Chapter 13 #2
I pull my mouth away from hers to trail gentle sucking kisses down her neck as I continue to give her breasts all the attention they deserve.
Stopping where her neck meets her collarbone, I give a stronger suck that has her writhing beneath me.
I don’t linger long; a hickey would draw too many questions, and anyway, I’m more than jumping at the opportunity to continue my exploration of her chest.
“Did you complete your homework, Miss Aurelia?” I breathe against her fevered skin. A chill runs through her as my beard scratches between her breasts.
She doesn’t answer immediately, and I glance up at her through my eyelashes. The corner of her lower lip is firmly caught in her teeth. I slide up her body, my cock dragging along her thigh and kiss that worry spot. She releases it, and I trace the teeth marks with my tongue.
“What is it, princess?”
“I…” She takes her lip again, turning her head to the side and hiding those incredibly green eyes from me. “I was too tired.”
Her voice is shaky and unsure. I don’t know why she feels the need to lie, but now isn’t the time to dig into what’s got her hung up about it. I can feel the need radiating off her, the fine tremble in her body. Her gaze screams lust, and I’m more than happy to remedy that for her.
“Is this okay?” I ask as I trail along the waistband of her jeans, careful even as her body is giving me the green light.
She nods.
“I need words, Aurelia. Consent is mandatory.”
“Yes.” Her breathy little voice is making me weak. “I’ll tell you if I need you to stop.”
Her hands go to my hair, giving the gentlest tug, shooting sparks straight to my dick.
I resume my previous task, kissing down to the exposed skin of her chest. Her bra keeps me from where I desperately want to be, and I tongue the edge, trying to see just how far I can reach inside and just what kind of noises I can get from her.
“This has got to fucking go,” I growl.
She merely nods and reaches behind her back.
“No, no.” I wag a finger at her. “Allow me. A gentleman never lets a lady remove her own undergarments.”
My heart tries to escape my ribs at her laughter while my dick is leaking in my pants.
I make quick work of her plain navy-colored bra.
I may not have much practice at disrobing women, or anyone really, but a hook and eyelet system won’t slow me down.
I push the cups up, since her shirt constrains the straps.
My breath stops, and all thought outside of this bedroom flies the coop.
“Christ, those are magnificent.”
And they are. Perfectly round, rosy little nipples, pert and positively begging for my tongue.
And of course, I oblige. The small circles I make around one nipple have her panting.
Her hands are in my hair again, and the dull ache of her fingers tugging on the strands only spurs me on.
I move to the other, but keep my hand on the first as she presses her chest harder against me.
“Oh, my god,” she whimpers over and over.
A few days ago, she refused a blessing bestowed by me in my religious form, and now I have her beseeching The Divine in my bed. And I haven’t even touched her below the waist.
I should rectify that.
Her tight jeans will be difficult to remove if I want to continue showing her breasts how worthy they are of adoration, so I settle for pressing a hand against her through the thick fabric.
Apparently, that’s enough for her, and she begins to grind her hips against my hand.
My cock digs painfully into the mattress, and I shift, searching for relief.
Her pants turn to tentative moans, and I pick up the pace of my hand on her hot mound. I can feel dampness seeping through, and I need more. She needs more. I reach for her belt, but she grips my wrist.
“Wait,” Aurelia gasps, eyes gone wide. “I’m not, um... Prepped?”
“Oh, my dear, Nanny Sumner,” I say with a grin. “A little hair is not enough to scare me from my prize.”
Heat radiates from her flushed skin, and I somehow grow harder.
She silently deliberates for a moment, but when I return my fingers to stroking her over the denim, she finally relents with a small nod.
I manage to wrangle her belt undone one-handed, reaching under the waistband of her jeans and beneath the panties that I can’t even bother to see.
“Fuck, you’re so wet,” I hiss against her chest. Christ, I missed this. The caveman in me preens that I’ve done this to her. I’ve made her cunt weep for my touch.
“Oh. I’m sorry.” Aurelia tries to clamp her thighs shut, and the hand that still works her tits snaps down to hold her open for me.
“Don’t you fucking dare,” I snarl as I begin to stroke that molten slit.
My fingers glide along her, eliciting the most delicious noises yet.
Soon, only incoherent sounds are tumbling from her lips.
I feel the muscles in her legs start to tense around me, my own hips moving without conscious thought as I hump the mattress to chase my own pleasure.
I slip one finger inside her, just to the first knuckle, to tease her unexplored entrance while leaving my thumb to press her swollen clit, and she is finished.
My name on her lips as the orgasm rocks through her sends me over the edge, too. Like a horny schoolboy, I come in my pants as she squirms and moans below me.
She’s flushed, but not that embarrassed crimson I’ve seen so often. It’s more of a glow on the apples of her cheeks, and she looks so incredibly alive in this moment. Her eyes are wide, and her chest trembles as I bring my finger to my lips to taste the sweetness she blessed me with.
I smack my lips. “Must get a better taste of that soon.”
Now she turns that deeper shade, and I can’t help but kiss her hot cheeks before pressing a careful kiss to her mouth.
“Y-you like the taste?”
“Aurelia.” I hold her face in my hand, and her eyes snap back to mine again. “Battles have been waged over that nectar. Poems are written. Men are jailed and killed for it. That taste is the closest to heaven we mortals will experience in this realm.”
A tentative smile ticks at the corners of her mouth, and I carefully adjust my weight to roll to the side so I can wrap her in my arms again.
I’m painfully aware of her bare breasts against my clothed chest and curse myself for not removing my own shirt.
Her head fits so neatly in the crook of my neck, and I stroke her hair for a while as we lie in silence, half on, half off the bed.
“What’s on your mind, Aurelia?” I finally ask.
Her sigh is deep and contented. “I was just thinking.”
“Yes. I assumed so. About what?”
She shudders a little in my arms, and I rub my hands along her exposed skin to soothe away the goosebumps.
“If just having your hands and mouth on me felt that good,” she starts, but then trails off.
I feel the same. If having her beneath me while I’m still fully clothed is enough for me to cream my pants, how much better can it be when we move to other things? The thought alone is enough to have my cock waking up again.
“Just you wait, Nanny Sumner.” I twist a lock of hair in my fingers. “There is more in store for you yet.”
She presses a kiss to my Adam’s apple. “Will you show me now?”
Where did this boldness come from? “No. Not now,” I chuckle. She snuggles deeper into me, and my heart is threatening to reach out of my chest to pull her inside of me.
“I wasn’t tired,” she whispers against my neck.
“What was that, princess?” I murmur, my brain floating on a haze of oxytocin.
“Last night,” Aurelia mumbles. “I said I was too tired to, um… You know.” She lets out a shaky exhale, and I rub reassuring circles on her back, my fingers alive with the electric bliss of touching her skin. “I wasn’t too tired; I just couldn’t do it.”
“Do you want to talk about why?”
“You don’t want to be burdened with my mess.”
I have to crane my neck, but the little content hum she makes when I kiss the top of her head is worth the strain. “Your feelings and needs and concerns aren’t burdensome, Aurelia.”
She swallows hard, and I’m sure her lip is back firmly between her teeth again. “I don’t want to disparage your beliefs or anything.”
I huff a laugh. “About masturbation?”
“No,” she giggles nervously. “Like, religion and god and stuff.”
“I’m a big boy, princess. I can handle the company of people with different views on religion and stuff.”
“It’s just.” She heaves a sigh. “Okay, so my church when I was growing up was like really uptight about sex and stuff. Like more than normal, I think. And they just made it out to be bad and dirty, and masturbation was just as bad, and I was scared to touch myself because I thought god would punish me and my crazy teenaged brain started making associations and I thought that if god could make Mary pregnant as a reward for her faithfulness then he could also punish me with pregnancy for disobeying him.”
Aurelia gasps for air, and I take a minute to sort through her confession. The longer I think about it, the harder it is to keep my composure.
“So, wait,” I choke out. “You thought if you masturbated, that God would punish you by supernaturally impregnating you? Aurelia, that’s—”
“Don’t you dare laugh at me.” She pushes at my chest, but I don’t let her get far. Her scowl is too damn adorable, and I have to kiss the furrow between her eyebrows.
“I’m not laughing at you, Aurelia,” I say, definitely failing at not laughing.
“Ugh, I know it sounds stupid, but fear was a big motivator in that church, and we were constantly reminded of righteous judgement and wrath. And, I don’t know, I just got it in my head that god would be like: ‘Oh, she wants the pleasure of sex without the consequences. Well, I’ll just give her the consequences anyway. ’”
“I think God is less concerned about sex than certain folks like to think He is.”
Her green eyes flash beneath dark lashes, and fuck, she’s gorgeous, all big eyes and messy hair and post-orgasm glow. “You think so?”