Chapter 28 Reyes #2
“Please,” he begs again, and I drag my tongue up his inner thigh, edging myself on him.
I take my time, kissing and nipping at his skin, and he’s nearly crying when I press my lips over his slit.
It’s nothing more than a brush of my mouth, more of a kiss than anything, but his moan is so needy it gives me goosebumps.
I scoot closer, pressing a second kiss there, one with more pressure, and then lick up his center.
He moans again, arching his spine and spreading himself further for me as a rush of fluid wets my tongue.
The sound is so untamed, so callously desperate, that I grind against the mattress in response.
We build a rhythm, slowly at first as I savor every heady moment.
Nyx lifts his hips like he can’t help it, rocking them against my mouth.
Just inside his opening is a raised spot, and I give it my attention.
He draws in a loud gasp before releasing it as another of those delicious moans, and his thighs quake beside my head.
Okay, so he really likes that, then.
Everything is hot and wet, and so fucking slippery. His legs quiver and shake, jolting when I lick that spot. Feet flat on the mattress, he flexes up and rubs himself against me. He’s so lost in his pleasure that his inhibitions are gone, and I love it. Every sense is devoured by him.
His needy whimpers and louder moans.
The sweet flavor of him that covers my lips and chin.
The tremble of his thighs under my palms as I drag them along his skin.
My hips jerk against the bed, and I need more friction.
I shove my underwear down and give myself a few strokes that make my eyes roll into my skull.
My tongue slides lower, and I swirl it over his hole.
He gasps again and spreads his legs wider, and I take it as an invitation to eat him out there, too.
He starts to squirm, and I pull back, needing to catch my breath.
“Do you like that?” I ask, teasing his hole with my fingertip.
“Y-yes. It’s different… but good.”
“Tell me if you don’t.” I press another kiss to his inner thigh. “Not everyone does, and that’s okay. I always want you to be honest with me.”
“I… like it, but I like the others… better.”
“Thank you for telling me,” I say as I climb up his body to press a kiss on his lips. My tongue dips into his mouth and passes his taste between us, and he shudders as he clutches at my back. He lifts his hips impatiently, and I smile against our kiss.
“Impatient,” I tease as I drop between his legs again.
My tongue drags through his slit at the same time I wrap my fingers around his cock, and his breathy moan is loud and drawn out.
I explore every part of him, finding the places that make him shake and the spots that have him calling out.
Thorough, not leaving anything unchecked.
His hips move quicker, thrusting through my fist as I devour him.
Wild, panting breaths leave him faster, and his grip squeezes in my hair as he tries to drag me even closer.
“Ka-katsurrel,” he gasps, and I moan against him as I pull off and suck his cock back into my mouth.
He wails as I slip two fingers inside him, almost sobbing as he holds my head down, and I let him.
My nose pushes into his skin as he jerks up into the wet suction, and his body tenses.
He sobs my name, and I thrust against the bed with the same rhythm he uses on my mouth.
“Reyes,” he moans as his channel tightens against my fingers.
Hot, sweet cum shoots into my throat as his cock thuds against my tongue.
Another rush of slick seeps over my hand, and he whimpers helplessly as his body pulses around me.
It’s almost more than I can take, and I grind against the bed, still sucking gently on his cock as he empties himself into my mouth.
When he finally slumps in relief, my skin feels like it’s three sizes too small.
I slide my fingers out of him and release his cock, and he whines in pleasure as I crawl up his body.
He’s adorably wrecked. His hair is a wild mess, and his cheeks are flushed while he lies in a minefield of rumpled sheets.
“You are so beautiful,” I whisper, and his eyes are heavy and sated as they open.
Fingers dig into my neck and drag me closer. His pupils are pools of black atop those bright irises, and they say so much. “I want.” He feathers his lips over mine. “More… you. All of you.”
His name leaves me quiet, so very quiet. The sound is so reverent it has to be a prayer, and the gods must be listening because it’s granted and he’s mine. He’s all mine. “You have me.” My body settles over his as I prop my weight on my forearms. “All of me, Nyx. It’s yours. I’m yours.”
Needy lips find mine, and his legs spread further to cradle my body between them. My cock slides against his skin and drags through his slick heat, and his hips tilt. My cockhead presses against his entrance, and he wiggles as though he’s guiding me there.
I pull back and stare into his eyes, and the flames there tell me he’s burning alive just like me.
“All of you,” he repeats, and I search his face for a moment, looking for hesitation and finding none.
My hips rock until my head catches on his opening, and he pleads under his breath, begging me in those sweet, hushed tones to take him.
Silky smooth skin parts to let me slip inside him.
Slick coats us both, easing the stretch as I give him a moment to settle.
“I love you,” I whisper as I rock again, taking him deeper.
“Love you, love you. Always love you.” He nods as his nails dig into my shoulders, my back, and he doesn’t have to say the words for me to know.
Intoxicating.
Blazing heat and squeezing pressure, and so very wet.
Soft gasps and body spasms, and eyes rolling into his head.
Deep breaths and ragged exhales and mine.
Slowly, so fucking slowly, I move, savoring every second of this. I pull out and push in again, cataloging the way his lips part and his spine arches off the mattress. His cock digs into my stomach, unsated even after spilling into my mouth only minutes ago.
My head drops onto his shoulder, sucking at his skin as I thrust forward and bottom out inside him. His noises are soft like him, unrushed and sweet and everything I ever wanted to hear in life. The sounds of answered prayers and soulmates, and forever, and never being alone.
Tears spring to my eyes as I kiss his shoulder, his neck, his chin… anywhere my lips can reach. I fuck him slowly, never rushing, but my body is on fire, pulsing and demanding with its heat. “Nyx,” I whimper as my rhythm climbs, moving faster as his hands clutch my back and pull me even closer.
His moans grow louder, and we move as one.
Everything is this… us. The entire world is reduced to the two of us in this bed.
When he arches his back and pulls in a loud, pleasure-ridden breath, his body clamps around me.
Squeezing contractions and rushes of wet heat, and his cock jerks between us as fresh cum makes our bodies even more slippery.
My cries are muffled by his skin as I follow him over the edge.
Muscles pulse all the way in the deepest parts of me, and my cock throbs almost painfully as I release inside him.
Stars speckle my vision and my ears ring, and I hold him so very close as I thrust into him, riding the highs of this connection.
By the time I’m floating back to Earth, my orgasm has settled into tiny shocks of pleasure, and I give a few lazy rolls of my hips to chase the last sparks.
Nyx grunts softly, and I realize my lips are sealed around his shoulder, sucking a mark that will probably stay there for days. “Sorry,” I rasp as I lift onto my arms again, not yet willing to separate us. He’s the most beautiful sort of ruined underneath me, and his gaze is adoring.
“Was that okay?” I ask, and he nods, his eyes pooling with tears. My thumb swipes at a stray droplet that tries to escape, and I press a gentle kiss to his lips. “So perfect for me.”
When I move to climb off him, his hands on my back tighten and pull me against him once more. My softening cock drags through the mess we’ve made, and I groan quietly at the intimacy of the moment. “Love,” he whispers, and my eyes focus on him as he stares at me in wonder.
“Yes, sirrha. Love. So much love.” He sighs happily, and finally, I lift off him to grab a towel.
When I come back in the room, I silently memorize the sight of his knees fallen wide, cum all over his stomach and leaking from his entrance to pool underneath him.
He’s stunning, and I can’t believe he’s mine.
“Thank you for letting me take care of you.” I kiss his lips, then gently wipe the mess from his body. He’s happy to let me work, watching me with sleepy eyes, and I have to bite back my chuckle at how relaxed he is.
Seems someone is getting used to being spoiled, and I love every second of spoiling him.