She moans, resting both hands on my shoulders for support. “No, little curse. I need one of your hands to keep the panties outof my way.” I whisper, trailing my tongue over the already wet material, tasting her sweet flavor.
She listens and pushes the fabric aside, showing me her naked cunt. I repay her with a long lick. “Now, one leg on my shoulder,” I instruct, and Brynn's leg lifts and lands right where I tell her, spreading her for me.
She winces from the pain of moving her wounded leg like that, but the reward is going to make it worth it.
“Good, little curse. You’re so fucking open. I’m going to take you over every edge today.” I say, as I start kissing her thigh, my fingers finding their way inside her even before my lips reach her clit. “You taste so fucking good,” I murmur, trying to gather all her sweet juices on my tongue, as my fingers pump inside her, merciless.
“Ares,” she whisper-screams my name, and I fucking love it when she does that. She’s probably begging me to slow down. But it only makes me work harder, brush my tongue around her clit harder, curve my fingers to reach that impossible spot harder.
Her legs are shaking as my thumb applies pressure, right where my tongue moves, and I can feel her legs wobbling as her first orgasm coats my fingers. She can barely stand, poor thing. But by the time I’m done with her, she’ll barely walk.
For a second, my attention goes to the wound on her leg. My fingers trace the scarred pink tissue that, for me, is the supreme evidence of her mortality. Something that both frustrates and fascinates me.
My tongue traces the scar, and her eyes are on me now as I kiss her thighs while I take my shirt off and toss it to join her clothes on the floor. Then I grab her ass and lift her as I rise to stand, walking with her wrapped around my waist to the bed.
Her heartbeat quickens, like a scared bunny cornered by a predator. I place her on the bed, removing what’s left of the fabric covering her body.
“Do you want more, little curse?” I ask, already knowing her answer, but I want to hear her say it.
And she doesn’t fail to deliver. “Yes,” she whispers, keeping her arms wrapped around my neck as my hand finds her tender flesh and starts moving again.
“Tell me what you want,” I whisper, unable to keep myself from testing her limits.
“You,” she says, her voice cracked and needy.
I smile, having gotten the answer I needed. She should only want me. Now and forever. That’s why I want to raise the stakes. “Here?” I ask, driving a finger inside her and putting pressure on her walls. Then I remove it, and move lower until I find the entrance that makes her eyes widen. “Or here?” I arch a brow, watching her eyes go wide as I push the tip of my finger inside.
She wasn’t expecting that, but it seems I’m full of surprises today, and this is definitely the right place to try this out.
I try to push deeper, and her whole body tenses, her hands gripping the sheets. “Ares, that’s enough,” she hisses, and I think it’s the first time I sense real fear.
“It’s not enough,” I reply, kissing her right before I disappear between her legs. “Let medemonstrate,” I smile, capturing her clit between my lips as my finger pushes a little deeper. She’s still tense for the first few seconds, but then I slide another finger inside her cunt, thrusting my fingers in both holes, as my mouth still works at her swollen nub.
She’s still frozen, especially as I push past the ring of nerves and start working her. She jolts from the unfamiliar sensation, clawing her way up the pillows.
“It’s okay, little curse. Breathe,”I encourage, a little taken aback by how vulnerable she is right now. I’ve never really seen her like this. It only makes me want her that much more.
She listens, trying to relax her body as I continue to move with a gentleness that’s not normally in my nature.
When her fear starts to dissolve into pleasure, I feel her hips moving against my hand. It’s slow at first, almost undetectable, but then it picks up as her breath changes to a low hum, a sound I've never heard before. A sound I don’t think she knew she was able to make.
I know it’s starting to feel good, and she lets me in a little more with each new push, until her need builds up with every movement.
I glance up at her, her eyes are blown wide with the shock of what’s happening to her. Of how she didn’t know her body could feel this way.
One of her hands is still gripping the sheets, like the bed is going to run from beneath her, while her other hand tangles in my hair, her breathing becomes erratic, her hips moving against my fingers and my face, chasing release from the impossible build.
“Want to come, little curse?” I groan, too eager for our own good.
“Yes!” The sound is dragged from her throat, like she just put her last efforts into emitting it.
“Okay, beautiful,” I speak against her tender skin, and the vibration of my words makes her jolt. “But I’m going to need you to get next to the bed right after and wait for me.”
Her eyes shoot at me like I’ve planted a bomb, and I feel her stop moving for a few seconds, like she’s going to bolt right out of here. But then pleasure overwhelms her, and she starts arching against the mattress harder and harder until I feel she’s one step away from breaking her back.
“That’s it, come, my little curse,” I whisper, then suck hard on her clit as I’m working her both ways. She comes so hard, I feel she’s going to break my fingers, the pleasure so intense she can barely handle it. But I don’t let go. I flick my tongue a few more times until she tries to scramble up the mattress, to get away from me.
The problem is, I’m far from being done with her.
