He straightened, a quiet chuckle sounding from deep in his chest. His hand trailed down her front, and he found her wetness again.
“You’ll let me play first, Princess,” he said as he stroked her. “I want that tight pussy raining before I take you. Can you do that for me?”
Eyes fluttering, she tried to calm her shaking breaths. “Yes,” she managed as she squirmed against his tease. With every slow press of his fingers, his cock pushed against her. She rocked her hips into his hand. Until he pulled out of her, and those digits tickled up and down her throbbing clit again.
“Filthy girl,” he whispered playfully, and she dared to smile at the salutation, chest arching off the bench. Dared to enjoy when he called her that and more.
She met his darkened yet delighted eyes as his free hand slipped beneath her dress to grasp her breast. The second his thumb grazed her taut nipple, she heard someone shout from the beach, and she remembered where they were.
“Nadir, this..." The words caught in her throat, "...this is probably a bad idea," she finally managed.
"I quite enjoy our bad ideas," he purred before kissing her throat again. His teeth nipped at her skin, and then he moved to rest his forehead against hers.
“Look at me,” he said in a breathless, raspy voice. “No one else.”
He was intoxicating,consuming, and he made her want to forget reality.
He pinched her clit between his forefinger and thumb, and she decided she didn’t care who was watching.
The entire village could watch as he fucked her into submission and sent her over the edge. She would deal with the consequences and glares later. But for now, she was his, and damn did he feel like home.
"Perhaps we should call them horribly beautiful ideas instead," she uttered.
His chest moved with the deep chuckle, and his nose nudged against hers. "Do you want me to stop?" he asked.
It was all she could do to shake her head. "I want you deeper," she breathed. "Harder."
"There’s my Princess," he beamed over her. His fingers pressed deep inside, palm nearly slapping against her and making her gasp. Hooking and almost pulling her off the bench with every thrust. He groaned in her throat, whispering, "Fuck, you're so wet for me," on her skin. “Do you get this wet for anyone else?”
“You,” she groaned as she ran her hands behind his neck, her own head throwing back. “Yours, Commander.”
His forehead rolled against her arched chest with another moan, his shoulders caved as though he’d not thought she would say it. He kissed her jaw, bit her throat, and breathed, “Mine,” against her lips before moving lower.
His thumb dragged along her clit as he moved those digits in and out, each time with increasing pressure and depth. Her back arched off the bench again, and his lips clamped on her nipple through the dress. He was beginning to pick up his pace. Making her body squirm and reach and rock with him. She cursed his name out loud, eyes rolling as she grasped his hair and held him on her chest. His tongue swirled over that hardened peak before pulling it into his mouth and sucking on her breast. She was already feeling her end near, her insides tightening around his fingers.
But his hand moved from inside her, and he swirled her wetness around her clit, pressing hard and making her groan again. He kissed up her chest to her throat, licked her neck, and nibbled her skin before stilling over her.
"Do you know what horribly beautiful idea I'm going to finish you with?" he asked, breath tickling her lips.
Open mouths nearly sweeping together, Nyssa leaned up, desperate to kiss him, and she uttered, "Surprise me," as her hands pressed to his cheeks.
A final smile spread over him, and his teeth tugged on her bottom lip. She knew the moment he kissed her that this teasing would be over, and they would both surrender to the other.
"Yes, Princess," were the last words he uttered before his mouth pressed against hers—
Someone cleared their throat.
Nyssa's heart skipped. Nadir groaned, his head coming to rest on her breast. "I will murder her," he muttered into her skin. He pushed up on his arms, "Fucking Infi, Second, I thought—“
But it wasn't Lex.
Lovi Piathos was standing on the porch.
Nadir stumbled at the rate he stood off her. Nyssa snatched her dress down fast and hoped the Lesser One had not been standing there for too long. Her entire body heated beet red under the old man's amused gaze.
"Grand," Nadir said, clearing his throat. “I—“ He grabbed the blanket from the wicker chair and shoved it around his waist to conceal his indecency. “We were about to head down for dinner."
Lovi laughed a high-pitched chortle. "Came here not for you, m'boy," he said, his broken speech making Nyssa's head tilt. "Came for her."
