Six #2
Did he truly just say that, or did I imagine it?
Neil pressed his lips against mine with a sense of urgency. One of his hands drifted to the left side of my head, the other slid down my neck and toward my chest. He pushed me back against the bed, pulling himself forward and forcing my legs open as he crawled over me.
He panted huskily, “I want you, Aerilyn.” He said it with such conviction and certainty that I did not know how to respond. I never thought I would ever hear anyone say such words. I simply could not fathom that anyone would ever want me.
“You want me?” I replied breathlessly. Please say it’s true, please say this isn’t a dream. I felt the heat between my legs grow, and his length hardened and pressed against his trousers.
“You don’t have any idea how much I want you.” He turned his head just enough to take a whiff of my hair, taking in the scent of coconut and lavender.
My lips parted, and a soft breath escaped from between them. The feeling was mutual, it seemed. Is this what it’s like? To feel desired?
He gazed down at me, his eyes filled with lust and desire. I still had my silk nightgown on, but that didn’t seem to matter given he was equally as clothed. He reached out, gliding his hand down my chest and further down my side, tracing the curve of my hip. I squirmed, his lips caressing my ear.
“Can I please be blessed by the Gods above to have a taste of you?” he asked. Pleaded, almost. His other hand slid to my opposing hip, thumbs pressing against my skin needily.
“Neil,” I whimpered, shivering beneath him. My heart swelled at his words. The pull of desire and longing, that sense of connection, weighed heavily on my thoughts.
He kissed up my jawline and paused at my ear again.
“Please,” he whispered, rubbing small circles into my sides. His kisses became hungrier, trailing down my neck and to the hemline of my nightgown.
“Please.” I squirmed beneath him, my arousal rising.
“Please, let me have a taste. Let me make you feel good.” Neil tightened his grip on my hips, lowering himself between my legs. His kisses trailed downwards, yet he didn’t dare touch me in such an intimate place without my consent. Hearing him beg was a sweet symphony to my ears.
How can I say no to a sound so sweet?
He knelt between my legs. His fingertips curled, hooking them against the fabric of my underwear. He bit his lip, a look of lustful desire in his eyes.
Breathlessly, I tilted my head back against the silk pillow. Neil pulled down my underwear agonizingly slowly until they were all the way off and tossed them blindly onto the floor. His hands snaked back up my bare calves and to my thighs with a tender touch, kneading my flesh with his fingertips.
Bare and exposed, I lay before him with my legs spread and him right between them.
His eyes drifted from mine and down to my core.
He inhaled deeply, taking the scent of my desire.
My heart raced in anticipation. A pleased smirk appeared across his features.
He began to kiss up my left leg, slowly nibbling and suckling my flesh.
“So wet.” His arms hooked beneath my thighs, pulling me closer to him.
With a gentle caress, he parted my folds, revealing the treasure that lay within.
I shivered beneath him, my breath catching in my throat.
He leaned in close, his tongue finally having a taste of what he desired.
“Are you always this wet for me, Aerilyn?”
A moan escaped my lips, and I arched my back, begging for more. He smiled against my skin, and his hands gripped at my thighs harder as he delved deeper and explored every inch of me with his mouth.
He teased me with gentle licks of his tongue, sending waves of pleasure throughout my body.
I couldn’t help but squirm beneath him as pleasure engulfed my every thought.
My hands gripped the sheets, and his lips suckled my most sensitive spots.
Moans that were far louder than before echoed through the room.
My body arched to meet him as he continued his exploration.
His fingers danced across my sensitive skin, his touch a counterpoint to the rhythm of his tongue.
My body trembled on the edge of ecstasy as he drove me closer and closer to my climax.
“N-Neil,” I whimpered.
I squirmed. He increased his pace, his tongue lapping and dancing in a frenzy that mirrored the rapid beat of my heart.
I clung to him, my right hand clinging to the back of his head, my nails digging into his hair.
I couldn’t help but beg for release. I wanted him to take me over the edge and consume me whole.
“P-please Neil,” I begged.
He growled between my legs. “Come for me.”
With a cry of triumph, I shattered beneath him.
My legs shook as wave after wave of pleasure washed over me.
My body convulsed in the throes of my climax, yet he continued his ministrations, savoring the taste as I came apart beneath him.
He slowed to a stop, and I lay there, spent and satisfied.
When he lifted his head, his eyes were filled with satisfaction and pleasure.
He looked as if he would do it again, for as long as I would allow him.
Seductively, he licked my nectar from his lips, maintaining eye contact the entire time he did so.
“I love the taste of you.” He pulled off his white, flowy ruffle shirt, tossing it onto the floor while his gaze remained on mine. “You don’t know how long I have been dying to have a taste of you.” He crawled into the bed beside me, carefully engulfing me in his embrace.
“You did so good… You’re such a good girl.” He pulled my head against his bare chest, one hand resting on my lower back, rubbing gentle circles. The other slid to cup my cheek.
I could hear his heartbeat. The steady thump, thump, thump from within his chest.
I felt relaxed, at ease. For the first time in my entire life, I felt at home. Neil had become just that. My home.
“How are you feeling?”
“Mm.” I nuzzled my face into his bare chest. “Good.”
He smiled. “Good.”
We lay there for quite some time, quietly entangled beneath the sheets, engulfed in one another’s gentle embrace. He spoke soft sweet praise to me, and my thoughts replayed the interaction between us over and over again.
It made me wonder about Mates. I didn’t feel a Bond snap between us, raising the question of where we stood. Why hasn’t the Bond snapped? Surely, we’re mates, aren’t we?
A sigh parted from his lips. “I do not wish to involve you in things that do not concern you but, the High Lords of each of the Realms have been summoned to the Mountain. There’s been tension between the Realms for quite some time, but now that Zathrian has left the Mortal Realm for good, there’s business to be discussed. ”
I lifted my head. Something was off. I could feel it. The timing was too… convenient. Right after the Summer Solstice celebration. What was happening between the Realms that Neil thought he needed to shield me from it? What is it you are so afraid of?
“You’re leaving?” I asked.
“Tomorrow,” he replied.
“I—” I shook my head. “You can’t just leave me, not after—”
“I don’t want to, but I must. Aradia and Acheron will keep you occupied and well cared for. I will only be gone for a few days.” He paused. “The days will feel like a lifetime without you, but I promise you, I will return.” He dipped his head to kiss my neck.
“But—” I don’t want you to go, I thought.
“No buts, you’re staying. You will not leave these grounds.” His voice was stern, his face serious.
I forced a smile on my face despite having the urge to frown. “Are you asking or ordering?”
He chuckled, his breath hot against my neck. “Ordering.”
“As you wish, High Lord.”
He rolled his eyes. “Please,” he said, pulling me closer to him, his hand on the back of my neck.
He kissed me again. “Let’s not worry about tomorrow and enjoy today.
” He peppered my neck in sweet affectionate kisses, unable to keep his hands off me.
I smiled, my head tilting to the side, giving him easier access.
I could get used to this. If only every day could be like today.