Chapter 30 #2
He rolled to his side and kissed me first, deep and hard.
His left hand on my face, slowly moving downwards over the nape of my neck and my clavicle down to between my breasts.
The sensation was unlike anything I had felt, the anticipation almost too much to bear.
He kept kissing me, now stroking along the underside of my breast and back up again to cup my breast in his hand.
I tried to stay quiet, but I moaned into his mouth at his touch.
Honestly, I felt like I could cum right there and then just from this touch alone.
Encouraged by my reaction, he let his fingers slide over my nipple, softly pinching it between his thumb and his pointer finger, eliciting the most exquisite feelings from me.
“And you are sure you have never done this before?” I asked between kisses and he laughed.
“I am one hundred percent certain, but…” he lowered his mouth to my nipple, taking it in his mouth and swirling his tongue around, “… but I have read every smutty romance book there is and I am just trying to follow the recipe.”
I laughed and couldn’t help myself but say, “Luckily, you are better at this than you are at making pancakes and sauce.”
He pulled his head back, looking at me with mock indignation.
“What was wrong with my pancakes?”
I couldn’t stop myself from laughing.
“I am sorry, but Enbergin told me never to tell you. He had to swap the pancakes for his own because apparently you burnt them so badly that they were not edible.”
Theo huffed and with a straight face, he said, “I will have to find a new cook it seems, such a shame.”
I hooked my hand around his neck and pulled him down to kiss me again. He was now laying half atop of me with his leg between my legs. The friction made me lose my mind and I started moving against his leg. He groaned in response and pushed himself into me in return.
We kissed like this for a long time before he pulled away.
“You are wearing too many clothes, Maelis.” He shifted so I could undress myself.
With a few movements, I was completely naked and his gaze raked over my body in awe.
“You are so beautiful, inside and out,” he rasped, and his hand slid over my stomach down between my legs where the warmth and wetness of my desire left no doubt about how much I wanted him.
He watched as one of his fingers slid over my center, my hips buckling in response.
He kept stroking me in lazy circles and it was simply too much for me.
I grabbed his face and started kissing him again, but he didn’t stop.
His fingers moved slowly, but with a little bit of pressure and I could feel that I was so close to cumming.
“Don’t stop,” I panted, and he growled in response, taking my mouth and claiming it while relentlessly stroking my center with his warm fingers.
I crashed over the edge then, my hips lifting from the bed, my thighs clamping shut over his hand and his mouth stifling the moan that escaped me. I was breathing heavily while the aftershocks of my orgasm washed over me.
He pulled his head back and his eyes shining with glee.
“You are awfully proud of yourself, aren’t you?” I joked, and he threw his head back in laughter.
“To be honest with you, yes!”
I pretended to be annoyed but couldn’t hide my smile.
“That was hot as fuck. I love that I can make you feel this way,” he said.
I planted a small kiss on his lips and lifted myself up on one elbow.
“When we are finished here, I want to see what kind of books you have been reading,” I teased and pushed him on his back. “Now let’s see how I can return the favor…”
I pulled down his pants and openly gaped at him. He was beautiful and that wasn’t something I’d usually say about the male anatomy. I ran the palm of my hand along the silken skin of his cock, and he jerked in response.
“You are killing me,” he breathed, and I took him in my hand, adding a little bit of pressure and slowly moving my hand up and down.
“Fuck…” he groaned and the sound of him moaning was the hottest thing I had ever heard. He planted his hand behind my head and pulled me down to kiss him. With every stroke of my hand his body flexed, his stomach muscles moving beautifully and his tongue going deeper and deeper into my mouth.
I wanted to torture him a little, make him beg for his release, but this was his first handjob and the sensation was probably overwhelming. I’d have plenty of opportunities to tease him later. He was close, I could feel it in the throbbing of his cock and the tight muscles on his stomach.
“Cum for me, God of Wisdom,” I whispered into his mouth.
He groaned and came hard, his breath hot and heavy on my face. When his breathing had slowed down, he pulled me over to him with my head on his chest.
“Wow… You know earlier when I said I would be happy with you just massaging my toes? I want to take that back.” He chuckled and kissed the top of my head.
“I thought you might say that.” I smiled and felt my eyes drifting shut.
There, in his arms, his smell of leather and soap enticed me to go to sleep, it felt like the weight of the world was lifted off my shoulders.