Chapter 73 #3
With just a little more pressure, I slid back down the length of her slit and lingered once more at the softest, wettest spot.
So beautifully warm and wet for me.
I applied light pressure, stretching her panties over her slit so they could soak up even more, pushed myself half an inch into her, and she moaned in surprise.
Slowly, I slid both fingers back, moved onto her bare skin, and gently pushed the fabric aside so I could feel her slippery, glistening skin.
She flinched and moaned again.
Her pussy was dripping with wetness, as if she wanted me to greet her with the full length of my tongue.
I leaned forward.
“Feather…,” I whispered against her soaked lips, and Quill whimpered softly.
“Davian…”
She wanted me. Fuck, she was so desperate for me.
I looked up at her with a smirk, where she was staring at me breathlessly, even though I hadn’t even started yet.
Before she could react, I stuck out my tongue and licked my way up from the bottom of her pussy, and she flinched, moaned again, and clenched her fists around the covers in her hands.
I let her taste melt on my tongue, closed my eyes, and moaned with pleasure until I felt myself on the verge of cumming, then pulled back, trying not to create any friction against the mattress.
Quill was the sweetest thing I’d ever tasted, and, damn, I wanted to lick her until she gave me everything she had.
Her chest was heaving violently.
I Found
Amber Run
I sat up, knelt between her legs, and looked down at the beautiful mess I’d left all over her body.
Some of the ink shimmered in the candlelight, but most of it had already dried.
“You’re beautiful, Feather.”
She held her breath, and I savored the sight.
Oh, those tits.
Something tried to hold me back out of habit, but I successfully pushed it aside, leaned toward her tits, and licked her other nipple. Slowly and thoroughly, until our moans melded into one again.
This couldn’t go any further.
I forcefully pushed that thought away too, kissed around her nipple, tried to memorize exactly the way her nipple hardened against my lips, afraid of ever even finding myself in a situation where I’d have to forget it.
I wanted to keep her.
With a growing ache in my chest, I kissed my way up her skin toward her collarbone, letting my unbridled heartbeat drive me up her neck, pressed my hardness against her thigh, and sank into her soft whimper.
This was too good to resist. Too perfect to ever stop.
Words. A thousand words burned in my throat.
Please stay. Please don’t go. Please be mine. Please…
Not a single plea made it past my lips. Instead, I kissed my way along her jaw until I pulled away from her.
Quill… was crying.
Overwhelmed, I stared down at her, then one of her hands landed on my neck, ran through my hair, and left behind the most dangerous kind of electric tingles she could leave on me.
Her lips parted slightly, but closed again immediately, and a second tear followed.
She was desperate.
There were words she wanted to say. Words she couldn’t bring herself to say because they would give this moment too much weight. As if we were both trying to ignore the fact that this already weighed more than either of us could bear on our shoulders.
I leaned down to her, kissed her teardrop away, lingered for a moment on her cheek, and closed my eyes, tasting her salt, smelling her scent, until my eyelids fluttered from a pleasant sensory overload.
I wanted to catch every one of her tears, enrich them with ink, to write her a novel with them, in which I would list all the thousand reasons I had never been able to give her.
“Your ink. My veins.”
My voice was hardly a whisper, and I felt her bury her hands in my bare back.
“Nothing else will ever matter, okay?”
I pulled away from her cheek, spotted an ink stain on exactly that spot that I must have left with my lip, searched for a reaction amidst her tears, and fuck, it hurt to see her like this. To feel what she was feeling.
This brutal tearing of something between us, while we tried to hold it together.
I couldn’t take it anymore, let my lips land on hers, and immediately invaded her mouth with my tongue, while she clawed into my back and wrapped her tongue around mine, sucking on it.
Tears welled up in my eyes, and I sank deeper and deeper into our despair, biting down hard on her lip until she sighed uncontrollably and the chaos in my gut escalated completely.
I licked her lower lip, bit down hard, grabbed her tit with one hand until she whimpered “Davian”, as if I were her salvation and not her absolute end.
It drove me crazy, awakened the primitive, animalistic part of me that wanted to hear her pant louder, that wanted her moans to drown out her whimpers until she no longer knew whether she was crying because this was fucked up or because I was thrusting into her with no regard for the consequences.
This was long overdue. For god-awful months. And the mere thought of it made me knead her tits with an overwhelmed growl until she let out an aroused cry of pain.
My ink blood on your parchment.
Are you ready to drown in it?
– Leaking Batteries Diary