Chapter 7 #3
“We’re doing what we must for Your realm.” He tucked Her hair behind Her ear. “Sometimes, in order to do good things, we have to make compromises.”
“I’m not sure how I’m going to sleep tonight.”
“Don’t sleep.” Grinning, he pulled Her close. “Don’t sleep at all.”
She met his smile with Her own, nipping at his bottom lip and relaxing into his kiss.
Peace. Leila’s touch was all he’d needed, a salve for the tension, wrenching him from the precipice he’d been teetering on all day.
Leila tasted like wine and smelled of lavender, and he soaked Her up like the earth receiving rain, easing with Her touch.
Their lips parted, and She smirked.
“What?” he said.
“Take off your shirt.”
“Are You giving me orders now?” Chuckling, he tossed his tunic to the floor. “Is this You being Savior-like?”
“Do you want Me to stop?”
“Not really. I think I like where this is headed.”
She slid Her fingertips up his chest, around the back of his neck and through his hair, and the path they drew burned straight to his veins.
Goose bumps rippled across his flesh, and his cock throbbed against Her leg, want and need pulsing through him like notes ringing from harp strings.
He deepened their kiss, luxuriating in the sound of Her shallow breathing.
“Tobias . . .”
The passion in Her kiss disappeared, and Her posture stiffened.
“Is something wrong, darling?” Tobias asked.
Cursing, She shook Herself. “Apologies. God, I’m so nervous.”
That much was clear. Her wide eyes revealed Her anxieties, as did Her tight grip on his biceps. He wove his fingers through Her hair, keeping his movements soft and gentle. “I’ve told You before, nothing needs to happen. Whenever You’re ready.”
“It’s not that I don’t want to. I do. It’s just .
. .” Her gaze raked the ceiling. “Faun always says she jumped right in without much thought to it, and it ended up being rather awkward and painful. She says it’s better to play a bit.
Get nice and comfortable over time. And I was just thinking .
. . Well, there can’t be any harm to that, right?
Easing in, I suppose. Am I making sense? ”
“Completely.”
“There are other things we could do instead, is what I’m trying to say.”
His fingers danced across Her collarbone. “Perhaps we can . . . explore?”
Back and forth he swept, waiting patiently as Leila’s gaze slowly made its way back to his. She let out a long, slow breath. “Yes, all right.” She nodded fervently. “One step at a time.”
With a soft smile, he kissed Her temple, then Her forehead, and She loosened beneath his touch.
Victory swelled within him. His body still ached for Her, but they had a lifetime to indulge their desires, and he was content just to have Leila comfortable in his arms. He nipped at Her ear, and She giggled in response, fueling his pride.
“Go on, then.” Leila’s mischievous smirk returned, Her apprehension melting away. “Explore.”
The invitation only heightened Tobias’s arousal.
He leaned in, kissing Her bottom lip gently as if it might shatter.
Leila offered no resistance, so he came in stronger, and She followed in kind, daring him to continue.
His fingertips glided across Her décolletage, slinking lower until they grazed Her cleavage.
She looked him in the eyes, a wordless command, and he tugged at the neckline of Her dress, pulling Her straps down Her arms and revealing Her breasts.
She craned Her neck, pressing Her mouth to his and teasing his tongue.
Between the wine on Her lips and the heat of Her body, he slipped into himself, drowning in drunken lust. As he cupped Her breast, She wrapped a leg around him, and his heartbeat picked up speed when She pressed Her pelvis to his.
His thumb circled Her hard nipple, eliciting the most delicate moan from Her throat.
Completely unfair. Why were aroused women so effortlessly irresistible, while men were like pigs grunting in the mud?
His cock flexed defiantly, and he kissed Her hard, gripping Her thigh.
Control yourself. Setting his jaw, he willed himself to behave.
Leila plunged Her hand down his pants and grabbed his cock.
Tobias started. “Leila—”
“What?” Her eyes shot wide, consumed with confusion. “Is this not all right?”
“No, no—”
“No, it’s not all right?”
“No—I mean yes, it’s all right, it’s just . . .” Her hand worked its way up and down, and Tobias closed his eyes. “Oh my God.”
“It’s just what?”
Hadn’t She said one step at a time? Tobias fumbled to find his voice. “I thought we were exploring.”
“We are exploring,” She said matter-of-factly. “Right now, I’m exploring your cock. Am I doing this right?”
Long, rhythmic strokes, pleasure following in their wake. His mind liquified, turning to puddles of nonsense. “God, yes.”
“You don’t want Me to stop?”
“Don’t stop.” The words spilled freely, ungoverned by his will, as if someone else entirely had spoken them. He was under Her spell, hypnotized by Her touch.
Leila grinned, clearly enjoying his trance. “Good.”
Pushing him against the sheets, She yanked down his pants and straddled his thighs, hunger alive in Her gaze. “I’ve waited for this.”
“You’ve waited to play with my cock?”
Her face dropped. “Is that strange?”
“No, I think it’s the best news I’ve heard all year. Or maybe my whole life.”
“You’re certain I’m doing this right? Up and down, like this?”
Leila stared down at him, Her tits out, dress hoisted around Her waist, and his rock-hard cock in Her hand. He tilted his head back, reveling in Her hedonistic touch. “Yes. Just like that.”
She worked slowly at first, more so admiring his erection than servicing it.
He didn’t mind, as She was still half-naked, and he rather enjoyed the thought of Her appreciating his cock.
Each sensation battled for his attention, swirling through him before settling in his belly.
Her legs were wrapped tight around him, Her fingers fixed along his shaft, and God, Her cunt was near enough to his balls that he could feel its heat.
As She quickened Her rhythm, he bit down on his lip.
“Fuck,” he groaned.
Leila froze. “Am I hurting you?”
“No, that was a good ‘fuck.’”
“Oh.” She smiled, pleased with Herself. “All right.”
She continued, a bit firmer, faster, and more determined.
Pleasure built within him like a rolling wave, and he gripped desperately at Her thighs.
His breathing matched Hers, shallow and labored, and his eyes traced Her figure—the dark hair cascading over Her shoulder, the curve of Her neck, and Her breasts bouncing with each stroke.
“Oh my God, Your fucking tits . . .” Don’t say that, you idiot, but She giggled, so apparently She didn’t mind. Another groan tore from his throat. “Fuck.”
“I love the way you say fuck.”
The look in Her eyes was fierce, a warrior aiming to conquer.
He fought for control, but the throbbing of his cock was gaining momentum, his thoughts singular and filthy.
Leila had total command in that moment, could make or break him as She pleased, and the thrill in Her gaze sent spasms rocking his insides.
He was so close. Just the slightest push, and he’d be tumbling over the edge.
Leila grabbed his shaft with both hands, one on top of the other, and marveled as she worked. “Your cock is so big.”
There it was—the perfect words coupled with the magic touch, and he was done, was spilling over. The explosion rattled him, a chaotic symphony of power and ecstasy. Some garbled nonsense poured from his lips, and his climax overtook him, aching with such intensity that his vision blared white.
Tobias sucked in short breaths. The room around him cleared and his heartrate slowed, a euphoric haze washing over him.
He sank into the bed, blinking past his dizziness.
Leila still straddled him, hands covered in his seed, a level of self-satisfaction he’d never seen before alive in Her amber eyes. She smiled.
“That was fantastic.”