"Silva —"
"I can get on my knees! You won't even have to touch it."
In a blink, she was pushing to sit up on the bed clambering to her knees. Tate gave her a narrowed eyed glare at her laugh of triumph as she undid his jeans, finding him already hard.
She would never get tired ofthis, either. Long and thick, bigger than any else she had ever been with, green darkening to the tip where he was edged in pink, the silky smooth skin of his glans like a flower, hiding its pink petals in the center. Silva pulled up his shaft, rubbing the pad of her index finger into his slit, opening it up, showing her all that pink. She was rewarded when his breathing was instantly laboured, a great shuddering breath when his hand gripped her wrist, stilling her ministrations. With a single finger, she continued to rub against his slit, smiling up angelically when her finger came back slick. Tate gave her his very best glower as she giggled up.
"You've got some nerve on you, considering you're the one who started all this mess."
Breaking free of his grip, Silva brought her finger to her mouth, sucking it clean, giving him her best innocent kitten expression, blinking slowly from beneath her lashes. “It tastes like you're the one who wants to make a mess.”
Stifling her giggle, she turned slowly, getting on her hands and knees, lining herself up near the edge of the bed. Rocking her hips from side-to-side, she looked back over her shoulder coquettishly, giggling again at what she saw. Tate already had himself in hand, shaking his head in mock disgust at her antics.
"Minx. You also don't learn your lessons, little dove."
Closing her eyes, Silva held her breath in anticipation as he pulled her closer to him, her hips high. First press of his cockhead to the lips of her sex made her whimper. It was going to hurt when she came, but it was going to hurtsogood.
“Careful what you wish for.”
Her back arched like a bow when he pressed into her from behind, opening her up slowly and steadily, spreading her walls until he was seated within her, balls flush the curve of her ass. His mouth dropped to her shoulder, hot breath, the drag of his teeth, and the molten press of his mouth to the side of her neck.Her hand came up to catch at his hair, scraping her nails against him as he kissed her temple.
“The bleedin’ end of me, Silva.”
When he drew back nearly to the tip, sinking into her in one fluid thrust, she decided he was right. This was allsheneeded, as well. They never needed to leave her apartment again. She loved having him here with her, loved him being in her space. In her most insecure moments, Silva thought it was curious that for all his travels and the endless parade of folks of every species in his life, he’d picked an elf like her, a little mouse, but she wasn’t about to argue with his choices. They could order in food, clothes, medicine. She could keep him in her bed endlessly, holding him inside her untilclosefinally felt close enough, and they never needed to face the outside world again.
The best thing about this particular position, she was quickly reminded, was the delicious downward angle of his cock moving within her. Those transient fae ridges slid against her g-spot over and over as his hips bounced off her ass, making her lose the power of speech entirely. Tate had curled over her back with one knee on the bed, pushing her head and shoulders flat against her mattress, held in place with a hand at the back of her neck.
"Do you remember that very first night you wandered into the Pixie, Silva?" His voice was a dark curl above her, and every thrust within her was hard and deep. "I told you the fae in me wanted to put you on your knees and take what I wanted from you until I was satisfied. Do you remember?"
The room was spinning wildly out of control. Each day that passed, his shaft felt a bit thicker within her, those ridges a bit more pronounced, dragging against her inner walls in a way that made her spine vibrate. They were battering her now, catching at that spongy pot within her in a way that made her eyes roll back on each downstroke, the coil of tension behind her navel ready to snap. The noises coming from her mouth were high-pitchedand uncontrolled, desperate and breathy, as if she were on an out-of-control carnival ride and was desperately trying not to fly off. Withstanding the pressure was not something she could do and remain in control. She nodded against the mattress.
"Y-yes."
Silva squealed in surprise when Tate gripped her by the elbows, hauling her up to her own knees without warning. The new position made everything feel tighter, more compressed, as if his cock were moving against her lungs.
"Then come for me, little dove.” His voice was a curl around her ear, the graze of his teeth punctuating the sensation. “I want the feeling of your cunt around me to be the only thing that's left worth remembering."
He kept a tight grip on her elbows, pulling them back to him, but the ricochet of his hips pumping into her never slowed, pushing her forward in a constant tug-of-war she had no hope of winning. When she ascended it, her peak was a blur of pleasure and pain, and it hurt just as much as she suspected it would. A white-hot burn, her abused clit throbbing, muscles tightening as she clenched around the fat shape of him within her, crying out. His arm came around her, holding her up as she shook against her, an arm around her middle and a hand at her neck, bracing her gently, without pressure.
It was an afternoon fuck, a meaningless mid-day fling, and sheknewshe was ascribing too much meaning there, but tears burned at her eyes just same. He supported her unthinkingly, without hesitation, and she wasn’t sure if he’d ever feel this secure again. It was a long life ahead of her to have peaked so early. Silva thought she might be embarrassed at how easily her control broke, if she’d been able to shake the pervasive sense that her happiness existed on borrowed time. She still felt the swing of that phantom pendulum over their heads when shesettled against him at night, keeping time with the beat of his heart.
His hands moved over her slowly, reverently, as if she were a sacred, ancient bride, one of those fearsome elves of old, deadly and beautiful. His palm cupped her breast, thumb circling her nipple lightly, while with the other hand, his fingertips traced over her clavicle, ghosting down her body in a straight line — feather light through the valley between her breasts, over her stomach, making her muscled jump beneath his touch, flattening out over her lower belly, his long fingers stretching over her skin, holding her steady as he pressed a soft kiss to her temple.
She'd gotten her wish, Silva thought as her head lolled on his shoulder. Shewasruined for anyone else, for no one else could ever make her feel out of control. No one would ever again touch her this gently, revering every inch of her skin. There would never be anyone else who incited such irrational jealousy within her, she was certain. No one whosawher so completely, saw all of her flaws, saw her without forcing her splinter herself to make him happy. She didn’t feel like she had to be Silva of the Nighttime with him anymore — she was justSilva. With him she was whole.
And he was right. No one would ever make her scream like this again.
When he pulled out of her, Silva crumpled to the bed, the room still spinning for a moment until she got her bearings. She wasn't done. He'd not finished, and even though she wanted him inside her every minute of every day, hot and pulsing and hers, she had been good at this once, and with him she was good at it still.
Dropping to her knees before him, she gripped his shaft before he could stop her. A slow lick up the seam of his glans, her mouth covering his pink edged head until she was able to swallow him down. Both hands his shaft, dripping down to the root, a twiston her upstroke, her tongue never slowing as she sucked. She felt the pull on her scalp when his hand tightened in her hair, the way the whole world dimmed when he began to move against her mouth, her airway blocked he pulled off, softness of his skin as she sunk her nails into his thighs.
When the first burst of him hit the back of her throat, she tightened her grip as she swallowed.Ruined. Ruined for anyone else. Her mouth overflowed, the thin T-shirt she'd pulled on that morning absorbing the excess.Ruined.
And that was fine. She didn't want anyone else.
When she directed him to park in the little municipal lot on Main Street a short while later, she considered how unthinkable this scenario might have been just a few months ago.
"Soooo, the museum is closed," she laughed, checking her phone. "If onlysomeonehadn't gotten so carried away checking on my injuries. Oh well, I guess we'll just have to do that tomorrow."
