Chapter 30 #2
I popped open two more buttons.
“Bressen,” she said, her tone a playful admonishment.
“Sshh. Don’t distract me,” I said. “If I lose count, I’ll have to start over.” I kissed the newly uncovered spot, then added an extra for good measure. “Three. Four.”
She fell silent, and I resumed my task of opening her buttons two at a time and planting kisses as I went. My cock was still hard, but my need was manageable at the moment. We’d see who broke first, her or me.
Cyra
I savored the feel of Bressen’s lips pressing lightly to my back as he slowly undid the fastenings of my dress, even if he was driving me mad.
Not being able to see him for much of the day had been torture, but this was its own special hell.
Bressen wanted to take his time, but I was dying already, and he’d only gotten up to seventeen kisses so far.
What I wouldn’t give to have Maziren’s strength back for just a few minutes so I could toss Bressen onto his back, rip his pants open, and ride him until our screams of pleasure brought the Citadel guards running to see what was the matter.
He finally reached the last of the buttons, and my breathing shallowed as I waited to see what he’d do next.
His hand moved down to the skirt of the dress, and he pulled it slowly up my legs.
He shifted his body down the bed, and I felt his hands on the backs of my thighs as he slid the fabric the rest of the way up over my backside.
Then he looped his fingers over the waist of my undergarment and pulled it down my legs, each move achingly slow and deliberate.
There was a pause when I didn’t hear or feel anything until he shifted again so he was kneeling near my legs. He lifted one of my feet back so my leg bent at the knee, then he kissed the top of the foot before kissing a trail around my ankle.
“How many is that now?” I asked.
“I lost count,” he said. “I’ll have to start over.” He kissed a path along the back of my calf. “One…two…three…”
“We do have to sleep sometime tonight,” I teased.
“Do you want me to stop?” he asked. He put my foot down and straddled my calves. I felt his next two kisses on the backs of my knees before he kissed a new path up my thigh.
My breath hitched as he got closer and closer to the apex of my legs. I jerked in surprise as he ran his teeth over one buttock, then nipped at the cheek. He did the same to the other.
I was panting as his body moved higher. He lowered himself down so his bare chest grazed my back, and I realized he’d taken his jacket and shirt off at some point.
He resumed kissing my back, but I cried out when he moved his hand between my legs and slipped a finger inside me. I arched my ass up into him, chasing his touch and pushing him deeper.
He groaned against my ear. “Fuck, Cyra. You’re so gods damned wet. How am I supposed to keep things slow when your body is begging me to fuck you?”
He pushed a second finger inside me and moved them in and out.
I moaned and writhed beneath him like a wanton, needy little creature.
One might’ve thought I hadn’t been touched in weeks.
I opened my legs to give him better access, and I rode his hand as best I could with half his weight pressing down on top of me.
“Bressen…please,” I begged.
“Not yet,” he said, and he lifted himself off me.
I made a sound of frustration as he withdrew his fingers.
He grabbed the shoulders of my dress and pulled them down so they were at my elbows, then he flipped me over on my back.
This left my breasts exposed, but it also pinned my arms to my sides.
He was on top of me again, his hips cradled between my legs.
“What are you doing?” I asked, a note of desperation in my voice.
He didn’t answer but instead kissed a circle around one nipple before biting it gently, then sucking it into his mouth.
My body nearly combusted as the feel of his mouth on my breast almost pushed me over the edge.
I bucked beneath him and tried to grind my clit against his torso, desperate now for a release.
He switched his mouth to my other breast and sucked hard, and I screamed as my climax exploded through me.
He didn’t let up, and my body rocked and shuddered beneath him as I fisted my hands in the covers and let the aftershocks roll over me.
Bressen moved back up and planted gentle kisses along my face and neck as I lay panting beneath him, barely able to move.
“Better?” he asked, and I could only nod as words failed me.
Gods, he hadn’t even done that much to me, but my body didn’t care. Maybe I’d missed him that much, or maybe those gentle kisses all over my skin had done more than I thought.
“I don’t think we got to a thousand kisses,” he said. “You’re making this too easy on me. I guess we’ll just move on to the next part.”
He lifted himself off me but continued to trail kisses down between my breasts.
“Get this dress off me,” I said as I tried to wriggle it up my body.
Bressen sat back on his knees and looked down at me. There was a hint of a smile on his lips as he watched me struggle with it.
“I may not have the use of my arms, but I still have my magic,” I warned him.