49. Ivory
Cocooned from head to toe, she let out a blissful sigh. Cozy sheets wrapped around her shoulders as her legs tangled between fuzzy calves and firm thighs. Her pillow moved to the beat of her heart, rich with the scent of spice and clean skin.
The events of last night and the threat of the Dragons felt like a faded memory, something that only required her attention in a distant reality. She stretched, and something tickled her nose. Then she realized her pillow wasn’t a pillow at all but the chest of an immaculate, stark-naked man.
With a contented sigh, she nuzzled into Adrian’s side. The copper hue of filtered sunlight pressed behind her eyelids, and she decided to stay in bed for as long as possible. She wanted to soak up every second of this. Just him and her, bathed in morning light.
The fine hairs on Adrian’s chest tickled her nose again, so she ran her hand up the sleek contour of his abdomen, brushing over his pecs to move the stray hair aside. His skin pebbled under her fingertips, his nipple hardening as she circled the areola.
Cracking open her eyes, she was greeted by the sight of Adrian sprawled on his back, face turned down so that his eyelashes dusted over his cheekbones. His lips were parted, rosy pink, and relaxed into a natural curve. Unbearably kissable. Auburn hair had come loose from its bun and fanned across the pillow, the pink-tipped strands mingling with her purple ones.
Blinking, she continued to study him, surprised to find him still in bed and even more astonished he hadn’t woken from her movement. The last time they’d slept together, he’d gotten up an hour before her usual alarm, but today, he seemed to enjoy sleeping in as much as she did.
Her gaze fell to the hollow of his neck, then to the nipple she’d teased, which was now tight and round. Uninhibited by his usual attire, she let her hand roam down his chest as the sheets fell away.
A burn seared through her lungs. She’d been holding her breath. With a quiet exhale, she continued to follow the line of his hair as it narrowed and cut down his stomach. One of his arms lay across his waist, fingertips brushing her side as if he couldn’t bear not touching her, even in sleep.
She traced around his hand, outlined the rings on his knuckles and smoothed over the skin on his wrist. Dipping down to his navel, she spread out her fingers and absorbed more of his body heat.
Tentatively, she explored lower and drew her fingers over the V at his hips. Her pointer finger found the trail of hair again below his waist, and she followed it, her hand slipping under the covers until she circled his girth. Half-erect, he stirred at her touch and filled her palm. She glanced back up at his face. Still no movement.
How many times had she come yesterday? Five? Six? How many orgasms did he have in store for her today?
She bit her lip in anticipation then tested the waters and squeezed his expanding length. He hardened instantaneously, rigid and thick. Noting each reaction, she slowly stroked up and down, then imagined what he would feel like inside her. When she’d finally earned every inch.
The excitement of pleasing him coursed over her skin like a trance, and with measured movements, she slipped under the covers. There, it became darker, hotter. The scent of him washed over her, followed by a heady rush of arousal.
She carefully squeezed between his legs and cupped his balls one at a time, rolling them in her palm. His cock surged, and she held in an elated squeak. Did he know? Or was he dreaming? But she couldn’t stop to lift the covers. Not when she had something better in mind.
Leveraging his cock to her lips, she ran the tip of her tongue up the tight skin of his frenulum, then closed her lips around his head. He shifted, widening his thighs with a throaty groan. Her pussy blushed at the sound, flooding with heat. Motivated all the more, she flattened her tongue and swirled around the crown of his shaft before licking down to his base.
He tasted better than she remembered, fresh from the shower and warm from sleep. With one hand, she continued to work his balls while the other combed over his thigh, relishing the flex of his muscles as she licked back up and sucked on his slit.
He tensed, shifting again as she took him down her throat. His skin slid over her tongue, and she went slow enough to feel him throb.
Eagerly, she incremented the pace bit by bit, transitioning all her attention to his subconscious reactions, to breathing him in and savoring the salty nip of precum that leaked onto her tongue. Her mouth watered, wanting to taste more, to feel more, to swallow every drop, and when she was done, she wanted to come up and see the same satiated expression on his face he’d worn yesterday.
Her pace quickened, cheeks hollowed, palms resting flat over his hips. The strain and pull of his muscles increased until he jerked, then relaxed with a deep groan. She held him in the back of her throat, knowing he’d woken fully and unsure what to do next.
His hand ventured under the sheets. Finding her head, he gave her a gentle caress and murmured something she couldn’t make out, then held her down as he thrust upwards. A thick rope of cum shot into her mouth. She swallowed happily, giggling as his dick gave a defeated pulse.
They both stilled, his heavy breaths puffing in the air and her hum of satisfaction vibrating through his semi-hard erection.
“Come here,” he mumbled, reaching for her.
She climbed over him, gratified to see him wearing a radiant smile, slanted from sleep and post-orgasm endorphins.
“Morning,” she murmured, kissing the faded remnants of the bruise on his ribs.
“I see someone wanted to start the day with dessert,” he rasped.
She grinned against his skin.
He pulled her up to his lips, rougher than she anticipated and urgent, as if they had gotten jealous of the rest of his body. His stubble scratched her cheek, but the gentle press of his mouth quickly soothed her.
“Feeling rested?” He feathered kisses along the outline of her smile and up the bridge of her nose. “Sore at all?”
She shook her head, too lost in his affection to speak.
“Good.” He bracketed his hands on her hips and hauled her up and over his chest. Before she could process what was happening, his tongue swept through her folds and dipped into her sex.
She moaned, struggling to find balance. He anchored her to his mouth without room for protest. The lazy ease with which she’d woken up shattered instantly, her limbs seizing with shock and pleasure. He parted her folds with indulgent lips and sought out her clit in slow, deliberate strokes.
“You’re soaked.” His voice dropped low and crisp, the statement not a compliment but an accusation.
It only made her hotter, and another flood of arousal emphasized his point. Unable to squirm, he held her in place as she gasped again.
He licked a long stroke up her sex and hummed in approval. “Did sucking my dick get you wet?”
She nodded, then remembered he couldn’t see because his face was buried in her pussy. “Y-yes.”
He dug one hand into her ass and moved the other to her breast, his tongue transitioning to short flicks over her clit that made her jaw open in a silent plea. Crack . Her nipple stung from the slap, yet it tightened out more, pointing into the cold air. Ravenous tingles washed over her as Adrian continued to lick her.
“Did you like swallowing my cum?”
Thoughts and emotion jumbled in her brain. Her world reduced to the single point of contact between his tongue and her swollen clit. She swallowed and licked her lips, the taste of him lingering. “Mhm.”
He slapped her other nipple. Her legs clenched around his head so hard she felt a wave of guilt. But desperation quickly replaced it, chasing her pleasure as he ground her hips into his mouth and let her fuck his face.
“Needy today, aren’t you?” he mumbled into her soft flesh.
She sobbed, unable to choke out an answer as heat expanded and blazed inside her. “I’m—going to—”
“No.” He pulled her back and held his tongue still against her clit, effectively prolonging the crest of her orgasm while keeping it just out of reach. Her body bucked against his restraint, driven wild with want.
“Please,” she whimpered. “I need to come.”
His eyebrows raised. “Need or want?” The puff of his breath teased her tender skin, a mockery of the relief he held hostage. “And you’ve forgotten my title this morning. That’s more than enough to earn you a punishment.”
Her head hung in defeat, blood pounding in her ears. “Please, sir…I want you to let me come.”
“I will, sweetheart.” He kissed her clit, then looked up at her with bright, sadistic eyes. “So pretty when you beg. But you don’t get to come yet.”
“That’s not fair,” she whined.
“You’re right.” He licked from her clit all the way down her slit, circling her tight rosebud and reawakening the sharp edge of his denial. “It’s not fair that you taste so good. I should wake up to this every morning.” She pouted as he gave her ass cheek one last possessive squeeze. “Today, we’re going to test your limits.”
She still squirmed despite the warning in his eyes, trying one last time to sway his mind. Testing her limits did sound fun, though, if not a bit scary. “What kind of limits?”
He sat up and slid her onto his waist, the contact almost unbearable against her exposed clit. “For starters, not coming when I tell you not to and not teasing me to try and get your way.”
She pouted. “Sorry. I haven’t been very good today.”
He tilted her chin so she looked up. “You’ve done nothing wrong, Iv. Don’t mix up our games with how I view you. You could never disappoint me.”
Her worry faded, and she closed her eyes as he sealed his lips over hers. The tang of her taste coated her tongue, and she cupped his face, running her fingers through his sharp stubble. He turned and placed a tender kiss on the inside of her wrist. “That doesn’t mean I won’t try to challenge you, especially when I know how sweet the reward will be if you’re obedient.”
Oh, a reward? If it was worth giving up her orgasm now, then he must have something incredible in mind. “Am I that predictable?” she asked, biting back a grin.
He chuckled, busy inspecting the cut on her finger, which had sealed overnight. Once satisfied that it wasn’t bothering her, he pressed it to his lips. “Don’t think I took my own reward for granted. Waking up to your mouth wrapped around my dick was a priceless experience, and I plan to repay you more than double.”
Her laugh came out twice as breathless as usual, and insecurities washed away quicker than she had time to register them. Then her stomach grumbled. “How about actual breakfast?” she suggested. “I can make pancakes again.”
“I would love that.” He tucked a strand of hair behind her ear and let his fingertips continue down her neck. His eyes followed as his hand slid over her shoulder to her waist, landing on her hips. They both looked down and stared at the place where she was all pink, throbbing, and thoroughly soaked.
“I want you dressed like this,” he declared.
She wiggled back towards his erection. “Naked?”
“Yes.” He pulled her forward with a stern look. “You’re allowed a shirt while cooking around the stove. No bra.” He plucked at one of her nipples, and it hardened at his touch. “I want access to every part of you. All day.”
Her body hummed under his gaze, euphoric at the thought of his hands—much less his mouth or any other part of him—attending to her for a whole day.
“Deal!” She scampered off the bed, then paused in front of his dresser. “May I?”
“Top drawer,” he said, getting up as well. The covers fell off his thighs and pooled at his knees.
With a blush, she turned to the dresser and opened the drawer. Careful not to disturb the clutter scattered on top, she found a folded stack of clothes and rifled through them until a familiar design caught her attention—the same skull shirt he’d worn at the Halloween party.
The cotton felt soft and worn like it had been washed a hundred times. She slipped it over her head, and it fell just past the bottom curve of her ass. The shirt covered enough of her skin to maintain a decent warmth but exposed everything else for her knight’s free use.
She twirled, giving Adrian a little show. “Does it look good?”
Unashamed hunger flashed behind his golden, lust-filled eyes. “You do.”
She giggled. “Wearing your clothes makes me feel like a badass. Maybe I should have worn this instead of my witch costume.”
“Your ass is very bad, indeed.” His lips twitched. “I’ll take care of that later.”
Oh no. “That’s not what I meant,” she protested.
He stood and kissed her on the head, dick pressing impatiently against her hip. Her pussy clenched in anticipation. “Tease me all you want, sweetheart. If you want attention, attention is what you’ll get.”