ahh!” Helia pulls back, not expecting the touch.
Her hips arch unconsciously into mine, causing a perfect amount of pressure against me as I push back to meet her.
I can’t help the rumble in my throat at the heady feeling building in my chest and the sight of Helia’s composure starting to slip away.
With a final flick of my finger, I start to slide my hand down her body stopping at her waist for a brief moment.
The feeling of her beneath my hand is intoxicating, demanding more.
I trace the cut of her stomach, her muscles flexing as Helia’s breathing catches under my attention.
My voice is laced with desire as my hand continues to play. “Looks like someone is a little worked up.”
Helia chuckles, her body rumbling under mine, knowing that she is. Knowing that I have her right where I want her. She arches her neck to look at me, desire filling her eyes.
“I need you Itho. I can’t stop thinking about you even when you’re marching beside me and only an arm’s length away.
” My breath catches as the intensity in her gaze threatens to swallow me whole.
“You charm everyone without trying, you’re brave, complicated, and beautiful.
You see the real me. You. Are. Addicting.
” Her eyes fill my vision as she pushes up to a sitting position and in a single motion wraps one arm around my waist, locking me in place on her lap. “I need you, now.”
Our eyes dance across each other’s face as if we could disappear at any moment.
Then Helia consumes me, stealing the air from my lungs.
No more teasing, just pure passion and need for each other; for this moment.
Helia threads a free hand into my growing hair tilting my head back enough to give her better access.
She continues to hold me in place, but I manage to shimmy back enough to snake my hand down between us, fingers desperately seeking purchase under the loose fabric.
Tongues still entwining, I feel the hitch in her breath as I find what I was searching for.
Two fingers start to play delicately with her clit, a gentle circle, a slow aching stroke.
I push farther down, playing along her folds and teasing her entrance, before flowing all the way back up.
I moan into her mouth as I feel the slickness of her need already.
Unable to hold off anymore, Helia breaks our kiss, panting for air.
“Fuuuck…” She can barely get those words out, voice shaky.
My own breathing starts to quicken as her pleasure stokes the flames of my own. Her need feeds mine. Confidence thrumming, I push Helia back down, still teasing her, though with each passing moment, that teasing slowly becomes more urgent, matching Helia’s building fire.
I stop to readjust, shifting off her hips and straddling her thigh instead, giving me better access.
I take advantage immediately, slipping a finger inside while bending down to kiss her exposed breast. One finger quickly becomes two, my thumb giving attention to her clit.
Helia moans loudly, giving herself over fully to the sensations and pleasure.
Her noises fill the starry plateau, Helia’s true self on display for me.
Not a commander now, nor an Aspect. Just a woman; my woman.
My hips start to move, sensational friction urging my fingers to make pace.
Despite losing her grip on reality, Helia shifts her leg up slightly, giving my hips more leverage.
A throaty rumble is pulled out of me, joining Helia’s in the night air.
I flick the tip of my tongue across her hard nipple again, causing a small shake in her body, telling me she’s ready.
With renewed vigor, my hand speeds up, matching the shrinking time between Helia’s gasps for air. Her body starts to clench around my fingers, and I break off from her breast, quickly moving my lips back to her neck right below her ear. My breath is hot and raspy, driving Helia to the edge.
“I-Itho, I’m s-so close! Gods, I’m r-right there!” Pantheons but her passion fueled stammering drives me wild!
“Let go. Let go for me Helia.” As if my words unlock a secret door hidden within, Helia loses all abandon, her body surging under me.
“Oh fuuuck!” Her words turn into a strangled scream of ecstasy, her body convulsing with each surge of pleasure.
I slow my hand in time with each wave, letting her lead the way back down.
Her body quietly stills, becoming the glassy surface of undisturbed water as I slide my fingers out gently, causing one final shiver of pleasure.
My own release is out of immediate reach, but the joy from bringing Helia to that abyss and back is satiating in and of itself.
Helia peels her eyes open, staring up into the stars above while I take in the reflection of them along the stone, bathing Helia’s glorious body in light.
Without a word, she rolls to the side, guiding me onto my back as she lays next to me, head propped up on one hand.
Now it’s her turn to fiddle with my tunic, opening it partway, giving enough of a view for her eyes to smolder, despite having climaxed a moment ago.
My breath becomes more labored, my need coming back in force as Helia caresses my body with her eyes and hand.
“Tell me what you need right now. I don’t want to ruin this.” Thought is getting incredibly difficult, especially when I’m not even sure how to navigate things right now. Who cares? This might be the last night I ever spend with Helia, much less that I spend alive.
“Um, you can touch me. Let’s try it.”
Helia nods, her hand tracing a line down my chest, mimicking my play earlier.
Turnabout is fair play. Feeling my stomach move with my shortened breathing, her hand moves farther down to the crease of my hip, thumb kneading into my hip.
My body rolls uncontrollably, electricity flowing from her finger.
“I-I don’t know how long I’m going to last. You might…
want to…” Why does that feel so good?! Helia obliges, her hand finally moving inward and caresses my shaft.
Her hand grips me, but it doesn’t feel quite right.
“N-not like that. More like…more like…” I struggle for the words, breath coming in gulps, my mind on the brink.
Helia stops, confusion flashing quickly before turning into a knowing smile.
One that tells me exactly what’s about to happen.
“Oooh shit!” Her fingers shift to my tip and begin to make a circle just like I did to her.
Oh gods, this feels unreal. My body is a malleable tool in Helia’s hands, raw material for her artistry.
I would stay in this moment, this feeling, forever if she would allow it.
I barely register the sounds I am making, moans vibrating through my entire body, heat driving my hips up in time with Helia’s fingers.
Her mouth captures mine, nibbling at my lip as I struggle to breathe, chest aflame.
“That’s it. Be a good girl.” My eyes flow wide open, body rigid as release claims every sense.
My moans evolve into a heavens shattering scream, poorly muted by Helia’s mouth.
I am cast adrift on an ocean of pleasure and starlight, anchored only by Helia’s presence guiding me through each wave.
The stormy waters eventually calm, bringing the same stillness Helia reached.
A stillness only broken by ragged breathing.
The stars stretch out above us as I curl up into my lover’s arms; a shelter from the reality to come.