19. Chapter 19
Jade
“Yes,” I gasp as Fylis enters me. The delicious burn as he stretches me makes me hiss, but that soon turns into soft moans. We fit perfectly together. His cock hits all the right spots as he thrusts into me with force but also care.
“Gods, you’re so pretty like this. Taking my cock so deeply. Giving me all your sweet nectar.” Fylis’s praises make my heart sing.
My eyes flutter as my head drops to the bedding, but his hand is there to catch it, guiding me back to watch us in the mirror.
With my eyes locked on us, he moves it to clasp around my throat, occasionally giving it a squeeze.
I praise him in my head for at least doing it correctly and not crushing my windpipe, letting him remain in control.
Something has come alive in him tonight, and I am finally seeing the real him.
He’s charming, caring, and deeply passionate. My eyes go glossy, making him pause.
“Color?” His tone was concerned but firm. That’s my satyr.
“Sorry, I was just thinking about it all.” Fylis tilts his head in confusion, hands moving to stroke my back softly.
“I’m not that bad that you’re stuck in your head, am I?” He questions while giving me a half-playful look.
“No, of course not! I’m just happy. So happy.” I snake a hand back to caress his knee behind me, and he kisses my shoulder, soft and slow. His own eyes were glossy now. This feels right. Fylis feels right.
“Good.” He thrusts again, making me pull my hand forward to support myself with the force. “Because I’m not done until you’re seeing stars and begging me to stop.”
***
After a few orgasms, we pass out in a hot, sweaty pile of limbs, fur, and hair.
Thirst pulls me from my sleep at an ungodly hour.
Fylis gently snores as I sneak out of bed and into the kitchen, not even budging when I slip back into bed.
Stifling a giggle as I watch a bead of drool drip onto his pillow.
Hey, power thrusting takes a lot out of you, and Fylis did keep his promise.
Snuggling up to him, I trace circles over his chest, trying to fall back asleep.
The moment my eyes finally close, his alarm blares near our heads.
“Shit. It’s Monday, isn’t it?” He grumbles before turning the noise off. Fylis leaves the bed but tucks me in. “Stay. Make yourself at home. I’ll be back in a few hours. I only have two lectures today.” Kissing me on the forehead, he enters his bathroom to get ready.
I sit up in his bed watching him as he grooms himself, the ritual, I assume, never varying. When he enters the bedroom again, tossing a sweatshirt over his head, I giggle. “No shower?”
“Don’t want to wash your scent off of me. Shower with me later?” He’s at my side again, crashing his lips onto mine. I could get used to this.
“There’s food in the kitchen, help yourself.
I gotta get going or Burgess will give me the third degree.
” He shuffles about gathering his things, and I can’t help but admire him.
I used to think he was rigid and stuffy, but he’s passionate about what he does.
With one last kiss, he leaves me in his space.
My curiosity, of course, gets the better of me, and I can’t help but do some light snooping.
When I come across his class schedule, I get an idea.
Digging through my bag, I find a plaid skirt, slipping it on while intentionally forgoing panties.
Moving to his closet, I borrow a simple button-down shirt, tucking it in nicely but leaving the top few buttons undone.
Quickly fixing my makeup and braiding my hair down my back, I smirk in the mirror. Perfect.
Tidying up the bedroom before I go, I snatch up one of Fylis’s old briefcases, tossing a few choice items into it. Now I’m ready.