Chapter 57 #2
Let me be the architect of your desire, Velina.
It was hard not to moan too, while at the same time being on alert because we weren't alone in this house and because she couldn't discover me.
With all my willpower, I pushed away how awful I would feel once I was done with this.
It helped that she let her hands wander down her waist until her fingers slipped under the side straps, pushed them away, and...
Her panties also slid to the floor.
I grabbed my cock and clenched my teeth until my jaw ached.
Her glistening pussy was completely smooth, delicately reddened, and the mere thought that my fingers could drive even more redness to this place completely consumed me.
I hesitated, sensing that I wouldn't last much longer, when Quill dipped her fingers into the gel tin again, pulled them out much too full and... sank to her knees.
She spread her legs so that the mirror presented me with her already dripping pussy.
Fuck. That was too much. Way too much...
My cock was so fucking full for her.
If I had the choice, I would go in there and give her my load, massage her tits, her delicate, rosy pussy with it until every inch of her heated body was dripping and sticky.
Her fingers dug into her thighs. Thighs that she spread even further as she gazed at her reflection, her back slightly arched, presenting her tits to me.
Her midnight brown hair hung like that of an angel of sin. Silk that I would love to wrap around my fist to pull her head back toward me with a firm grip until her lips touched my cock.
Quillon Veritas was the most beautiful sight I had ever laid eyes on.
What I wouldn't give to be able to fuck her right now. Hard, without restraint.
But that would be a waste of all the things I could do to her.
Driven by lust, I massaged my cock, watching longingly as she moved her fingers agonizingly slowly toward her slightly open slit. Two rosy, swollen lips that would welcome my cock with warmth if I only entered this room and made Quill mine.
All rationality had left my mind. All hope that I would do the right thing in any situation. The reasonable thing.
There was only Quill, tilting her head back, closing her eyes, and sliding her fingers into her already dripping pussy.
“Davian,” she whimpered softly.
I froze in place.
However, I hadn't reckoned with my cock, which contracted as the climax simply tore through me.
Overwhelmed, I grabbed the tip while Quill continued to moan softly and came in my clenched fist.
Suppressing a quiet curse, I held on to the doorframe.
She had moaned my name.
I staggered back.
What had I done?
Neptune
Sleeping At Least
As if I were a moth, I stared into the flame of the candle, which I liked to light when I worked late at night. But I wasn't working. All I did was stare around the room and chase thoughts that tried to shake the pillars of my stable life.
Quill was so incredibly beautiful.
I should never have seen her, should never even have gone to her door.
Every time I got close to her, I wanted to do things with her that would mean our downfall.
I was perverted. That was the only conclusion that made sense. At least as long as I suppressed the realization that society would hammer this into me if it ever found out about my affection for this woman.
My own daughter would hate me. And she would have every right to.
She would hate Quill. And Quill deserved a life without hate. Friends who stood by her and whom she didn't have to betray because of someone perverted like me.
I had hurt her.
And the first thing I did was jerk off, just because I couldn't control myself.
I was, in fact, pathetic.
A dull, soft muffled sound broke the silence.
As with every bird sound from outside, I waited for it to die away. But it didn't.
Holding my breath, I listened intently.
It was coming from the hallway.
Something inside me hesitated.
The last time I had investigated a noise from the hallway, I had ended up doing things I would be ashamed of for the rest of my life.
Carefully, I walked to the door, opened it, and looked into the empty hallway.
The noise was closer now, reminiscent of a... whimper.
Desperately, I stared at Quill's door.
She often had bad dreams. But since I had given her the bunny, it had stopped, even though I knew it had nothing to do with the stuffed animal.
A coincidence that had given me hope, but at that very moment died away.
With growing unease and remorse scratching at my mind, I stepped through the hallway toward the gap in her door.
Her room lay in complete darkness. Only the moon shone through her window, bathing everything in a cool light.
She lay there, under the blanket, tossing and turning, twitching, whimpering.
This wasn't fair. Was this my punishment?
Seeing her like this tore at the core of my heart.
I could end it. Here and now. Could take away one of her nightmares, apologize to her. Yet I knew that would only make everything worse.
With every whimper, the feeling in my chest grew worse.
Adrenaline shot through my veins.
I can't. She has to go through this alone. She would be strong and...
Quill's next whimper made me push open the door and enter the room.
Be reasonable.
All these years, I had been reasonable with every decision. How had I ended up in this midlife crisis?
Taking a deep breath, I turned to the door, closed it as quietly as possible, turned the key, and hesitantly approached the bed, just staring at her like an idiot.
She didn't stop writhing. Her eyelids moved strangely, like Lara's always had back then when she used to have nightmares.
I didn't hesitate any longer, lifted the blanket slightly, slipped under, and moved toward her, touching her bare shoulder as gently as I could.
take a moment to breath.
normal the kid.
Quill continued to twitch, so I moved closer, slid my arm under her neck, and pressed my hand against the covers and thereby against her chest to pull her toward me.
“Hey,” I whispered, and immediately her pleasant scent flooded my senses.
Quill didn't stop whimpering, as if someone were hurting her, and I pulled her closer to me, shook her gently, letting myself be overcome by the overwhelming feeling in my chest.
Suddenly, Quill gasped for air, but I didn't let go of her, buried my nose in her hair, and closed my eyes.
“Everything will be okay. I'm here.”
Quill stopped twitching, but she was breathing rapidly.
“Please, Feather,” I whispered into her hair, stroking her shoulder. “Please calm down. It’s just a dream.” Quill was literally gasping for breath. “Please... relax. I won’t let you go.” It hurt, felt like a lie. “Not for the next ten minutes.”
The truth? I didn't want to let her go. Never again.