But sitting here now, with my mate on her knees looking at my body as if she’s waiting for permission to memorize it, I’m reminded of the fidelity I’d given my mate long before I remembered it was her to begin with..
All this time, I’ve been waiting for her.
Even when the past was taken from me, my memories twisted. Some corner of my soul remembered Noa, held her shape, and refused to make room for someone else.
If I’d given in back then, if I’d bowed to the pressure of expectation or convenience, if I’d let anyone else claim even an inch of the space she fills now, I think I’d feel ill in this moment. The thought of another mouth on me, another hand reaching for what is hers, makes my skin crawl.Not from shame, but from the bone-deep certainty that only Noa was meant to touch me this way.
At my hips, her hands end their journey, and for the first time since she pulled me into this shower, her movements start to lose some of their reckless edge. Something cautious threads into the way she reaches for me, almost like she’s afraid to do it wrong.
As she finally trails a single finger down the length of my cock, I forget how to breathe altogether. Her touch is slow. Gentle.Agonizing. Moving from the sensitive tip down to the knot swelling near the base.
I bite back a curse, my muscles coiling tight.
She pulls her bottom lip between her teeth, studying my reaction closely. When she brushes an extra sensitive spot, my cock jerks sharply. Her eyes widen, but she doesn’t pull back.If anything, whatever she sees reflected on my face and the involuntarily movement embolden her. Her touch growsmore deliberate. Each small, testing stroke begins to feel strong enough to rearrange my very bones.
I can’t choose what destroys me more, the look on her face or the way her hand moves.
“You’re killing me,” I groan after what feels like an eternity of her tender, almost innocent exploration. I tip my head back against the marble wall and squeeze my eyes shut, hoping it’ll help. It doesn’t do shit.Because I know when I open them, she’ll still be there, on her knees, hands on me, taking me apart without even trying.
I’m halfway through begging the Goddess for something resembling patience when my world seizes.
Her fingers wrap more firmly around my length, a real grip this time, and she gives a slow, experimental stroke.
I nearly come out of my skin.
Pleasure spikes through me so fast it borders on pain.My lungs stall, useless for a heartbeat.I barely have time to sink into the sensation before something new hits me, hot and wet and impossibly soft, and my control tears clean in half.Her tongue sweeps over the sensitive slit at the tip in a slow, careful taste. The sound that rips out of my throat is torn straight from somewhere I didn’t know existed.
It echoes off stone and glass, rough and lawless.
My eyes snap open.
Noa stares up at me with a look that could bring a grown man to his knees, her pupils blown wide and swallowing every trace of gold and blue. Her lips part as she openly savors the taste of me. It’s the same expression she had the other morning in her bed when I fed her my cum. That dazed, reverent wonder nearly ended me then, and it’s doing a damn good job of it now.
“You like how I taste, don’t you?” The question comes out more like a low purr than anything else, my voice roughened by everything I’m feeling.
She doesn’t bother answering. Not with words anyway.
She just pushes up on her knees and takes me into her mouth, no warning, no hesitation. A shout claws at my throat and I swallow it down as my body jerks hard against the bench. Her hand follows the slow pull of her lips, the rhythm clumsy and perfect all at once.My hips twitch toward her for more, greedy, but I force myself to hold steady.Every flick of her tongue sends a rush of pleasure racing through me, further shredding the remaining threads of my resolve.
She leans in—jaw widening—trying to take more of me, and the instinct to meet her halfway overrides reason. I lose the battle. My hips thrust forward and my cock slips deeper into the warmth of her mouth until the thick head brushes the back of her throat. The sharp gag that follows is immediate, and she pulls back fast, breath coming fast.
Her chin lifts upward, and embarrassment flickers across her pretty face.
“I don’t know…” she starts, gaze sliding off to the side, her voice small. “I’ve never done this before. I don’t really know what I’m doing.”
Something fierce snaps awake within me.Heat, possessiveness, and gratitude twist together until I can’t distinguish between them. The fact that I’m the first she’s every taken like this, the first she’s ever knelt for, hits so hard my fingers flex around the marble edge of the bench.
At the same time, the very thought of another man ever knowing the decadence of her mouth makes my jaw clench and fire pulse low in my veins
I break the promise I made to follow her command, disobeying her for a single stolen second, and reach for her.
My fingers find her chin, gentle but firm as I guide her face back toward mine so she has no choice but to look at me. I wanther to see everything I’m feeling. No doubt. No shame. Just the truth laid bare.
“I’ve never wanted anyone’s mouth on me,” I murmur, steady even as my heart kicks. “Never wondered much about what it would feel like. Never wanted to let someone close enough to find out.” That morning in her room in Ashvale, the one where she’d first kissed me, I told her I’ve never been with anyone else, but I want her to remember that truth now. To know that every part of me has been waiting for her. My thumb glides over her bottom lip. “But with you, sweet girl, I’m so desperate for you—yourtouch—that I’ll take anything you’re willing to give me.”
Her gaze softens, the embarrassment loosening its grip enough to let somethingelse shine through. Trust. And a possessive edge that rivals my own.
“We’ll figure it out together,” I promise her.
