Unlike me, Zafyra didn’t hold back. She pulled on my hair, rewarding me with pain when I found the right rhythm, and every high-pitched moan sent heat straight to my core. I pressed my legstogether, hoping she wouldn’t notice I was trying to find some relief for myself while sliding one finger inside her, curling it inside to match my tongue’s rhythm.
I glanced up at her. Her eyes were closed as she bucked her hips against my face – but as soon as my free hand slipped between my own legs, a painful tug on my hair made me whimper.
“No touching yourself,” she hissed between moans.
“Sorry,” I forced out, quickly putting my hand back on her thigh and burying my flushed face deeper into her while my body tightened from the denied release.
She came with a prolonged cry, and I kept fingering her through it, drinking her in like I was starving for a taste of her.
She fell back on the bed with a deep exhale, and I immediately crawled on top of her to kiss her softly. After a brief hesitation, she kissed me back, tightly wrapping her arms around me to pull me closer.
“You’re beautiful when you come,” I murmured, placing soft kisses on her neck while my hand traced the outline of her body – light at first, then quickly growing bolder, grabbing more firmly now that I could finally touch her. “I want to see it many more times.”
Zafyra chuckled – for a moment, I thought I saw a hint of sadness flash through her eyes as she leaned back on the pillow with that smug amusement. “I knew you were feral under that feigned innocence.”
I blushed. “I never pretended to be innocent, just sensitive.” My hands reached around the back of her dress to find the zipper.
I hesitated. “Can I take this off?”
“Why, darling?” She bit her lip as if trying to suppress a smirk.
“Because I want to see you,” I said, forcing myself to look her in the eye.
Her smirk widened. She arched her back, and I rushed to pull down the zipper. Small electrical shocks went through my body at every brush of bare skin.
She didn’t give me a moment to admire her naked form – real, tangible, touchable, human – because as soon as I’d freed her from the dress, she flipped me around and pulled my shirt over my head in one swift movement. My hips arched toward her involuntarily when she lowered herself, pressing her thigh against me.
“Zafyra,” I whimpered.
“What is it, darling?” She leaned in to brush her lips over my ear, and that alone sent waves of pleasure through my lower body. “Tell me what you need. Use your words.”
I hesitated – suddenly, I didn’t know how to ask for it.
“My fingers? My mouth?” she asked, teasingly trailing her fingers down my chest and stomach.
“Your fingers,” I gasped. “Please—just inside. Direct pressure on my clit is too much,” I admitted, feeling my cheeks burn again. “Sorry, I just—”
She smothered me with a fierce kiss. “Never apologize for what you do and don’t like,” she said, her voice so stern, I didn’t dare talk back.
I breathed out a sigh of relief when her fingers found my entrance, easily slipping all the way in again. She moved them all the way in and out so slowly, my hips jerked up trying to meet her thrusts.
“Please,” I forced out between moans. “Zafyra—I need more…”
“More what, darling?” She leaned in to suck on my neck. “More fingers? More kisses? Faster, deeper?”
“Yes,” I cried out – it was all I could manage when even I wasn’t sure what I needed. “All of it, please—”
“Are you sure you can take it?” she teased, curling her fingers to hit my spot just right. “You’re so tight.”
“Zafyra, please, I’ll do anything, I’ll say anything.” My fingers gripped the sheets in a fruitless attempt to steady myself.
“Say you’re mine,” she growled, making me cry out when she added a third finger. “Say you belong to me and only me.”
“I’m yours—oh my god—this feels so good—”
“Yes,” she purred, moving her fingers faster and finding a relentless rhythm. “Say I’m your god.”
“What?” I stared at her through glassy eyes.
