Nadir was bent on his knees at the edge of the bed, slowly crawling his way to her.
"You're going to bring yourself to your end before I know what you like, Princess," he uttered.
Nyssa fought the red on her chest, the heave of her lungs, and she forced herself to speak. "I was thinking about you holding me from behind," she breathed. "Your kiss on my neck, fingers between my legs."
The more she spoke, the easier it became.
"What else?" he asked. “Press that clit harder. Show me what you like.”
She pressed her clit harder, the notion of what she thought of next making her reach.
"I... Your lips on every inch of me."
His mouth brushed her kneecap, eyes never leaving hers.
"And your..." Images filled her mind from the night before, she could feel him there, the warmth of his body hovering over her. Her head hit the headboard, mouth sagging, and she closed her eyes as she moved her fingers faster.
"My what?” he whispered. “Use your words, filthy girl. I want to know.”
She couldn't speak. She was so close and just wanted to release. Speaking out loud was deterring her focus, and she wanted to daydream about his face between her thighs as she played with herself. Her breaths weakened, and she could feel her face scrunching with the coming of her end.
"Tell me what's finishing you," he begged.
Her eyes opened, and her chest heaved. "Your mouth," she managed as her breath caught.
A sly smile rested on his lips, and he chuckled under his breath. "Yes, Princess."
Nadir sank onto his elbows, and the moment she was sure she would end, his mouth clamped onto her clit. Her thighs squeezed around him, and she threw back with a high-pitched moan as her release seared through her. His fingers dug into her hips. He grabbed her, hauling her backside against his chest as he sat up to his knees, and suddenly her legs were in the air around his shoulders as he lapped up her juices.
Her body jerked at his tongue raking against her. Jerked more as her orgasm shattered on his mouth. But he didn't stop. She gripped the sheets, the moans emitting from her lips noises that she didn't know she possessed—high-pitched squeals of pleasure and begs. He knew she was finished, yet he didn't care.
He continued to devour her, to suck her clit and slip his tongue inside her. And it wasn't long before she exploded again in such a manner that completely embarrassed her. But she couldn't help it, couldn't help the juices that sprayed from her insides, and Nadir only cleaned her with his tongue, slowly this second time until he lowered her back onto the bed.
Her eyes opened, chest still heaving, and she watched him wipe his mouth. Quickly, he pushed between her bent legs and captured her lips with his. Letting her taste herself on his tongue, he smiled against her mouth.
His hand pushed around her neck, thumb on her jaw, as he pulled back and whispered, “You look so beautiful when you come,” against her lips. “Architects, that moan is like the Bygon song. I think I could listen to it and watch you fall apart for hours,” he said, gaze wandering over her face in a daze.
She grasped his shirt and pulled him to her. Her knee bent up at his waist, and his hand traveled from her knee up to her ribs as their mouths opened and closed an inch from each other. “Maybe you should,” she whispered.
His lips quirked just noticeably. “I will, Princess,” he assured her. “This afternoon and the rest of the night.”
He kissed her hard again before pushing off from the bed. "I'll see you at the meeting," he said with a wink. “Eat your food and hydrate,” he called back. “I’d rather you not pass out on me during what I have planned later.”
“Should I ask?” she managed to call out.
“Secrets, secrets, filthy girl.” His hands tapped twice on the top of the door as he exited, and she heard the door close behind.
It was all Nyssa could do to keep herself together as she laid spread eagle on the bed.
It was another half hour before she could move.
And Dorian was the one that found her still lying indecent when he went to fetch her for the meeting.
He snorted upon roaming in her room, and he leaned back against the door.
“Nyssari Eaglefyre,” he bantered. “Care to tell me what this is about?”
Nyssa just stared at the ceiling. “I…” she answered. "No, I... Can you pick my clothes out? I'm not sure I can move yet."
