I make some sort of moan, and her hand stills, cupping me outside of my panties.
“Tell me what you want, sweet cupid,” she whispers.
“I want you to make me come.”
“I don’t have to move your panties for that,” she says confidently, and I can feel myself getting wetter in anticipation.
“I want your fingers on my clit.”
It’s an assertive tone, and I hardly recognize my voice. She smiles, burying her face into my neck as her fingertips toy with the edge of my panties.
I hold her head against my body as she finally gives me what I want, sliding my panties to the side as her two fingers circle my clit. She pauses, dipping her fingers slightly into my entrance and gathering the wetness pooling there before bringing her attention back to my clit.
Her mouth is on my neck, her tongue licking and her lips suctioning the skin. I can only imagine what it would feel like if her mouth was on my pussy.
Mors’ touch feels nothing like the toys I’ve used or my hand. I’m feeling overloaded with new sensations as she sucks down on my neck and her fingers pick up speed.
“Oh, fuck.”
Her teeth graze the side of my neck as she switches positions, a finger sliding inside of me as another strums against my clit. My hips buck into her hand, begging for release.
“Show me how good you can be, Juliet. Come for me, sweet cupid.”
My breath hitches and my hips stutter as she curls her finger inside of me while rubbing my clit. My thoughts go hazy, and all I can focus on is this overwhelming feeling of how light and amazing my body feels.
Mors rubs against one of my wings, and I fall apart completely. A reckless moan falls out of me as I shiver and reach my climax.
I nearly collapse on top of Mors, and she fingers me through my release. I’m shaking as I kiss her throat and her fingers finally pause, but she doesn’t move them right away. I whimper when the tips of her fingers graze my overly sensitive clit, and she kisses my collarbone.
“Your wings retracted,” Mors whispers.
My brows furrow, and I look over my shoulder in shock, to see they have, in fact, disappeared.
“Shit. I don’t know if I can get them back out,” I say in worry.
Mors removes her hand, her fingers trailing along my thigh with my release before she squeezes.
“I imagine it’s a lot like portalling between worlds?” she asks, and I shrug. “Close your eyes,” she says softly, and I do. A shiver rips through me in the aftermath of her touch and her gentle words.
“Picture your pretty pink wings behind you, the weight, the sensation of flying. Think about how the soft feathers feel against your skin, and how they sparkle in the sunlight.”
My breath hitches as I focus, thinking about my wings and how light I feel.
“There you go,” Mors praises.
“I did it?” I say with a beaming smile that Mors returns.
Fuck, she’s stunning.
“Yeah, you did it.”
I grab her face in both hands and kiss her, pouring all my relief and thanks into the press of our lips.
A warm glow heats in my chest, and I pull away and see the smoke pouring out of Mors.
“I have to go,” she says.
“Oh.”
