Chapter 19 #3
“Zanta,” Nia moaned, her voice desperate and shaking.
“Don’t stop. I’m going to—” Her words cut off in a moan, and sweet liquid gushed around Zanta’s tongue as Nia’s desperation came to a shuddering halt.
Zanta kept her mouth on her through her orgasm, until one by one Nia’s tight muscles loosened and went slack.
For a moment, Zanta considered continuing. She wanted to feel Nia come on her tongue again, but Nia’s hand moved from Zanta’s hair to her cheek and guided her up.
Zanta didn’t bother wiping Nia’s juices from her mouth and chin as she leaned over Nia’s exhausted body and planted a kiss firmly on her lips.
Nia shivered, her arms wrapping around Zanta’s neck.
For only a moment they lingered there in the dark, Nia’s afterglow practically lighting up her peachy skin.
Then Nia shifted, and Zanta found herself beneath the redheaded seductress, her back pressed into the lavish billow of discarded skirts.
“Your turn,” Nia murmured, her eyes still glazed with lust. She captured Zanta’s lips before she could answer, her hand slipping down to cup Zanta’s breast.
Zanta held back a moan, even the simplest touch sharpening the ache in her core. She wanted Nia. Badly. The taste of her still sweetened Zanta’s tongue.
“It’s okay.” Though eating Nia out had pushed guilt to the back of Zanta’s mind, it still flickered there even as she leaned into Nia’s next kiss. “I’ve been gone too long. I should get back.”
Nia paused, her exploring hand already halfway down Zanta’s waist.
“Oh.” She pulled back, her enraptured expression falling. And suddenly Zanta’s guilt was not over abandoning her post to touch Nia here in the dark, or even over betraying Emilie’s memory, but because she had disappointed Nia.
She couldn’t stand for that.
Zanta reached for her and drew Nia down into a kiss. Nia hesitated for a moment, then melted into it, her lust rekindled.
“I guess I could stay a little longer,” Zanta said. “Only, don’t frown at me like that. You’re too pretty for it.”
Nia chuckled, squeezing the curve of Zanta’s waist, and settled over her, straddling Zanta’s thigh, the sword trapped between Nia and Zanta’s legs.
“I should…” Zanta’s fingers moved to her sword belt, but Nia’s legs only squeezed tighter.
“Leave it on,” she whispered, eyes glittering.
She wasted no time in unfastening Zanta’s britches and slipping her hand beneath.
“If you’re in a hurry, I’ll get right to the point,” Nia murmured. Her thumb stroked over the downy curls concealing Zanta’s sex. She nipped at Zanta’s ear. “Just relax, beautiful. I’ll take care of you, and we can take our time next time.”
Next time. Zanta wasn’t sure there would be a next time. She’d never planned to give in to Nia’s flirting. But seeing her so raw and vulnerable, holding her in her arms after thinking she’d been hurt, had pushed Zanta over the edge.
All thoughts of their potential were replaced with now, as Nia’s middle finger delved into the curls to circle her clit. Zanta gasped, tingles racing across her skin, the ache of desire turning into an all-out throb. She clutched Nia’s waist, dragging their bodies flush with each other.
Nia trailed kisses behind Zanta’s ear and down her neck. Her fingers stroked and circled expertly until she had Zanta gasping. Pleasure pulsed through her as strongly as worry had before. Nia leaned close, stealing another kiss from Zanta’s breathless lips.
“How was it to be inside me?” Nia murmured. Her fingers played Zanta like a harp, setting Zanta’s body quivering, the sweet music of euphoria singing from her lips. “I’m told it’s divine.” A smirk pulled the corner of Nia’s lips into shadow.
Zanta barely had the strength to answer, but a particularly delicious flick of Nia’s fingers brought out the truth.
“They were right…Y-you’re sweeter than stolen wine.”
“How flattering.” Nia’s confidence had returned now that Zanta was at her mercy. Her fingers circled, and Zanta’s back arched, her still-booted feet bracing against the billow of skirts.
“F-fuck…” Zanta gasped. “Between your legs lies the gates to paradise itself.” Nia drew the words out of her with each stroke. “Tasting you is…” Nia cut her off with a kiss, and when they broke apart again, she leaned her forehead against Zanta’s so that her mouth rested close to Zanta’s ear.
“Shall we see if I can’t help you find your own paradise, my beautiful captain?” Her fingertips were at Zanta’s entrance, all she needed to do was say…
“Yes, oh gods, yes.” And Nia pushed in, fingers curling and stroking, sending waves of euphoria through Zanta’s quivering body.
“Next time I will taste you as deeply as you tasted me,” Nia whispered. Zanta clutched at Nia’s shoulder to ground herself, but it was of no use. She soared on the wings of Nia’s touch and words. Pleasure coursed through her like a raging current.
“Nia, I’m…”
“I know, beautiful. You’re squeezing me so tightly. Come for me.”
Finally, Zanta came with a cry, her orgasm hitting her like the crash of a wave on shore.
“Shh…shh.” Nia peppered kisses over Zanta’s gasping lips, stifling her cries. And when Zanta’s body finally went slack with relief, Nia withdrew, and brought her slick fingers to her own lips. Her tongue curled between them, a promise of what was to come. “You taste just as sweet, Captain.”