Nila #2
“Oh?” My knickers grew shamefully wet. “What’s that?”
Taking a step back, he crooked his finger. “Get off the bed.”
Without a word, I obeyed.
My bare toes hit the soft carpet. My high heels had fallen off as Jethro carried me down the gangway to our room after leaving the party.
“Take your dress off.” Jethro’s left hand looped his belt tight around his fist while his right one disappeared into his black boxer-briefs.
The train of my dress resembled a wake of lace, the undone buttons giving me enough room to slink out of it and let the combined corset and overlay slip to the floor.
I stood before him in the sheer teddy I’d had Jasmine order for me online. She’d hidden it for me so it would be a surprise on our wedding night.
Tonight.
We’re married.
The words sporadically kept popping into my head like toys on Christmas morning.
I’m a wife.
I have a husband.
There was nothing more erotic than that. Nothing more tantalising or desirous.
Grabbing his cock, Jethro swallowed hard. “Christ, you’re beautiful.”
The intensity in his eyes stripped me bare. I struggled to keep my hands by my side and not pluck at the garter belt attached to the unsubstantial G-string or run my prickling palms over the silky pantyhose.
I let Jethro drink me in because I had every intention of doing the same.
My eyes were selfish. My body greedy. My soul hungry.
“I want to bite every inch of you. I want to rip off your lingerie and take you hard. I want to bury you in my arms and never let you fucking go.”
Jethro’s voice mimicked a tidal wave on sand, velvet and soothing but rough and wild.
His hand worked harder, his quads tensing beneath his slacks. The action alone made my nipples throb with need.
“I can’t stop staring at you.” Jethro’s jaw clenched as he stroked faster. “Nothing else matters knowing you’re mine and I can touch you, taste you, fuck you however I want.”
The urge to touch him overwhelmed me. I wanted to consummate our marriage.
Now.
However, Jethro drove me to breaking point.
The least I could do was return the favour.
Drifting my hands from my throat to my breasts, I tweaked my nipples through the sheer teddy.
“I love knowing you’re mine. That your fingers belong inside me, your cock was made to pleasure me, your mouth designed to kiss me every day. ”
Jethro stumbled. “You have no idea. Every day, Nila. Every fucking day I’m going to give you those three things.”
The room swam with lust, inviting the ocean below to transform air into liquid and oxygen into molten heat.
Dropping my hands to my pussy, I fingered myself through the lace. “I want to see you. I want to see your hard, long cock. I want to get on my knees and suck you. I want to feel you shatter and lick up every drop.”
“Fucking hell.” Jethro broke first.
My heart leapt with triumph as he stalked toward me, wrenched his hand from his trousers, and grabbed mine to replace it. His other hand latched around my nape, the buckle of his belt clinking against my collar. “Touch me, Needle. Fucking feel how much I want you.”
My fingers instantly obeyed, stealing his invitation and invading his underwear. The moment my touch met velveteen steel, his stomach rippled with tension.
Grabbing a fistful of my hair, he growled, “I want your lips around my dick. I want your tongue lapping what I give you. But for now, now, I can’t fucking think straight. I can’t do this anymore. I need to be inside you. Immediately.”
His lips smashed against mine, his groan slipping deep into my chest. I battled his tongue, hints of violence and danger unravelled my decorum faster and faster.
The kiss turned fatal, killing off any last worries or maladies.
The ignition between us turned viperous as our past was suddenly deleted. The lid on our previous lifetimes snapped closed with finality. And a blank new page spread out before us. We were the quill and ink ready to pen a new chapter.
“Nila—” Jethro’s touch turned savage, his tongue making mad love to mine with unscripted synchronicity. His touch became a Ferris wheel of caresses and demands, pushing me onto the bed again.
Splaying my hips, he stepped between my spread legs. The moment I rested on my back, he ripped at my knickers, yanking them down my legs. The garter belt fastenings pinged away, relinquishing the pantyhose and leaving me bare.
I couldn’t breathe. I could barely stay within the boundaries of my skin as Jethro slammed to his knees and yanked me closer to his mouth.
His breath seduced me first, breezing over my clit, followed by filthy, delectable words.
“I have no doubt we’ll fight and make-up.
We’ll spend every day sharing a different experience, but this.
..this is the best part of today.” His fingers danced over my entrance, teasing me with distraction.
“I’m going to eat you, Needle. I’m going to lick and fuck you with my tongue before I fuck you as my wife. ”
His fingertips flew to my pantyhosed thighs, holding me down. “You’re the sunbeam to my black diamond...”
My heart billowed at the poetic confession. “Jet—”
My hands dove into his hair, looping through the strands. He lived in my heartbeat, my breath, my thoughts. And now, he lived in my soul because we’d traded one for the other with our vows.
His tongue touched me first, a tentative lick—followed by the wet heat of his mouth. I bucked, my fingers clutching his hair for an anchor. Dizziness took me hostage; I didn’t know if it was vertigo or Jethro’s mastery.
He kissed my clit, moving to my entrance with a pointed tongue. The first quest inside me wrenched a moan from my chest. A very loud moan.
I craved more, more, more.
Tugging on his hair, I arched my hips, demanding what I needed.
Jethro chuckled, turning my world topsy turvy. “Not enough for you, greedy wife?”
His head ducked, his tongue pushing inside me...deep inside.
“Oh, God.” My entire body contracted, begging for everything he wanted to give. The first ripple of an orgasm made me gasp. Yes. Yes, yes, yes.
“No, not yet.” Jethro stopped, ending the ladder of bliss.
I growled, pushing my cheek into the bedding. “Tease.”
He blew on my pussy, drying his saliva and activating a whole other world of enslavement.
“I don’t want you coming. Not until you’re screaming.”
My eyes met his. “I’ll scream. I’ll do whatever you want.”
He grinned. “I’ll remember that next time you’re arguing with me over some mundane thing.”
“Our life will never be mundane.”
His gaze clouded a little. “You’re right. You’ve shackled yourself to a VEP.”
Smiling, I stroked his bristled cheek. “Wrong, I shackled myself with a diamond heir who I share six-hundred-years of history with. That alone means our future will never be drab.”
His head tilted in my hold, his glistening lips pressing against my palm. “You’re right.”
Tearing his face from my touch, his mouth landed back on my pussy. “Let’s start rewriting history right now.”
His tongue dived back inside me, tearing away comprehension.
I writhed as the promise of a release built quickly and sharp. A violent crackle of lust doused my system as his tongue thrust so deep, I convulsed on the covers.
Gone was the patience of making me wait. Gone were the threats of wanting to make me scream. It was no longer a threat but a promise.
He would make me scream—with or without my permission.
A release, as well as the sharpest cry, percolated in my heart like bubbling champagne ready to escape the bottle of my body.
“Will you scream?”
His tongue penetrated again, destroying every last wall and filling up every remaining crevice inside me. I became whole as his groans vibrated against my slippery flesh, the physicality of sex turning into an emotional reward the longer he licked.
Pleasure built and built and built as his rhythmic sucking destroyed me.
“Scream, Nila.” Two fingers suddenly replaced his tongue, spearing deep, tearing my orgasm from eager into existence.
I had no choice.
I came.
And came.
And came.
Two fingers became three, twisting me open, dragging far more pleasure than I thought possible.
I rocked and thrashed and screamed.
I screamed for Jethro. For our future. For every day of our lives unwritten.
“Fuck.” Jethro’s five o’clock shadow sandpapered my inner thighs as he granted me such a delicious release. “Again.”
Every inch of me burned and tingled. “There’s no way.”
Jethro took my denial as a challenge. “There is a way.” He blew hot air over my swollen pussy. The warm breeze did nothing to temper raw and throbbing nerves.
My legs trembled to close. I wanted to rest. I needed to rest.
The tip of his tongue licked my folds, granting tenderness after a feral finishing.
“You will come again. You’ll come as many times as I command.
After all, tonight is our wedding night, and I love watching you come apart.
I love knowing I bring you pleasure. I love hearing you pant and moan.
I love the way your cunt clutches my fingers as if afraid I’d ever leave you. ”
His three fingers slowly moved in and out of me, spreading my wetness, forcing my body to spindle into another climb.
He didn’t rush me this time, taking every second and stretching them until my satedness gave way to hunger. The steady gathering made me breathless, my body tightening and quickening under his erotic conducting.
“Come for me.”
My toes curled as he increased his pressure, but I wanted something more.
“I can’t...I need—”
“What do you need?”
I rocked my hips, giving myself over to the creature he’d made me. “I need your cock. I need you riding me. I need to feel you claim me completely.”
His teeth nipped my clit, a rumbling growl spilling from his mouth.
“I need you to come with me, Kite.”
In an effortless move, he leapt from knees to feet. His cock was a javelin, proud and hard, while his slacks hung precariously on his hips.