Chapter 33 #3
“Please.” The whimper in Ariana’s voice makes me stifle a groan. My thumbs brush the bottom of her breasts and she gasps. “Nico,” she says my name breathlessly, making my heart miss a beat.
“I’ve got you,” I murmur, though I’m not sure if I’m reassuring her or myself.
Finally, my hands rise up to her chest now, massaging soap into the soft mounds.
Cupping them gently, they fit entirely in each of my palms. I can feel Ariana’s heartbeat racing under my touch.
My thumbs brush, then circle against her nipples.
They stiffen under the attention, making the buds harden.
Ariana lets out a mix of gasp and a moan. Her head falls onto my shoulder, soft pink lips parted.
I dip my head, pressing my lips to the curve of her neck, tasting water and skin and her calming chamomile sweetness. My hands continue kneading her breasts gently, committing the weight and shape to memory.
“You’re stunning,” I whisper against her throat. “So beautiful.”
She lets out a whine in response, the sound going straight to my hardened cock and making it twitch. Her breathing is coming faster now, shallow and uneven. One of her hands reaches back, fingers tangling in my wet hair, holding me to her.
Gently spinning her to face me, I lower my head further, looking up at her.
I start with a kiss, gentle and reverent, right at the swell of it.
Then another, keeping my gaze on her face the entire time.
My tongue traces upwards to her nipple. Breaking eye contact, I finally close my lips around the stiffened bud.
I suck gently at first, my tongue swirling around the sensitive peak. Her fingers tighten in my hair, and I take that as encouragement. I increase the pressure, sucking harder, gently grazing my teeth against it and flicking my tongue.
Her back arches, pressing her chest firmly into my mouth. My member strains painfully against the fabric of my soaked jeans as she rewards my efforts with a needy moan.
I switch to her other breast, lavishing it with the same attention. My hand comes up to palm the one I just left, finger circling the wet, pebbled nipple. She’s trembling now, her whole body taut with need, and I can smell arousal flooding her chamomile perfume intoxicatingly.
I could stay here forever. Latched onto her, learning every sound she makes, experimenting how she responds to my touches. But I can tell she needs more, can hear it in the desperate little noises she’s making.
“Turn around for me, pretty girl,” I murmur against her skin, punctuating my sentence by licking from the bottom of her breast to her nipple again, swirling the tip of my tongue against it.
She listens, facing the warm spray. I wrap one arm around her torso, just under her breasts, pulling her back against my chest. My wet shirt clings to both of us now, and I can feel every line of her body pressed against mine.
“I’ve got you,” I tell her again, my lips at her ear. “Let me take care of you.”
Ariana nods desperately, breathing heavily.
My free hand slides down the soft skin of her stomach, slow and deliberate, making her whine. I slide lower still, until my fingers brush through the soft curls between her thighs. The space between is warm and wet, not completely from the shower.
I dip my fingers between the folds, finding her clit. I start with gentle circles, making her let out a sound of pure need. Her head falls back to rest against my shoulder again, hips bucking forward, seeking more pressure.
“Nico,” she gasps. I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of hearing her say my name.
“That’s it,” I murmur, my voice low and rough. “Does that feel good, pretty girl?”
The arm around her torso tightens, holding her securely against me as my fingers work her clit with slowly increasing pressure. I watch her reactions, paying attention to every hitch of breath. When I press a little harder, circle her clit a little faster, she moans and her knees buckle slightly.
I hold her up easily, my strength more than enough to support her. “I’ve got you,” I repeat, almost a mantra now, hungry to watch her come apart. “Let go for me.”
Her hands come up to grip my forearm where it bands across her chest, her nails digging into my skin. She moans desperately, thighs clenching around my hand. Her breathing turns shaky as I feel her tensing.
“I’m-”
“Cum for me,” I whisper against her skin.
Her whole body goes rigid in my arms, a cry tearing from her throat as the orgasm crashes through her.
I tighten my hold on her, feeling every wave of pleasure that wracks her body.
My fingers don’t stop working her through it, drawing it out until she’s shaking and gasping, letting out strangled noises.
When she finally goes limp against me, I slow my touch, gentling it until I’m just holding her, my hand cupping her protectively. The shower continues to pour down on us, its stream warm and soothing. Ariana clings on to the arm strewn across her, trying to catch her breath.
“Stunning.” I press a kiss against the omega’s throat, looking adoringly down at her body in my arms.