26 #2
“Face your fears for me. Show me how brave you are.”
I nodded quickly, desperately. The flame licked across my nipple, quick enough to feel but not to burn. An intoxicating cocktail of relief, adrenaline, and desire pumped through my veins, my chest heaving with the effort to stay still.
“Do you want more?” she said, her voice rapid with excitement. She had me in her jaws, a masochistic little lamb begging for slaughter.
“Yes! I want—oh, fuck—”
Back and forth, she moved the flame over my nipples. Every spark of heat made tiny, petulant sounds burst out of me.
Gasping with need, sweating, I groaned when she set the candle aside.
“Fuck off with these clothes,” she suddenly muttered, lifting me as she got to her feet. She stripped me naked, before drawing me down onto the rug.
She put me on my knees, my hands clasped on the back of my head as she played with my nipples: sucking, pinching, teasing bites. My hips shuddered, longing for stimulation as her hand played between my legs, stroking my thighs but never going any higher.
“That’s my girl.” She murmured it so offhandedly, like it was natural.
Like I really was her girl . “Look at me.” Her hand came up and held my face, calloused fingers tracing lightly down my jaw.
Her thumb reached my mouth and stroked across my lip—then pressed inside.
At the same time, her other hand cupped between my legs, the heel of her palm rubbing against my clit.
Closing my lips around her thumb, I watched her eyes go round as I moaned and sucked. She pressed down on my tongue, forcing my jaw open and holding me like that. Saliva collected at the corners of my mouth, my tongue writhing under her thumb as I instinctively tried to swallow.
She chuckled, drew her thumb from my mouth, and offered her index and middle fingers instead. “Get them nice and wet for me,” she said. “Because these fingers are going inside your pussy.”
I ran my tongue over the digits and slid it between them, never taking my eyes off her. When she pulled back, a thin string of saliva glistened as it stretched from my lips to her fingers.
“Fuck, you’re so sexy, Salem. What did I ever do to deserve you?”
She pressed one finger inside me, slick as it entered. I held my breath, but she grasped my jaw, squeezing my cheeks.
“ Deep breaths now... that’s it.” She breathed with me. Her forehead pressed to mine, and I fell into the fiery night of her eyes. I exhaled, then sucked in the warmth between us, letting her fill my lungs. Her finger moved slow and deep, curling and caressing until my eyes rolled back.
“Ready for more?” she murmured. I nodded rapidly, then moaned as a second finger slid inside me. She thrust as I rocked my hips, grinding into her hand.
“You’re doing so well. God, look at you. Ride my fingers, baby. Show me how badly you want it.”
She pulled my face closer and kissed me, fingers and tongue moving in wicked unison.
Her breathing grew heavier as she said, “I’m going to make you come so hard, you won’t even remember your own name.”
Instantly, for reasons I couldn’t understand, my anxiety swelled.
No, no, not now! Why now?
But what if I couldn’t do it? What if I couldn’t orgasm, what if I took too long, what if she got impatient? My movements grew clumsy and I held my breath again, my eyes darting away from hers.
“Are we still green, sweet girl?” she said, in that tone of voice that made me melt into a puddle. She released her hold on my jaw and stroked her fingers across my cheek. “Talk to me.”
You’re overthinking. Just stop thinking. What’s the matter with you? Why do you always have to complicate things?
Shaking my head, I stuttered, “It’s nothing, I’m fine, I’m good, we’re green—”
She gently withdrew her fingers from between my legs and brought them to her mouth to suck clean. The sight of her savoring my arousal almost made my brain short-circuit, already near overwhelm.
“I consent only to honest, enthusiastic play from you, Salem,” she said, popping her fingers from her mouth. “Do you understand? If you’re using me to self-destruct, then we’re going to stop. Right now.”
My body was coiled like a spring.
“No... I’m not...” I said. “It’s just... I got... nervous...”
There, you’ve gone and ruined it, haven’t you? Because you had to get lost in your head. This is why people can’t stand you, Salem. This is why—
“What’s making you nervous?” Her voice was gentle, unbothered. But I felt like I’d let her down.
She held my face, one hand on each cheek as she slowly rubbed my tense jaw. It gave me something solid to cling to in the midst of the storm in my mind.
She repeated, “What is it? Be honest with me. It’s okay. You’re safe with me.”
“I... um...” Swallowing hard, I said, “I’m not sure if I’ll be able to come.
I just... I might not... sometimes it takes a while and sometimes it doesn’t happen if I’ve been anxious.
And the past few days... it’s just..
. so much. My brain fixates on things and sometimes it’s like.
.. like a stuck record. So I keep remembering the awful things.
” Things like corpses and monsters, blood and specters.
I swallowed hard, still unable to look at her. I wanted to curl in on myself like a bug.
“I understand,” she said. “I really do. It’s okay to feel what you’re feeling. What can I do? What do you need from me?”
My lungs unlocked. I exhaled, a heavy shudder went through me.
“What you’re doing is... perfect. I just needed to slow down.
I like this, I really like this, and I want to keep going.
.. I want...” I lifted my eyes, and for a moment, the softness in her gaze made me catch my breath again. “I want you. I do.”
She took my hands and kissed them. She drew me close and wrapped her arms around me. The warmth of her embrace was a ray of sunlight piercing through fog, and I sighed as I rested my head against her.
“Listen to me: I’m perfectly happy to sit here with you all night,” she said.
“Whether I’m pleasuring you until you’re squirming and begging.
.. or just holding you. If you can’t come, that’s okay.
It’s not going to hurt my ego or make me impatient.
As long as you feel good and you’re enjoying yourself, that’s what matters to me. All I want is for you to be okay.”
I couldn’t think straight when I was this close to her.
Her words soothed the trembling knot of anxiety in my chest, loosening it until I could breathe deeply again.
She stroked her fingers through my hair and gripped it, playfully shaking my head as she smirked with such confident swagger that my toes curled.
“I’m not trying to rush toward the goal of an orgasm,” she said. “I want to see your pleasure build, slow and easy like the tide coming in. I want to make those beautiful eyes roll back in your head from how good you feel. I want you to feel safe and cared for, just as you are.”
She pressed her cheek to mine, talking soft and slow in my ear.
“My only goal is to explore ecstasy together. To learn your body like my own. All I need you to do is talk to me. Tell me how you feel, what you like. Let me worry about the rest.”
She kissed me again and laid me on my back on the furs, encouraging me to take slow, deep breaths as she caressed my legs.
“You’re safe here,” she said. “The gates are closed. The lights are on. Loki is watching the door.” She leaned down and kissed my collarbone, then my throat, my chest. “I’ll take care of you, baby.”
She moved slowly, taking her time to kiss and caress every inch of me. When my breath would stutter with pleasure, she would pause, giving extra special attention to the sensitive spot she’d found. She laid her head against my stomach, traced the curves of my hips and thighs.
“We’ll get through this,” she said. “You and me. Together.”
“Together,” I echoed, the word comforting me.
My legs encircled her as she sat up. Maybe it was just the firelight, but the way she looked at me felt like adoration. It was tender and warm.
“Are you okay?” she said, and I nodded. She lifted her hand to her mouth, and slowly sucked the two fingers that had been inside me only minutes ago. I watched her with growing anticipation, heat swelling in my core. She ran her nails up and down my inner thigh, the sensation making me shiver.
“Look at you, dripping for me,” she said after withdrawing her fingers from her mouth. “I know that sweet pussy wants more. Remember your safeword. Remember to talk to me. Are you okay to keep going?”
I nodded quickly. She kissed my thigh, then the other, and ducked her head down.
She made me see stars. Fingers and tongue worked in unison, pumping and sucking until I was wound so tight, I felt as if I would levitate off the floor.
But then her movements slowed. She worked her fingers steady and deep, kissing my hips, dragging her nose across my sensitive skin. She locked her eyes on mine as she laid a kiss beside my navel, her breath giving me goose bumps.
She drew out her fingers, slick and shining, and sucked them clean. “Fuck, you taste so good. Like heaven.” She wrapped her arms around my thighs as she consumed me. Her tongue drew a devilish rhythm, awakening every nerve until my legs were shaking.
“Fuck, that’s it, there you go,” she said, her words sloppy with her tongue against me.
I was hurtling toward the edge, unable to stop. All I could do was cry her name as I gripped her hair and my thighs squeezed, orgasm rushing over me like a tidal wave.
She drew my soul out of my body. She moved with me, she praised my reactions. She asked, “Do you like that?” in such a gutturally sexy voice I almost fell apart again.
“I’m looking forward to using my strap on you again,” she said, her grin widening when my eyes went round. “And you’ll take it like a good girl for me, won’t you?” She thrust her fingers deep and slow, working me through waves of stimulation. I whimpered and writhed, and her expression grew wild.
She stripped off her clothes, pausing between every article because my hands were all over her. Touching, exploring, finding the places that made her breath catch. Worshiping her, in awe of her beauty. But she was attentive; she was so focused on me that it continually caught me off guard.
“Let me taste you,” I begged.
Taking me by the throat, she pinned me to the ground. She got on her knees and knelt over my face, tempting me, teasing me.
“Reach for it if you want it so bad,” she murmured as I strained against her hand, cutting off my own air. But I didn’t need air; I needed her, only her, smothering me, filling me, taking all of me.
She was infatuating. The touch of her skin. The smell of her arousal. The soft hum she made when she turned around, her perfect ass filling my entire vision. She swayed, a final sexy tease before she sat on my face.
The taste of her made me groan. I lapped my tongue over her clit, savoring every gasp and tremble. Gripping her thighs, I squeezed them tighter around my head.
“Fuck, you’re so good,” she groaned. I couldn’t see what she was doing, realizing only when I felt her mouth close over me again. My hips bucked up, writhing beneath her.
Wrapping my arm around her leg, I used two fingers to spread her open, focusing the tip of my tongue on her clit. She groaned, body twitching and jerking as I sucked and licked. I carefully pulled back the hood of her clit, which was swollen with need, as I suctioned my lips onto her.
“Ah, yes, right there!” She rode my tongue, and I was in heaven, listening to her moan and feeling her shudder.
I was a mess, drenched with her, drunk on desire, lost in a haze of pleasure. Her muscles tensed; her legs shook. I wasn’t so far gone that I wasn’t paying attention. She was close, and I wanted nothing more than for her to come on my tongue.
My limbs were shaking, and I was swiftly losing proper control of my muscles. All my will, all my focus, was on chasing her orgasm. She shuddered and said, “God, Salem, you’re gonna make me come—”
Her guttural, desperate words made my belly clench. Her arousal was salty-sweet, slick and delicious on my mouth, nose, and chin. The sound of her drove me wild, and when she groaned with her mouth and tongue on my pussy, I lost control.
I came hard, muscles convulsing. She kept licking, sucking, grinding herself on me. My body was possessed, shaking uncontrollably. She seized my legs, curling them up and hooking them beneath her arms as she consumed me without mercy.
The room spun. Time had no meaning anymore. I was a boneless bundle of stimulation, barely human, somewhere between waking and dreaming.
There was a weight on the rug beside me and a gentle touch on my face. Rayne pulled me close, wiping my mouth with the back of her hand.
“We’ll make it, Salem,” she murmured. “One night at a time, we’ll fucking make it.”