It’s never felt like this when I touched myself, not even close. Her mouth is warm on my cunt, and her fingers are deft while she touches my body like she knows every inch.
The insecurity over her being more experienced than me hits, and I tense up.
Mors must feel a change in my body as her lips part from me and she looks up at me, her knowing brown eyes searching mine, and I look away.
Her fingers slide out of me, and I wonder if I’ve completely killed the mood. Her chest presses against mine as her hand firmly grasps my chin, forcing me to look at her.
Mors’ shadows don’t retreat as her gaze searches mine.
“What is it?”
I shake my head, and her grip on my chin tightens.
“Do you know how lucky I am to have you in my bed? How I haven’t been able to stop thinking about you since the first time I saw you?”
I blink at her, tears forming in my eyes as she places a soothing kiss against my lips.
“Is it too much?” she asks and I shake my head.
“No, you look amazing. You make me feel amazing.”
“Then stop thinking so much, baby. Let me make you feel good.”
I nod my head, and suddenly one of my ankles is released. I swallow, worrying that I’ve killed the night, but Mors doesn’t climb back down my body.
She pushes my one thigh to my chest and I take a heavy breath.
The sound of a drawer opening has me looking to the right where a vibrating wand quickly whips into her hand.
“Just look at me, Juliet,” she says.
The rumble of the toy ignites as she places it between the both of us. My hips buck and a moan rips from my throat.
I do as she says and watch her. Her dark hair is a mess, her small breasts bouncing, and she moves her hips against the toy.
But what strikes me the most is how she’s looking down at us and where the toy is currently bringing us both pleasure. She’s gorgeous and commanding, and she wants me.
She wants me, and that has to be enough. It is enough, because I know the feeling. I want her more than I’ve ever wanted anything in my short existence.
Her free hand reaches out to grab my breast, her thumb toying with the piercing there as she holds the vibrating toy between us.
Her shadows tug against my wrists and my eyes roll back into my head as the vibrator hits that sweet spot.
I look back at Mors, finding her lips parted and her focus completely zoned into our pleasure. I fall apart, my hips bucking into the toy as I cry out and meet my orgasm. My wrists tug against the shadows, but they’re relentless as I finish. My hearing is fuzzy, and my breath hitches as Mors leaves the toy in place until she reaches her own release.
It feels like too much, and my body shivers as the vibration stops. I expect her to let me free of my confines and crawl up thebed, but she doesn’t. She just tosses the wet, messy toy on the sheets before crawling between my legs.
“I’m going to make such a fucking mess of you, cupid,” she says, and a whimper rolls off my tongue.
Her fingers easily slide back into my pussy from how wet I am, and her lips wrap around my clit. I nearly shout from the sensitivity, but she doesn’t relent. Her other hand pushes down on my pelvis as she curls her fingers inside of me and works my clit with her mouth.
Her eyes don’t leave mine and I just focus on her.
“Fuck. I can’t.”
Mors doesn’t stop to speak, doesn’t even entertain my pleas as she fingers me harder. A ball of relentless fire is licking up my spine as she works me over. My body shakes, and my one thigh is pressed against her cheek; the ball of my foot rests between her shoulder blades as she devours me.
“Mors, baby, I can’t,” I complain.
