My lips trail down her neck as her fingers twine in my hair and I pull down her dress, revealing the most perfect breasts I’ve ever fucking seen, and I tell her so. She laughs, but it turns into a moan when I cup her them and tease the straight bar through her nipple with my tongue. She holds my head to her chest even as her hips begin to writhe beneath mine, and then I’m meeting her thrust for thrust.
Using one of the moves I taught her, she rolls and flips us so she’s on top of me straddling my hips. The sight of her—swollen lips, tits out, pierced nipples glistening from my mouth with the moonlight shining behind her—it’s better than any dream. She pushes up my shirt and runs her hands over the planes of my stomach, and then leans over me and licks up my chest.
“Fuck, I’ve wanted to do that for so long.” She laughs, kissing down my body until her hands meet my waistband, quickly undoing my jeans and wrapping her warm hand aroundmy throbbing cock. My head tilts back and I tense, trying desperately not to blow my load too soon.
“Can I?—”
“Fucking Fate, please yes—” She chuckles, and then her hot mouth engulfs the tip of my cock and I can’t hold back the pained groan that escapes. I sit up to watch her lick and suck and fist my cock, the sight of which nearly sends me over the edge. She draws me down to the back of her throat and pulls back off with a smile. “You taste good.”
“If you keep talking like that I won’t last.” She only laughs and swallows me back down, but she’s not the only one who wants a taste. I lift her off my lap, spin her around so she’s straddling my chest with her ass in my face, and flip up her dress to expose her lace-covered pussy—fucking delighted at how easily it snaps when I pull it to the side. My mouth waters when I finally set sight on the promised land that’s taunted me since the first time we met in the library, and I pull her hips to bury my face in her wet cunt. The movement makes her tip forward and she takes me to the back of her throat, making me moan.
I map her pussy with my tongue, memorizing what makes her jerk and press her ass back, seeking more. When she presses behind my balls with one hand and works my cock with her other fist at the same time as her tongue plays with the crown of my cock, I pull my head back and gasp.
“Nyx, Jesus fuckingChrist—” she laughs and posts up on her knees, turning back around so her pussy hovers just above me. Precum is dripping from my tip, desperate to find a way inside her.
So close.
So fucking close.
My dragon roars in triumph in my mind at the sight of her bare cunt mere inches away from sinking down on my cock andmaking all my dreams come true. But the sound cuts through the fog of lust and longing suffocating me.
And that’s the moment I realize we need to stop.
“Wait. Wait, Nyx, fuck.”
She freezes. “What’s wrong?”
“We can’t—I can’t—” I choke out, shaking my head, trying to find the words even as I stare at the space that separates us.
“Ramsey?” she asks, frowning in concern as she lifts her leg over me and kneels by my side while I try to control my breathing through the dragon’s shrieking rage in my head.
“I didn’t think we’d?—”
“Did I do something wrong?” she asks softly, and the hurt in her eyes nearly breaks me as she pulls away and fixes her dress, leaving me in the cold.
“No, never.”
“Then what?”
“I just—fuck.” I run my hands down my face. “I don’t want to do this if it’s just casual. I can’t.”
“You…what?”
I tuck my dick back into my pants despite every fiber in my body protesting and sit up, cupping her face.
“I didn’t think we’d do this. Tonight. Ever,” I exhale sharply, shaking my head. “But this isn’t all I want. I want more. And I know if I get it, if I know what you feel like cumming on my cock, I won’t stop.” She searches my eyes, even the white one, and I can only pray to whatever deity that’s about to curse me for being such a fucking idiot that she sees what I don’t have words to express.
“Please tell me you understand?” I whisper, rubbing my thumb over her cheek. When she closes her eyes and leans into my touch, I let out a breath I didn’t know I was holding.
I rest my forehead against hers. “I’m sorry.”
“Me too,” she whispers, eyes full of the same regret I feel.
If I have her now, I’ll never let her go.
And that’s not fair to her.
She’s not ready for that.
