He swallowed. “That’s wonderful, Kaya, but I don’t think I trust myself right now. I don’t know where to touch you.”
She smirked, heart pounding as she grabbed his hand and brought it to her breast. “Then I’ll show you.”
Ilias groaned, his spare hand coming up to tangle in her mess of black hair. He brought her lips back to his, his cock twitching against her leg when she let out the slightest satisfied whimper. She arched into his palm, his fingers squeezing at her breast before he allowed his thumb to brush over her peaked nipple. His lips made a trail down the slope of her chin to her neck, her breath catching in her throat when his teeth brushed over the sensitive flesh.
“Is this alright?” He asked.
Kaya hummed, eyes fluttering as she pressed him closer, urging him to continue. And he did, gladly.
She could hardly remember why she was so scared of this—why she denied herself the satisfaction of having him close. Because with each touch, with each kiss that had her rocking her hips against him, she couldn’t even remember why she was so scared in the first place.
Ilias was not Prim. He was not any of the other males that used her body to satiate their cravings, only to pretend as if she didn’t exist the next day.
Nothing and no one had ever felt like this.
Ilias’s hands made a map of every curve and dip of her body as if he already knew where to touch, as if he’d designed her desires, himself. And she molded into him, relishing in each pass those hands made.
She gasped as he suckled at the swell of her breast, her gowns making her feel far too clothed. She wanted to feel the heat of him on her, his callouses rough against her flesh. She wanted him everywhere. And as in tune as he was with her mind and her body, he was peeling away the upper half of her dress, exposing her breasts to the bitter chill of the room.
Another shortened, sharp breath was sucked into her throat when his mouth closed over the delicate bud—a swirl of pleasure pulsing through herbody and heightening the agonizing throb between her legs. Her fingers tightened in his thick, brown curls, legs spreading wider. She rolled her hips against him, moaning at the length that was straining against the fabric of his pants. His hands moved to her hips, guiding her against him as he welcomed her kiss.
She grunted against his lips, feeling the pleasure begin to heighten with each movement.
And while she wouldn’t have minded him stripping her bare and having his way with her, Kaya knew that she would regret it in the morning. But she didwanthim.
Her tongue felt heavy, her mouth watering as she pulled away from him. When she slid off of his lap, Ilias’s stomach sank. His eyes filled with worry—with fear that he may have crossed a line and scared her away. He rose to his feet, but every formulated apology died at the tip of his tongue when he watched her kneel before him. And he could have died, himself, as he watched her pop the buttons on the front of his pants.
Kaya shoved them down his thighs just enough to reveal him. She took in his length, mouth going dry at the size. “Just so we are at an understanding,” she began, eyes lifting to meet his.
Ilias’s already thin patience was withering away, but he tucked his hands behind him, gripping each wrist to restrain himself. Because seeing her there, on the floor in front of him, with his cock so dangerously close to those kiss-bitten lips was enough to cross a line he was already toeing.
She wrapped her hand around his shaft, thumb brushing over the the slit that glistened with his excitement. “I’m never getting on my knees for anyone else.” She continued. His hips jerked forward into her grasp, his nails digging into the skin of his forearm. “You’re the last one, so let’s make it good.”
Before he could concede to her statement, before he could even brace himself, she took him into her mouth. His hands grappled at the posts of her bed, head lolling back to reveal bulging veins as she took him deeper…
Deeper…
He cursed through a strained breath, cursed himself for wanting to fist her hair and fuck her mouth in the most degrading way possible—cursed thegods for even landing him in this position. Because there was no fighting it.
Mother above, she was aBlessing.
Good gods, she was ablessing.
And with each bob of her head, with each swirl of her tongue and stroke of her hand, it drove him closer and closer to eternal damnation.
Kaya grabbed his wrist, guiding his hand to the back of her head. She pushed his fingers into her hair and he moaned loudly, the look in her eyes causing his stomach to hollow out.
In spite of it all, he gripped her hair, thrusting forward into her mouth. He went still and watched, waiting for her consent to continue. And when she scraped her nails down the plains of his stomach and braced them upon his thighs, he snapped.
He watched her take as much of him as she could. She did it so perfectly, so sinfully that he wanted to pluck her right off the ground and claim every inch of her body. But he was getting too close to that peak. His thrusts became jerky, more erratic, and he could feel the building of his climax.
No matter how much he wished for it to last longer, he had absolutely no control over the pleasure that flooded his senses. With the smell of her arousal filling his nostrils and the soft, muffled whimpers that vibrated through his cock, he was spilling himself into her within seconds.
And she took it.
Without breaking eye contact, without pulling away from the salty tang of his seed, she swallowed. Kaya pulled away, cheeks hollowed out so that when he fell from her mouth, it made a resounding pop that filled the room.
Ilias was too stunned, too numb and his limbs too weak for him to react to her raising onto her feet. He just watched her, eyes hooded with lust and jaw slack as she stepped towards him. She curled her fingers around his cock once again, a hiss escaping his lips at how sensitive he felt, but she stroked him anyway—milking a few drops of himself onto her hand.
