“Touché,” Nina smiles at the dark joke and raises her glass of water to me. “To coming from an utter shitshow and wanting to be better than them.”
I raise my glass to her. “That we can agree on.”
My chest bursts with pride at the smile on her face. Even in her darkest moments, I can put that there. I take her hand and swipe my thumb over that silken patch of skin on her inner-wrist.
“Nenoka,” I say, getting on my knees before her on the chair. “Let me make you feel better. I know it’s hard. But I can make this all go away for a second. You know I can.”
Her amber eyes flare with interest, but she pulls her gaze away. She bites her lip nervously, and I resist the urge to trace my thumb over that perfect, plush flesh.
I reach for the belt on her dressing gown.
“Art…” she cautions, a warning tone in her quiet voice.
I growl quietly. “I haven’t been able to stop thinking about this pussy since I tasted you on the stairs. I’m starving.”
Nina lets out a quiet sigh. “Fuck it,” she murmurs, unknotting the belt of her dressing gown and showing me everything.
Perfection.
It was rushed, when I tasted her in the stairwell, but here I can take all the time in the world. We have all night. There will be gunshots that I don’t want her to hear, and I want to make sure her mind is a whole world away from danger, from fighting, when that happens.
At first, I just stroke her soft skin and inhale her scent, taking my time to appreciate her. I’d forgotten how sensitive she is.
Just from my touch, she’s starting to get wet, her pussy glisteningwith moisture and the intoxicatingly lovely smell of her.
My cheeks brush against her velvety soft inner thighs, and with each touch, she responds. Her core tensing. Her face flushing. Her nipples forming tight peaks. She lets out a sharp gasp as I pinch her nipple between my index finger and thumb, then roll it.
I have all of her attention, her eyes going unfocused with pleasure as I play with her.
Nina can hate me all she wants, but I know she craves this just as much as I do. And that’s enough, for now. This is my way in.
I haven’t even tasted her cunt yet and already I’m hard as steel, my cock rubbing tight against my pants.
She claps a hand over her mouth to suppress her moan when I do dive in.
Good God, she tastes even better than I remember. I hum my approval against her sensitive flesh when she spreads her legs wider, allowing my tongue to enter her and explore her tight wetness.
Sweet and light and delicious as I lick her all the way from her ass to her clit.
This is a form of worship, I think, and as she starts to make quiet little gasps, I can feel her losing control, her muscles spasming around me.
I hear the gunshots in the distance, faintly, while Nina shudders around me. She doesn’t notice a thing, too focused on what my tongue is doing.
I don’t stop. I let myself forget what’s happening too, and focus on reminding her that she’s mine.
Something different happens this time. I’m taking mytime, playing with her, making sure she doesn’t just explode the way she did the other day on the stairs.
Her soft thighs are next to my cheeks, the taste of her covering my tongue, and it’s all too much. She’s giving herself to me, fully.
As her back arches against the chair, I have to keep her anchored and steady with my hands,feeling the muscles of her hips straining and flexing as the pleasure courses through her.
I’m not even touching myself and I’m close to the edge just from the feel of her, the taste of her. I grind my hips against the leg of the chair, needing something, anything, to ease the ache in my cock.
“Fuck, Art.” Nina breathes my name, softly, as she comes apart and that’s it.
I’m done. I let out a grunt as she sends me over the edge just with her taste.
The second time this woman has made me finish in my pants.
