CHAPTER 31 #2
Brushing along her slit with a finger, she let her legs fall farther apart in invitation.
She was opening up for me and letting herself go.
It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever experienced.
She was ready, the silken feel of it like a siren’s song.
Slowly, I pressed a finger in, being mindful of her assumed virginity, my thumb still massaging her swollen clit.
“Have you ever had sex?” I asked, breathless.
She shook her head. “Just with myself,” she replied, though barely.
That’s all I needed to know before adding a second finger, working it slowly into her.
I took my time, and she cried out with pleasure.
I circled her clit a few more times with my thumb before peppering kisses across her stomach and lower, my mouth replacing my thumb with an eagerness to taste her.
Her sweet flavor filled my mouth, and I nearly lost it, now feral for her orgasm.
I worked my tongue around her, fingers still inside, wanting to feel the moment she let herself go. Her whole body arched, and I pressed her back down into the mattress with my free hand. I crooked my fingers inside her, finding her spot.
She came apart in my hands, gasping as pulse after pulse tightened around my touch. I looked up at her, not wanting to miss a single moment of this. Her hands were on her breasts, chasing her own pleasure as she massaged her nipples.
Fuck, she was amazing, freeing herself from the pain.
I pressed my hips into the mattress a few times with my own primal desperation. There was no helping myself as I came in my pants with a grunt, her taste on my tongue as I kissed and licked her through both our waves of pleasure.
As the sensations ebbed, ears ringing, I felt her hands on my shoulders.
She pulled me toward her. I kissed her belly button, up her heaving chest to her neck before her hands caged either side of my face and she kissed me deep and slow, now grasping the technique like the creative little woman she was.
Sybil and I were made to face this world together, and I vowed I’d always be there to comfort her and shield her from any pain. This was my job as her man, and I couldn’t fail her. If I had to do this a hundred more times tonight, I would.
I lay on top of her for a moment as we caught our breath, and sensation returned to my limbs. My ears rang with the intensity of my orgasm. When the feeling subsided, the soiled and wet wool pants became uncomfortable.
I kissed her cheek. “I need to change. Be right back.”
With a blush on her cheeks, she giggled. It was the sweetest sound.
Rolling out of the now bath-soaked bed, I grabbed my wet shirt off the floor before it left a stain on the wood.
I strode into my closet, not bothering to close the door.
I wanted to let her see me as much as I’d seen her.
The wet, soiled pants hit the floor. They weren’t worth cleaning, so I balled them up and offered them to the trash.
I pulled on a dry pair of navy boxer briefs, returning to the room and gathering a few dry throw blankets from various chairs. I could feel her eyes on me the entire time, and I liked the feeling.
Walking back to the bed, I tucked the dry blankets around her before tossing back the damp comforter to let it dry.
Sliding in beside her, I gathered my hands around her naked body and pulled it against me.
The feeling alone was pure magic, and I couldn’t stop running my fingers over her smooth skin.
She sighed into me, hips rocking in comfort, legs intertwined with mine. I felt myself get hard again, unable to help it. Her lips pressed against my pectoral, fingers tracing the tattoos.
A little gasp escaped her lips. “Wait, I recognize this pattern.”
I smirked. “I thought you might, given that I found you with that book.”
“Nash, they’re plants, but under a microscope.” She was tracing the lace-like designs of a flower petal at its cellular level. “They’re so beautiful.”
“Thank you,” I whispered in her ear, grumbling with pleasure as her finger traced over one of my nipples.
She kissed my chest again. “Why flowers under a microscope?”
Threading my fingers through her hair, I encouraged her gaze to find mine. “My mother loved looking at her plants under a microscope; it was one of her hobbies.”
She was listening with rapt interest.
I went on, “She would always say that even the smallest things hid entire worlds if you looked close enough.” I chuckled at the memory. “Like her. My mother was an entire world in a single house.”
Her eyes got big, her mouth curling. “I love that. I’ve never considered it like that.” Her expression told me I’d just unlocked a new door inside her soul.
“She never felt like her world was small. When you look close enough, it’s almost unfathomable.
You can spend your entire life exploring the microscopic world of your own home and never visit the same place twice.
She didn’t regret her limited travel experience, claiming she’d spent the time instead getting to know her world, and that was all that mattered. ”
I could see she was as touched by the idea as I was. All that matters is experiencing the world you occupy every day. Why bother with the rest if you may never see it again?
“Wow. I feel like I need a microscope now,” she said, body shaking with a small laugh.
I chuckled, loving the feel of our combined laughter as it became a part of us. “I’ll get you one.”