The darkest parts of me want to go all the way to the deep end. Strapping her ankles and spreading her wide and making her come so many times, she’s brought to tears. But Julietdoesn’t have as much experience, and I fear diving headfirst into all my desires might not be the best way to handle it.
“What would my sweet cupid like?”
“I don’t know,” she whispers.
“How do you usually make yourself come?” I ask her, her cheeks flushing and her wings twitching.
“Usually just my fingers. Or I have a toy.”
“Just one?”
She blinks at me and nods.
“What kind?” I ask, kissing her stomach, her body tensing with each touch.
“It’s a pink dildo with a butterfly that presses against your clit,” she says softly.
I smile against her skin as I keep kissing, licking, and sucking every part of her body I can find.
“How many times do you usually come?”
“Once, sometimes twice.”
“Then let’s aim for four,” I say, some of my control slipping.
I want to make Juliet feel so good that she never wants to leave this apartment. That’s how you trap a cupid into loving you, right?
“How do you feel about shadows?”
“Uh, fine.. I guess?”
“Perfect.”
Acool sensation tugs at my hands, placing them above my head.
I gasp, looking up, where a thin ring of smoke holds my wrist. It looks like I should be able to overpower them easily, but when I pull, I get complete resistance.
I look down at my body, where Mors is just kissing and licking. Her thick, dark hair slides against my flesh, leaving goosebumps in their wake.
A slow trickle of panic ebbs through me. What if I don’t taste good? What if I can’t come because I’m worried about her enjoying herself?
Suddenly, two wisps of smoke grip against my ankles, spreading me wide.
I gasp, and Mors laughs as she slides down my body. Her nose glides up the crease of my pussy before she kisses me through my panties.
With a flick of her wrist, I’m suddenly completely naked before her.
Mors’ fingers slide from my clit to my entrance, spreading my wetness over my pussy before putting two fingers inside of me.
“If it’s ever too much, just tell me to stop.”
I lick my lips and nod as the reaper between my legs kisses up my thighs and over my pelvis, purposely avoiding my clit as her fingers slide in and out of me.
Her tongue dips through my lips and she moans. My back arches off the bed from the noise, and my ankles and wrists tug against the shadows holding me there.
She’s turned on from tasting me, just like I was when I went down on her.
“You taste as sweet as you look, Juliet,” she says before her lips part and her tongue and fingers work in tandem, sending a ricochet of sensations through my body.
