nineteen #2
Her eyes darken as she recognizes the hunger in mine. "Since when do we mix business with pleasure?" She challenges, but I detect the subtle quickening of her pulse at her throat.
"Since the very beginning," I mutter, ready to remind her, if necessary, that this isn’t the first time our lust has been stronger than our will to handle it.
I don’t give any more explanation. I just grab her waist and pull her against me without too much protest from her.
I don’t tear her clothes like I usually do.
I have to admit it’s my guilty pleasure, but we do have to leave here and I don’t want anyone seeing whats mine.
Instead, I lift her top to cup one of her breasts through her bra.
I fucking need to taste her. My tongue swirls over the swollen flesh as I drag the material down and take one of her nipples deep inside my mouth.
Her legs buckle as I bite her gently, and I know for sure she’s fucking wet by now.
Still, I take my time and do the same to her other breast. Sucking and biting until her breath hitches against my mouth, and her heartbeat is so loud that I feel it against my tongue.
Only then do I throw her top on the ground, followed by her pants, as I kneel in front of her and my mouth lowers to bite the flesh between her thighs through her panties.
She moans, resting both hands on my shoulders for support. “No, little curse. I need one of your hands to keep the panties out of my way.” I whisper, trailing my tongue over the already wet material, tasting her sweet flavor.
She listens and pushes the fabric aside, showing me her naked cunt. I repay her with a long lick. “Now, one leg on my shoulder,” I instruct, and Brynn's leg lifts and lands right where I tell her, spreading her for me.
She winces from the pain of moving her wounded leg like that, but the reward is going to make it worth it.
“Good, little curse. You’re so fucking open.
I’m going to take you over every edge today.
” I say, as I start kissing her thigh, my fingers finding their way inside her even before my lips reach her clit.
“You taste so fucking good,” I murmur, trying to gather all her sweet juices on my tongue, as my fingers pump inside her, merciless.
“Ares,” she whisper-screams my name, and I fucking love it when she does that. She’s probably begging me to slow down. But it only makes me work harder, brush my tongue around her clit harder, curve my fingers to reach that impossible spot harder.
Her legs are shaking as my thumb applies pressure, right where my tongue moves, and I can feel her legs wobbling as her first orgasm coats my fingers. She can barely stand, poor thing. But by the time I’m done with her, she’ll barely walk.
For a second, my attention goes to the wound on her leg. My fingers trace the scarred pink tissue that, for me, is the supreme evidence of her mortality. Something that both frustrates and fascinates me.
My tongue traces the scar, and her eyes are on me now as I kiss her thighs while I take my shirt off and toss it to join her clothes on the floor. Then I grab her ass and lift her as I rise to stand, walking with her wrapped around my waist to the bed.
Her heartbeat quickens, like a scared bunny cornered by a predator. I place her on the bed, removing what’s left of the fabric covering her body.
“Do you want more, little curse?” I ask, already knowing her answer, but I want to hear her say it.
And she doesn’t fail to deliver. “Yes,” she whispers, keeping her arms wrapped around my neck as my hand finds her tender flesh and starts moving again.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper, unable to keep myself from testing her limits.
“You,” she says, her voice cracked and needy.
I smile, having gotten the answer I needed.
She should only want me. Now and forever.
That’s why I want to raise the stakes. “Here?” I ask, driving a finger inside her and putting pressure on her walls.
Then I remove it, and move lower until I find the entrance that makes her eyes widen.
“Or here?” I arch a brow, watching her eyes go wide as I push the tip of my finger inside.
She wasn’t expecting that, but it seems I’m full of surprises today, and this is definitely the right place to try this out.
I try to push deeper, and her whole body tenses, her hands gripping the sheets. “Ares, that’s enough,” she hisses, and I think it’s the first time I sense real fear.
“It’s not enough,” I reply, kissing her right before I disappear between her legs.
“Let me demonstrate,” I smile, capturing her clit between my lips as my finger pushes a little deeper.
She’s still tense for the first few seconds, but then I slide another finger inside her cunt, thrusting my fingers in both holes, as my mouth still works at her swollen nub.
She’s still frozen, especially as I push past the ring of nerves and start working her. She jolts from the unfamiliar sensation, clawing her way up the pillows.
“It’s okay, little curse. Breathe,” I encourage, a little taken aback by how vulnerable she is right now. I’ve never really seen her like this. It only makes me want her that much more.
She listens, trying to relax her body as I continue to move with a gentleness that’s not normally in my nature.
When her fear starts to dissolve into pleasure, I feel her hips moving against my hand. It’s slow at first, almost undetectable, but then it picks up as her breath changes to a low hum, a sound I've never heard before. A sound I don’t think she knew she was able to make.
I know it’s starting to feel good, and she lets me in a little more with each new push, until her need builds up with every movement.
I glance up at her, her eyes are blown wide with the shock of what’s happening to her. Of how she didn’t know her body could feel this way.
One of her hands is still gripping the sheets, like the bed is going to run from beneath her, while her other hand tangles in my hair, her breathing becomes erratic, her hips moving against my fingers and my face, chasing release from the impossible build.
“Want to come, little curse?” I groan, too eager for our own good.
“Yes!” The sound is dragged from her throat, like she just put her last efforts into emitting it.
“Okay, beautiful,” I speak against her tender skin, and the vibration of my words makes her jolt. “But I’m going to need you to get next to the bed right after and wait for me.”
Her eyes shoot at me like I’ve planted a bomb, and I feel her stop moving for a few seconds, like she’s going to bolt right out of here. But then pleasure overwhelms her, and she starts arching against the mattress harder and harder until I feel she’s one step away from breaking her back.
“That’s it, come, my little curse,” I whisper, then suck hard on her clit as I’m working her both ways.
She comes so hard, I feel she’s going to break my fingers, the pleasure so intense she can barely handle it.
But I don’t let go. I flick my tongue a few more times until she tries to scramble up the mattress, to get away from me.
The problem is, I’m far from being done with her.
I give her a few moments, watching her curl up, her breathing chaotic, and her eyes pointed at me as I go searching for something through the room.
I saw what I needed the moment I walked in. This place is prepared for everything, including a basket filled with everything needed for extra fun, like single-use packs of lube.
I grab one as Brynn gets herself together and summons the courage to sit by the bed.
She jolts as I kneel behind her, my lips finding the crook of her neck as I position her hands on the bed. “Are you okay?” I whisper, not breaking my exploration of her skin.
“I think so,” she says, her voice still trembling.
“Just relax,” I continue the line of kisses, warming the lube in my hand before ripping a corner open and pouring just enough onto my fingers.
Every sound I make keeps her on high alert, and every movement makes her flinch, but nothing as much as feeling the liquid touching her skin.
“Ares,” she hisses, tensing up.
“You’re going to scream my name in pleasure in just a couple of moments. Just breathe and relax.” To be honest, seeing her so wound up makes even me tense.
“Ares, I haven’t—” she stops, feeling my tip nudging at her entrance.
“I know, my little curse. Come here.” She doesn’t need to tell me she’s never done this. I can tell this is a first for her. I wish I could give her a first of something of mine too, but deep down, I know I already have.
With one hand, I angle her head to the side, just enough to meet my lips for a kiss as I remain firm at her entrance, not pushing any further yet. I still feel the tremor that passes through her body. Anticipation mixed with apprehension.
Only when I feel her relaxed enough, I move my hand from her jaw to her breasts, then slowly between her thighs, where I realize she’s still dripping wet.
"Breathe," I instruct again, easing forward with agonizing slowness.
The tight heat of her body threatens my control immediately. The devil inside me snarls, demanding I claim her fully, brutally. I feel the darkness that transforms me when my emotions run too hot, rise. My vision sharpens, colors intensifying as the change begins at my edges.