Chapter 15
Fifteen
Lilith
I gasped as the warm weight of my hand settled over my breast. I wore my oldest and thinnest corset, and I could feel my nipple harden through the fabric.
Castiel’s eyes bored into mine, and I saw desire there, yes, but also admiration. And not a hint of covetousness. That made me want to arch my back into my own hand, to moan in front of him, to abandon my icy demeanor and submit to the pleasure he would teach me.
“Do you feel it?” he murmured, keeping his hand to mine.
I nodded, eyes fluttering. At his gentle guidance, I plucked and teased my nipple, letting the pleasure build through my body, and then went to my other breast.
“Both hands,” Castiel suggested, finding my other hand and putting it in place. “Ah, the sight of those soft fingers on those hard nipples will be the death of me. Do you know how often I’ve imagined those nipples? One day you’re going to let me learn what they taste like.”
I stifled a moan as I played with my body, passion spreading its wings inside me. I had never done this. After several moments, he put his hands on my shoulders. “Lie back,” he told me, putting pressure on me.
I did, awkwardly, and he arranged my body to drape across his bed. He sat beside me, wings draped down and over the edge of his bed, as he gazed at me with fire in his eyes. “Roll over.” He nudged me.
Obliging, I turned to my stomach and gave him access to the buttons of my dress at my neck. He quickly made work of them, sliding the wool dress down my arms.
Castiel groaned and trailed one finger down the curve of my spine. “I’d kiss each and every knob of your spine. I’d bend you over, I’d run my tongue over your shoulder blades, I’d get to know every curve of your back. And then I’d go lower.”
“Do I look strange to you?” I panted, face turned toward him and fingers still thumbing and tweaking my nipples. “No wings?”
“I’ve never seen this much of a person’s back,” he answered, running a hand down the center. The pressure and sweep of his warmth made me shiver, and I almost begged him to do it again. “It’s…different.” He gave me a lopsided grin. “Titillating.”
I hadn’t even realized I’d been anxious about not measuring up to his previous lovers, since my body was so different, but somehow I both resented my appearance and worried it wouldn’t be enough for him.
Something must’ve crossed my face, because he gently rolled me onto my back again, then ran his fingers through my hair. It was a gentle touch, at odds with the fire building in my belly. “You’re perfect—every piece of you.”
I smiled, even though my cheeks heated at the unexpected compliment.
Castiel helped undress me, dragging my dress down my body, lifting my hips and then my thighs as needed, but he didn’t linger, didn’t touch my skin the way I yearned for. He made quick work of my corset, too. Eventually I lay on his bed in only my shift, my hair fanning around my head like a halo.
He sucked in a breath, running his fingers through my hair as I had run mine through his feathers.
Appreciation filled his eyes, but he kept his mouth shut.
Then his eyes drifted down my body, lingering on my full breasts and the tight drape of the muslin shift against my hips.
I glanced down and realized the shift was thin enough for him to make out the size and shape of my peaked nipples.
Under normal circumstances, I would’ve felt exposed and vulnerable.
But the way his hands fisted the bedlinens and his pupils dilated even wider, I instead felt something else. I didn’t know what to call it, but it was something soft and strong at the same time.
“Now,” he directed hoarsely, “draw your shift up. Fast or slow, it doesn’t matter.
Whichever speed will increase your pleasure.
That’s it,” he crooned. “Skies, Lily, if you could feel how hard my cock is, just at the sight of those calves.” His dilated eyes were frozen on my body.
“Higher, yes, higher. That’s right, a little higher.
Let me see. I’d do anything to see more of you. ”
I bit my lip, watching his face. He seemed like he was getting pleasure out of this, and I liked the feeling, as if it was light and we were two mirrors, the passion growing as it reflected between us.
So I reached down with one hand, arching my back, and caught the hem of my shift around my knees.
I pulled it up slowly, slowly, slowly, revealing one inch at a time.
He looked like he was in pain, his eyes fixed on the hem of my shift. His knuckles whitened as he fisted the bedlinens ever harder.
My breathing was loud and ragged, and I thought his was, too.
It felt like a wonderful dream, someone learning and seeing me. I turned my worries away, muted the whispers that told me this was temporary, and for once—just this one time—I welcomed the joy of being known.
I spread my thighs an inch, and he groaned again.
“Look at me. Look at my face while you expose yourself. Don’t look away. Do you see what you’re doing to me? Keep going,” he urged. “You’ll like the next part.”
I liked this part, too, but I didn’t bother telling him. Finally my shift bunched around my waist, and I was bare from my navel to my toes. My thighs were slick with need, and I feared when I got up his bed would have a wet spot.
“Skies, you smell so good.”
His desperation, so tightly reined in, made my arousal soar. I whimpered, rolling my hips.
“You’re in control,” he gasped. “You can give yourself relief.”
My hands drifted downward, and he nodded in approval.
“Spread your legs a little wider, cirra. Oh, your scent is the perfume I’ve craved.”
I’d never felt so powerful. I slid my fingers through the wisps of blond maidenhair, then down in between my legs.
I was hot, swollen, and aching to be touched.
A mewl escaped my clenched teeth as my index and middle fingers dipped further down, getting to know the folds of my skin and eventually the sheathe that created all this wetness.
I’d never felt quite brave enough to do this before tonight.
“Get to know how you like it,” Castiel whispered. “Yes, drag your fingers back and forth.” His wings stiffened, then he consciously relaxed them. “And your cunny. Yes, play with yourself. Your body is designed for you. Learn it, feel it, make it sing for you.”
My eyes rolled back in my head as I followed his instructions. I inserted one finger inside me, getting to know the ridged contours within my sex.
“Can you get another finger in there?”
I obeyed, gasping. “It’s so tight.”
“I know, I know,” he panted, muscles tensed and tendons straining. He looked like a man being tortured. “But you can do it. I know you can, I know your sweet little hole can take more. Spread your fingers, then curl them. Find out what makes you feel stars.”
Desire drove me higher and higher, like I was pushing something up a hill, pressure expanding through my body. When my fingers were wet, I dragged them up to a spot that pulsed and begged for touch.
“Ah, yes.” Castiel lowered his body until he could peer between my legs, jaw tight and eyes focused as if all matters of life or death lay between my thighs. “Stroke your pearl.”
I did, and saw stars. I bowed so tightly I nearly fell off the bed.
Castiel’s hands wrapped around my ribcage suddenly, pulling me back to safety. The heat of his skin against mine nearly made me feral. I needed release. I needed more right now.
My fingers flicked faster and faster against that bud at the top of my sex. My legs tightened, my toes curled, and my breath came in sharp, shallow gasps.
“Almost,” he assured me. “You’re almost there.” He removed one hand, but left the other splayed across my abdomen. My entire universe narrowed down to his hand on my belly and my fingers on my sex.
And then it happened. My vision went black, a hoarse shout slipped from my mouth, and rapture cascaded around me, pulling me over and down a cliff. Pleasure pooled around me, thick and sticky and oh so sweet. I gasped for breath.
When I finally turned my head to look at him, Castiel’s nostrils were flared and he looked ready to pounce and eat me alive. Instead of frightening me, it was exhilarating.
“Skies, that was better than I imagined.” He gently reached down, grabbed my wrist, and brought my hand to his mouth.
As I stared, shocked, he opened his lips and placed my two fingers in his mouth. The heat of his tongue made my insides squirm and shiver. He licked all traces of my arousal off my fingers, eyes shut as he relished the taste, and then he carefully set my hand on my stomach, replacing his.
“Perfect,” he declared softly. “I hope you feel like your body gives you pleasure.”
I nodded, mute. I didn’t have words for any of this. “Thank you,” I finally breathed.
He smirked at me, that annoying smile I didn’t find nearly as annoying anymore. Instead, butterflies spread through my stomach at the sight. “Don’t thank me. It’s your body. Next time, Lily, I’m going to taste you straight from the source.”
My cheeks heated as I noticed the huge, hard bulge in his trousers.
“But right now,” he added, reaching for my shift and tugging it down to my knees, “you need to go home before your mother wonders where you are.”
My mother hasn’t even noticed I’m gone. The thought flitted through, bringing sadness in its wake. But loneliness didn’t follow, because I was with Castiel who saw me and liked me and wanted to spend time with me.
I sighed, pushing myself up into a sitting position. “Very well.” I dressed as if I hadn’t just had the most amazing experience of my life.
Castiel surprised me by walking me home, even though it was only a few yards away. I waved good night at him as I entered the dim house. He smiled and took off into the air, leaving me breathless once more.
Castiel