Chapter 46 #2
I grab his chin and push it up a little, placing the other hand on the thin strap of my panties and feel as he does the same on the other side. Where this confidence and lead comes from, I have absolutely no idea, but he seems to like it, based on the low rumble that comes from his chest.
Aramis’ gaze locks onto mine as he lowers himself once more. I close my eyes instinctively, an image flickers in my head of his hair, several shades paler than the golden locks he has now. The view of him is too much to bear.
“Keep those pretty eyes on me, gorgeous, I want to see them glow.” And so, I reopen them but a male between your thighs is quite the sight to behold, now isn’t it? “Good girl.”
His tongue pops out again and he starts doing the same movement as he did before, but this time without anything between us. I grab the sheets beneath me and instinctively close my legs. I want to ride his face, a tingling sensation creeps up from my centre.
His eyes glow, maybe mine do too, and one of his hands moves towards my stomach and presses down, holding me in place.
He wants me to hold still? While he is making me feel this? The heat that is coiling there is something I’m unfamiliar with, but it feels so good.
When his tongue finds that sensitive bundle of nerves once more and makes slow circles, I don’t think I can take it anymore.
“Aramis.” His name is a plea on my lips.
He moves up an inch, giving a wink. “I’m just making sure you’re nice and wet, gorgeous, that is all.”
Fingers replace his tongue, the movement remains the same. It feels different, but equally as pleasurable. So when he suddenly stops, I can’t suppress a groan that turns into a moan as one finger slowly enters me.
I think I might die. I need more.
And more he gives.
His finger pumps in and out and his tongue finds my clit again, circling the already so sensitive bud. His tongue and finger work in a perfect pair and eventually another finger joins and he slowly picks up his pace, fingers curling deep inside of me. My hips hitch upward into his hand.
He is my undoing.
I take his hand and pull him up to me, kissing him deeply, tasting what I can only assume is myself on his lips and tongue. His fingers don’t stop their movement, the wet sound echoing in my ears and his thumb presses down on my clit.
“Please,” I plead, and that is all he needs.
“You never have to beg for me, baby, I am all yours.”
He raises on his knees and the first thing to disappear are his trousers, his erection clearly visible through his underwear and when they are gone too, I have to restrain myself from letting my mouth fall open. That is…wow.
I know I’m taking him in, just as he did earlier, but I don’t care. I’ve seen plenty of naked women in Anima, but a man? And this one in particular? Too handsome for my own good. My hand reaches out towards his erection, unsure of what to do with it, but sure I will figure it out by going for it.
But my fingers never reach the soft skin, instead he picks up my hand and places a kiss on my knuckles.
“If you touch me right now, I won’t last a second. And I want to give you much more than that.” He pushes my legs open a little more, settling between my thighs. “Tell me if I need to stop,” he repeats once more and I nod.
Even when his need is skyrocketing, he places my needs and inexperience first. It melts my heart. He is everything I ever dreamed of, and then some.
He takes his cock in his hand and guides it towards my entrance. I feel the head nudging there and he slowly eases inside of me, giving me time to adjust, stroking up and down my legs to reassure me.
Thankfully Siri gave me a tonic to “Stop blossoms from sprouting within me”, as she beautifully worded it, her cheeks equally as red as the flowers she was tending to. Aramis could take it as well, maybe he already does, but I didn’t want to take the risk.
He moves inch by inch, my arousal is so high, I don’t even feel a hint of pain or discomfort. I move my hips, curious to see how that might feel and it results in a moan from both of us.
His cock makes the same movement his fingers did earlier, but it feels entirely different. I need more, but he is so big, I’m not sure I can handle it.
“Dear moons, you feel good.”
Aramis throws his head back and I can’t help but stare at his powerful sculpted body. If gods exist, he must be created by one. My hips start to move with him, nails digging in his back, urging him to pick up the pace.
When he’s certain I am not in pain, he grabs hold of my breast, massaging it and draws a circle around my nipple, pinching and tugging on it.
He lets go of my breast and brings his fingers to my clit. “It’s possible you feel a tingling, burning sensation. Let it wash over you, enjoy it.”
I’ve read in books what’s about to happen, but can’t really imagine what it will feel like, I’ve never searched for pleasure myself.
But I don’t have to wait long for it to know.
His fingers make circles on my clit, the combination of wetness, the friction and the fact he’s still pumping inside of me, makes heat spread all over my skin. Fire runs through my veins and I glow.
“Aramis,” I whisper, a little out of breath. “Don’t stop.”
He moans. “Never.”
With one more stroke, I fall over the edge, feeling high on lust. I hungrily move my hips, needing the movement as I clench around him.
I let out a throaty moan, hearing him curse at the same time.
His restraint snaps and his hands dig into my hips as he pumps inside of me, watching me for any sign of pain.
His cock pulses inside of me, the length swelling even more. He lowers himself until his face is close to mine and kisses me deeply.
We’re both out of breath and our heartbeats beat as one. This was everything I imagined of it and more.