She keened, folding at my touch.“Please,Nash.”
Her begging broke me. She was everything I wanted. I was prepared to give her the world. The second I’d met her, I knew the very fabric of my universe had changed; the threads becoming one. Distance was painful, but here, close together, it felt like we were escaping all that hurt.
I towered over her, leaning down as she stood on her toes, unwilling to break our kiss. She shivered once, and I hooked my hands under her hips. With ease, I lifted her off her feet, and she wrapped her legs around my middle. She gasped, rubbing against me, and I growled at her eagerness.
I cupped her thighs, urging her on, and she whimpered again. I stoked the fire between us, desperate to ignite her. Her hips began to move. We broke the kiss, gasping for air, our breaths mingling.
I used the break to walk us from the room, biting her bottom lip as she pushed her perfect breasts against me, water dripping in a trail behind us. I set her on the bed, lying her back. She pulled me onto her, hands white-knuckled in the fabric of my shirt. She looked down at my chest, moving her shaking hands to my buttons.
I didn’t stop her. There was no stopping it this time. I wanted her bare skin against my own. While she worked, I lifted her a few times to move her closer to the headboard. I gathered the surrounding comforters around us before settling between her legs.
My erection strained painfully against the front of my pants, but I wasn’t letting him out, not yet. I could only appease theache by pressing my bulge against her. She gasped.
The last button on my shirt fell open, and she peeled the wet, white fabric over each shoulder, shucking it down my arms before I helped her pull it off and toss it to the floor with a wet slap.
She arched into me as I returned to her, kissing her neck and down between her breasts. With hands roving down her waist to her hips, I rolled her pelvis. The feeling of her skin sliding against mine was nothing short of heaven.
She felt warm now, her arousal apparent. Dipping my hand between her legs, I gathered her wetness before I found her clit and rubbed small circles.
“Nash,”she hissed with pleasure.“Oh my...”Another moan left her lips.
Brushing along her slit with a finger, she let her legs fall farther apart in invitation. She was opening up for me and letting herself go. It was the most beautiful thing I’d ever experienced. She was ready, the silken feel of it like a siren’s song. Slowly, I pressed a finger in, being mindful of her assumed virginity, my thumb still massaging her swollen clit.
“Have you ever had sex?” I asked, breathless.
She shook her head. “Just with myself,” she replied, though barely.
That’s all I needed to know before adding a second finger, working it slowly into her. I took my time, and she cried out with pleasure. I circled her clit a few more times with my thumb before peppering kisses across her stomach and lower, my mouth replacing my thumb with an eagerness to taste her. Her sweet flavor filled my mouth, and I nearly lost it, now feralfor her orgasm.
I worked my tongue around her, fingers still inside, wanting to feel the moment she let herself go. Her whole body arched, and I pressed her back down into the mattress with my free hand. I crooked my fingers inside her, finding her spot.
She came apart in my hands, gasping as pulse after pulse tightened around my touch. I looked up at her, not wanting to miss a single moment of this. Her hands were on her breasts, chasing her own pleasure as she massaged her nipples.
Fuck, she was amazing, freeing herself from the pain.
I pressed my hips into the mattress a few times with my own primal desperation. There was no helping myself as I came in my pants with a grunt, her taste on my tongue as I kissed and licked her through both our waves of pleasure.
As the sensations ebbed, ears ringing, I felt her hands on my shoulders. She pulled me toward her. I kissed her belly button, up her heaving chest to her neck before her hands caged either side of my face and she kissed me deep and slow, now grasping the technique like the creative little woman she was.
Sybil and I were made to face this world together, and I vowed I’d always be there to comfort her and shield her from any pain. This was my job as her man, and I couldn’t fail her. If I had to do this a hundred more times tonight, I would.
I lay on top of her for a moment as we caught our breath, and sensation returned to my limbs. My ears rang with the intensity of my orgasm. When the feeling subsided, the soiled and wet wool pants became uncomfortable.
I kissed her cheek. “I need to change. Be right back.”
With a blush on her cheeks, she giggled. It was the sweetestsound.
Rolling out of the now bath-soaked bed, I grabbed my wet shirt off the floor before it left a stain on the wood. I strode into my closet, not bothering to close the door. I wanted to let her see me as much as I’d seen her. The wet, soiled pants hit the floor. They weren’t worth cleaning, so I balled them up and offered them to the trash.
I pulled on a dry pair of navy boxer briefs, returning to the room and gathering a few dry throw blankets from various chairs. I could feel her eyes on me the entire time, and I liked the feeling.
Walking back to the bed, I tucked the dry blankets around her before tossing back the damp comforter to let it dry. Sliding in beside her, I gathered my hands around her naked body and pulled it against me. The feeling alone was pure magic, and I couldn’t stop running my fingers over her smooth skin.
She sighed into me, hips rocking in comfort, legs intertwined with mine. I felt myself get hard again, unable to help it. Her lips pressed against my pectoral, fingers tracing the tattoos.
A little gasp escaped her lips. “Wait, I recognize this pattern.”
I smirked. “I thought you might, given that I found you with that book.”
