Nova #3
And I did, slowly with my tongue out, lips parted, and eyes wide. He slid the tip in, groaning low as I wrapped my lips around him sucking the head like my favorite lollipop.
“Fuck,” he muttered. “That’s my good little slut.”
I took my time. Licked every inch, letting my tongue trace the veins, the underside, and the base. My hands braced on his thighs as his fingers threaded into my curls, not forcing me down just grounding me.
“Deeper,” he ordered.
I sucked him down until my throat tightened around his length. He didn’t move, just watched, letting me do it on my own terms. I pushed my head down disregarding my gag reflex until his dick was completely nestled in my throat.
“You’re perfect like this,” he whispered. “On your knees, choking on my dick, your eyes wet and your mouth hungry.”
I moaned around him, the vibration from my throat making him curse.
“Use me right, Princess,” he growled. “I’m yours to worship too.”
I pulled back, slowly dragging my tongue along his shaft, then licked him from base to tip again. Hallowing out my cheeks, I sucked him back in bobbing and drooling all over his dick. I popped off using my hands to jerk him off while I sucked on just the head.
“Do you want to cum in my mouth?” I asked.
He clenched his jaw. “Not yet.”
Crew pushed me off with a gasp and stood, towering over me. He reached down and gripped my chin.
“Hands and knees.”
I obeyed, still breathless, lips swollen and wet with spit and pre-cum. He came up behind me, dragged the tip of his cock through my folds, then paused.
“No cuffs this time,” he said. “No orders, just me and you . ”
And then he slid into me again, slower this time but deeper. With so much control it made me cry out because I was losing mine.
“Fuck, you fit me so good,” he groaned. “Like you were made for this dick.”
He grabbed a fistful of my hair, gently pulling my head back as he rolled his hips into me.
“You wanna serve me? This is how you do it. Take every inch. Hold every stroke. Give me everything.” He groaned in my ear.
And I did, gladly. He didn’t fuck me fast feeding me his strokes long, grinding, and punishingly slow. Like he wanted me to feel every inch, every ridge as he claimed me .
“You still mine, Nova?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“Say it again.”
“I’m yours.”
“Say it louder.”
“I’m yours. Always.”
“Damn right and when you forget I want you to remember the feeling in this pussy after I’ve fucked you.”
He slammed into me harder now, hips snapping, his hand slipping down to rub my clit as I cried out over and over again.
“Cum for me,” he growled.
I shattered again as my walls clenched around him.
He let go too, groaning into my shoulder as he filled me with his hot cum.
It was so much I could feel it dripping down my thighs.
We collapsed together, a tangled mess of sweat, cum and limbs.
Crew lifted me after we came down and carried me to the bathroom without a word.
One arm under my knees, the other around my back, like I weighed nothing, even though my body was limp with satisfaction, exhaustion, and release.
His chest was still damp; muscles tense from the workout we just gave each other.
He used his foot to push the door open and sat me gently on the edge of the soaking tub.
The marble was cool under my skin. I watched him move, still naked and silent.
He turned the knobs, testing the temperature with his hand, then added a small bottle of oil to the running water.
The scent of vanilla and sandalwood filled the room.
It smelled like us, and I loved it. When he turned to face me, I was watching him naked and raw with emotion.
His eyes softened the way they always did when I let all my walls down.
“You still with me?” he asked.
I nodded.
He stepped between my knees, leaned down, and kissed my forehead. “Let me take care of you.”
He helped me into the tub slowly, his arms never letting me go until I was submerged.
Warm water wrapped around me like silk, seeping into my sore muscles, soaking away the last of the tension I hadn’t even realized I still held.
Crew grabbed a washcloth, dipped it into the water, and began cleaning me carefully like he was worshiping my body.
He started with my shoulders, then my arms, then down between my thighs.
He didn’t rush, cleaning away the sweat, the stickiness, the evidence of everything we’d done.
“Thank you,” I whispered.
He looked up, confused. “For what?”
“For being patient and helping me get back to me.”
He cupped the side of my face. “You never lost yourself. You just forgot how strong you were.”
I blinked fast, trying to keep the tears at bay.
When I got out, he wrapped me in a plush towel and carried me again back to bed.
He dressed me in one of his tees and laid me down like I was something sacred.
Then he got up from the bed and disappeared out the door.
A minute later, he came back with a bowl of strawberries, a bottle of water, and a soothing balm he applied to the skin of my ass.
He fed me in silence, one strawberry at a time.
Holding my gaze and when I reached up to feed him one back, he let me.
“I’m not scared anymore,” I said quietly.
“I know.”
“But I’m still… unsure.”
“About what?”
I took a deep breath. “You saw her face.”
He didn’t respond. Not immediately.
“You saw Sabrina alive. And it shook you, Crew. I saw it in your eyes. I felt it when you kissed me after. You were there… but your mind wasn’t.”
He sat back slightly, setting the bowl aside.
“I thought she was dead,” he said carefully. “I mourned her. I buried her in my heart. Then she showed up… standing next to the people trying to take our daughter. The people who tried to take you from us.”
“I get that,” I whispered. “But I need to know something.”
He looked at me, jaw tight.
“Are you chasing your past?” I asked. “Or are you still fighting for our future?”
“I will always fight for you. I think you already know that though.” He said.
“So, you want this? You want this to be more than what it started out as?” I asked.
He didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached for my hand and placed it over his chest right above his heart.
“You feel that?”
I nodded.
“That’s yours and it has been since the night we met.”
He slid my hand lower, resting it on the lowest point of his abs down to his very hard dick.
“This is yours too.”
Then he guided my hand between my own thighs. “But this, this is mine. And as long as your heart still beats, I will never stop fighting for what we’ve built. For what’s ours.”
I nodded, breath hitching.
His voice softened. “Nova…”
“Yeah?”
“I love you. I never stopped.”
I blinked.
“I love you too.” I whisper. “I think I always have. I was just fooling myself into thinking I could deny my heart what my mind was scared to let it have.”
He smiled. “You’re not some broken shell of a woman. You’re a fucking force. You survived. You chose me again. And baby… every damn time I look at you, I see my whole world.”
I let the tears fall this time, no shame or fear, just the love we shared. Crew leaned down and kissed them from my cheeks one by one then curled up behind me in bed, holding me tightly.
“You got me?” I asked, voice small.
“I always do, Princess,” he whispered.
And with his breath on my neck and his arms around my waist, I finally let myself fall asleep.