52. Chapter Fifty-Two
In a flash, my hands are full of Fire Sprite ass with strong hips wrapped around my thighs. Our mouths collide, and she moans as I rub her center against me.
Breaking the kiss, Kyrielle mutters, “I can’t believe you kept the eyeball.”
“I can’t believe you’re turned on because of it.”
She giggles. “Who knew I’d be into vengefully ripped out eyeballs?”
“I could’ve guessed.” I nip her lip. “We did commit murder together.”
“Oh, don’t remind me,” she groans. “Next dead body, I’m totally getting on my knees for you.”
“Next?” I laugh, knowing she’s serious.
“Just kiss me,” she says, slamming our faces together. Consumed with her kisses, I walk us into my bedroom and tumble us into the bed. My mouth goes dry as I sit back, admiring the view.
“Goddess, you’re beautiful,” I say through frantic breaths.
Kyrielle places a foot on my chest, revealing so much more. My mouth waters as she commands, “Take that off, please. I deserve to admire you.”
I smirk. “You deserve to admire me?”
“Yes. I didn’t kill your brother.”
“Such admirable restraint.”
“Thank you. Now take it off.”
Laughing, I take off my T-shirt. “Satisfied?”
“No, but I will be.” Kyrielle leans against her elbows. “What level are we moving at right now?”
My body screams for all of her, but we’re trying to be slow. I’m trying to be slow.
Sitting back on my heels, I press her knees together so I can focus. “You should know that sometimes … I have triggers during sex.”
She tilts her head. “What kind? Anything specific?”
“It’s not predictable.”
“Okay. Pickles is the safe word, right?”
I smile. “Pickles is the safe word. But …” Anxiety spikes, fearful of potential rejection. Which is silly, because if she hasn’t rejected me by now, she probably won’t at all. “Can we stay at a level below sex today? I want to take my time.”
“We can do whatever you’re comfortable with,” she says softly. Her knees press against my hands and I let go, allowing them to part. Fuck; she’s perfect. A spiritual hunger rears its demanding head, eager to consume everything she’s willing to give.
Shifting off the bed, I yank her to the edge of the mattress by her ankles.
She shrieks, kicking out with a laugh when I threaten to bite her toes.
When I lick the arch of her foot, she suddenly quiets.
I trail kisses down her calf, kneeling as I make my way down past her knee and thigh.
When I’m low enough, I lay both legs over my shoulder as I settle onto my knees.
Kyrielle’s breath hitches when I gently sink my fangs into a juicy thigh.
I groan, deeply pleased to finally be able to do this again.
Peering over the soft hills of her body, Kyrielle watches me with heavy-lidded eyes. Inhaling her unique scent, I nuzzle her heat and let loose a growl of satisfaction before taking a slow swipe up her glistening pussy.
Kyrielle’s back arches as she lets out a salacious moan.
My hands press her legs forward and wide, spreading her for better access.
It’s been too long since I’ve had this opportunity.
With no threat of being discovered or bothered, I can take my sweet time learning everything that brings her pleasure.
She’s so responsive, directing my head, groaning yes!
at the right spot or speed. When I bring a finger to her entrance and make small circles, her hips buck so violently, I have to use the other arm to hold them down.
Pressing my finger into her body, I suck on her clit with light flicks of my tongue.
Nails dig into my scalp with appreciation.
Pumping my finger, reveling in the way her body happily responds to my ministrations, I bring her closer to the peak of pleasure.
Thick thighs clamp around my head when I add a second finger.
She moans my name, the ord a breathy prayer on perfect lips.
My appreciative hum vibrates her clit, causing her to tremble.
Her body squeezes around my fingers and for a long, agonizingly stunning moment, Kyrielle is lost in her orgasm.
I watch the way her shaking body flushes.
When her spasms stop, I release her hips and remove my fingers.
I raise them to my lips, ready to suck them clean, but she reaches for my hand.
With wide eyes, I watch her bring my hand to her mouth and insert the two fingers between her lips.
The sensation of her sucking a part of my body is almost too much to bear.
“You’re so stunning,” I say when she releases my fingers. Falling forward, a hand on each side of her head, I lean down to kiss her slowly. “Do you want to go anywhere today, or does lounging on the couch sound like a good plan?”
Kyrielle frowns. “We’re done?”
My eyebrows shoot up. “I’ll stay down there all day, Firefly.”
She laughs, then looks down between us. “What about you?”
Dread curdles in my stomach. “What about me?”
Unaware of my growing visceral reaction, she says, “I mean, you deserve a turn too.”
I draw away from her, standing at the edge of the bed. “It’s fine. I don’t need anything. Giving you pleasure makes me happy.”
Kyrielle crinkles her nose in confusion, staring at the hard-on clearly visible through my pajama pants. “I don’t understand. Are you saying you don’t want me to return the favor?”
I step back, waggling my brows, hoping she stops pushing the topic. “If you insist, I will happily jerk off on you.”
She stares at me, shifting to sit on her heels. “Trinte, I don’t understand. Are you not into that kind of thing?”
It’s becoming difficult to breathe. Reaching down to the floor, I grab my T-shirt. “That’s precisely what I’m saying.”
“What kind of guy doesn’t want that?” she asks, bewildered.
“Me,” I snap, pulling the T-shirt on. Why is she pushing this? Literally no other woman pushes on this front. They’re always more than happy not to return the favor, probably because it’s a one-night stand and I distract them with other things.
Kyrielle reaches for me, grabbing my wrist before I turn away. In a soft voice, she says, “Hey, wait. Hold on a second.”
Grinding my molars, I watch her scoot all the way to the edge of the mattress, taking both of my hands into hers. “I’m sorry; I’m not trying to push. It’s a surprise, since I’ve never been turned down. But if it’s something you struggle with, I respect that.”
Swallowing thickly, I inhale slowly, then exhale some tension. She’s trying, and I can’t turn away because it’s too hard. If she’s willing to do the work with me, I have to be willing to do the same.
“I’ve never let a woman do that to me.”
“Ever?”
“Ever.”
She looks away, processing. When her eyes meet mine again, she asks, “Does it have to do with your father?”
It takes a moment for me to admit, “I will not be elaborating further, but yes.”
“Okay, thank you for telling me.” She releases one of my hands to pat the spot on the bed next to her. “Sit. Let’s talk about this. You don’t have to share, but I have a couple more questions concerning us.”
After hesitating for a moment, because I’d rather be making us sandwiches than having another deep discussion, I sit. “Look, Kyrielle, I can appreciate you wanting to know more. But after yesterday and this morning, I’m exhausted.”
She shifts to face me, brushing my hair over my shoulder.
Her expression is so trusting, it makes me want to cover her in kisses.
“I understand. After this, we can shelve any other discussion for at least twenty-four hours.” We share a smile, then she continues.
“But if you’re open to it, I’d like to try it one day.
Because I like doing it. Would you be okay with that? ”
The thought makes me sick to my stomach, but I’m able to nod. “One day. Not today.”
“Not today,” she agrees. Those two words have the tension in my muscles melting away. “But is there some way I can pleasure you?”
Twisting to lift and place her in my lap, I wait until her thighs are wrapped around my waist before saying, “Making you happy gives me pleasure.” After giving her a soft, slow kiss, I add, “But you’re very welcome to jerk me off again, because that was the best hand-job of my life.”
Kyrielle giggles, tossing hair over her shoulder. “Oh yes, I’m known as the best hand job artist in all of Gondora.”
I narrow my eyes. “Whether that’s true or not is none of my business, but I would appreciate it if you retired from sharing those skills with others going forward.”
Her arms wrap around my neck. She nuzzles my nose. “Mr. Gleanscale, are you asking me to be in a relationship with you?”
Am I? The thought makes my heart skip, and not in a good way. In fact, panic is blooming in the center of my chest. A relationship? An opportunity to royally fuck things up?
“No.” Her eyes dim with disappointment, so I rush out to add, “You still have two questions.”
I’m relieved when the disappointment shifts into a giggle. “Okay, I can ask those right now.”
Kissing her forehead, I inhale her scent. “Please give me at least twenty-four hours, Firefly. That’s my boundary today.”
Tucking herself closer into my chest, she rests her head on my shoulder. “Okay, boundary accepted. Now, go make me a sandwich.”
Chuckling, I give her ass a gentle tap. “I seem to have grown a symbiotic parasite that will get in the way.”
She clings to me tighter. My dried up husk of a heart stirs to life with her level of love. “Figure it out, manservant.”
Keeping a hand under her butt, I stand. “Alright, but if I get mayonnaise on your wings, you aren’t allowed to be mad.”
Her thighs tighten. “Just another licking opportunity.”
Blood heating at the idea of licking her more, I laugh. “Don’t threaten me with a good time.”