Settling between her legs, he pressed a kiss to her inner thigh. “Look at how wet you are for me,” He rasped.
She whimpered under his touch once more, desire coursing through her veins. “Lancelot,” she rasped, fingers threading through his hair.
No one had ever…
Her breathing hitched before he had even touched her.
“Relax, queen,” He whispered, gently nipping at her soft skin. “Let me be the one you come undone for.”
His lips came in contact with her core, taking pride in the way she immediately bowed. He ran his tongue up the length of her entrance, settling on the bundle of nerves.
She gasped at the sudden contact, back coming off of the mattress. “I’ve never…” She couldn’t breathe. “Lancelot…” Her hands curled in his hair, desperate for an anchor.
He sucked on her clit gently, moaning against her skin as he did so. “Shhh,” Her legs tightened around him as she whispered pleas into the air around them. “You’re doing so good.” He whispered against her. Gwen felt like she might burst from her skin.
He continued his motions, sucking gently against her. One of his hands drifted back up her chest, finding her taut nipple. He kneaded her breast in his hand, thumbing her peak.
Lancelot bit back a moan as she bucked, unwittingly, against his mouth. Pinching down hard on her nipple, he pressed a finger against her opening. “Too much?” He breathed, his words hot against her skin.
“Lancelot,” she breathed, fingernails dragging across his scalp. “Lance.”
He pulled back, removing all pressure from her body. “Say you’re mine.” He groaned, locking eyes with hers. “Even if it’s just for tonight.” She was beautiful. Her hair was wild, strewn about the pillows. Her lips were swollen, chest rising in sync with his own.
“I am yours, Lancelot. I’m yours.” He could barely make out her words, barely gave her time to breathe before he descended on her again.
He moved faster, nipping at her clit, two fingers pumping into her as he rolled her nipple with his other hand. Her pulse was racing, her head spinning.
It had never felt like this before.
She groaned, gripping at the sheets. “I’m-” She couldn’t catch her breath. “Lancelot,” her body was strung taut.
This feeling…
Her heart fluttered loudly, her body tightened.
She couldn’t breathe.
It waseuphoric.
“You’re safe.” He whispered, not bothering to pull away from her heat. “Let me feel you fall apart on my fingers, queen.”
Gwen felt her body go rigid under his touch, felt herself spasming around his touch. The world spun as her heart beat out of sync. Even behind closed eyes, she saw stars. She couldn’t breathe, couldn’t move.
He had encapsulated her completely.
He grinned against her center, pressing a chaste kiss to the inside of her thigh before shifting upwards.
Chest heaving, she hadn’t found the will to open her eyes yet.But she felt him hovering over her, his eyes on her. “I didn’t-” She laughed, still breathless.
Lancelot moved to her side, gathering her up in his arms on the bed. With her head on his chest, she was feeling a little more human. His fingers traced a lazy path on her back. “I didn’t know it could feel like that.”
All at once he stilled, solid as a stone. “You’ve never-”
She pressed a finger over his lips, silencing. “I thought something was wrong with me.” It was her turn to move. She turned, resting her hands and chin on his chest, finally facing him.
“Guinevere-”
“No one’s ever taken the time.”
