Chapter 14 #3
Oberon’s mouth trailed down her shoulder, her chest, tongue flicking over a nipple and taking it in his mouth.
She moaned, rocking her hips at the heightened pleasure.
A satisfied grumble reverberated through Oberon.
He shifted his knee, widening her legs, a hand replacing his arousal, two fingers twirling her clit before dipping lower and plunging inside her.
“Oh, fuck,” she groaned, as his fingers found that sweet place inside her while his palm pressed against her bud, blinding her with pleasure. He rubbed slow, a blissful need building in her belly.
His hot mouth left her breast, and he leaned an arm on the ledge beside her head, eyelids heavy with desire as he gazed upon her. Cerise’s hands trailed the hard muscles of his chest, down his stomach, around the narrow of his hips. Oberon’s breath caught as she stroked them around his cock.
With a leg around his hip and a hand around his erection, she pulled him close to her entrance and whispered, “I want you inside me.”
He moaned, and removing his hand, slowly slid inside her, a gratified groan escaping them both as he filled her.
She rocked her hips as he moved with a terrible, tender slowness, one hand on her ass and the other bracing the ledge beside her.
He dipped his head again, taking a nipple exposed to the cold air in his mouth, fingers tightening on her skin as she squeezed around him.
She pulled him closer and faster with her legs, grinding against him as his cock thrust within her, heightening waves of pleasure washing over her. Steaming water coursed over their bodies, over the sides of the pool, as they created their own tide.
Flicking her nipple with his tongue, he kissed up her neck, nipped her ear. Moving in and out of her, following her desperation, he whispered with gently panting breaths, “Are you going to come for me, Cerise?”
She dug her hands into his shoulder, the sound of her name on his tongue heavy with desire making her move faster.
“That’s it,” he groaned, one hand dipping down to rub her clit while he thrust in and out.
Bright bliss built between her legs, tightening her inner muscles around his cock. He groaned, moving harder and faster, heartbeats and breaths quickening.
“Oh, fuck, Oberon,” she moaned as intense, blinding pleasure cascaded over her waves. He groaned and claimed her mouth, sweeping his tongue against hers as his orgasm shuddered through him at the same time, dick pulsing within her tightened core.
He moved slower, teasing out the remnants of their desire.
A pleasant hum reverberated in her body as he remained in her, kissing her softly while his hands gently roamed her body.
Her hands tangled in his hair, and when they broke apart to finally catch their breath, she could do nothing but admire him.
The gleam of his golden hair in the dim moonlight, steam rising between their bodies.
The broad, powerful shape of him. The adoration in his expression as he stared back at her.
He swept her cherry red hair away from her face, tucked it behind her ear. He kissed her, slow and gentle, then rested his forehead on hers. “You’re beautiful, Cerise, in more ways than I can describe. I’d punish those that made you believe otherwise, if I could.”
“And if they were alive, I’d crush the still beating hearts of your parents in my fists for making you feel worthless.”
He chuckled and wrapped his arms around her, Cerise’s head resting against his chest. Fingers brushing over her back he said, “Come, let’s get dry. We should try to rest while we can.”
Oberon stepped out first, extending a bracing hand for Cerise. She hesitated, wanting to keep her skin blurred below water. Yet he was right. They needed to sleep until day broke and they had to begin their trek back.
She’d fought legions of undead. Slaughtered a necromancer trying to resurrect a dead God. She could show her naked body.
Cerise took his comforting palm in hers and accepted his aid out of the pool, cool air sweeping chills along her exposed flesh.
He draped a ratty towel over her shoulders, squeezing moisture from her hair and swiping it away from her skin.
In the hazy moonlight filtered through steam, she regarded his body, him doing the same as he dried her.
No flickers of disgust or pity claimed his features, instead he placed reverent kisses along her scars as he moved down her body, drying her legs.
The clenched unease in her chest steadily unraveled and by the time he was done she wondered what it’d be like to sleep beside him naked, to have his touch on her bare skin while drifting in and out of consciousness.
Yet, even with the pools warming the room, a wintry, nighttime cold clung to the air.
So they put back on a few layers of the old, dirty clothes.
With a bundle of decayed blankets beneath and above them, Oberon pulled Cerise close, his chest to her back.
And even though it was only a person and not a wall behind her, she slept soundly and without nightmares, for the first time in years.