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Chapter 36
Nayome reached out in the darkness, reassuring herself that the last few hours hadn’t been a dream. Her hand met a warm expanse of smooth skin, and she stroked a hand gently down Bal’s hard chest. She could hear his rhythmic, deep breathing, indicating he was still in a deep sleep. Breathing out, she allowed her mind free reign, as it scoured through the events of the last twenty four hours. She had been so exhausted, by all rights she should be knocked out right now, but the adrenaline coursing through her body had woken her up early.
Feeling like she wasn’t going back to sleep anytime soon, Nayome slid out of bed and away from the inviting warmth of Bal’s body. She hadn’t thought it was possible for the sex to be any better than what they had shared in Scotland. Seeking out her robe in the darkness, Nayome slid the silky fabric around herself, tying the belt around her waist. She had never felt her robe was particularly sensual before, but it felt delicious sliding against her over sensitized skin. That empty feeling she had been struggling with all week was gone.
She felt giddy.
She liked the woman she was with Bal. She felt bold, strong, and sexy.
Nayome tiptoed across her condo, fixing herself a quick cup of chamomile tea, hoping that would calm her back to sleep. Stepping out onto her little balcony, she settled into a char, looking out at the expanse of the city. The roads were still wet from the storm, so the pavement reflected the twinkling streetlights, giving the city view some extra magic. The sky had cleared when the rain ended, so she had a clear view all the way to Brooklyn.
Something was still bothering her though. That small corner of her heart that hadn’t dared to hope, was getting everything it had dreamed of. Bal was here. All of his naked, warm strength wrapped up in her duvet. Nayome realized that the hollowness she had been feeling all week couldn’t all be chalked up to Bal, though.
Now that she knew there was literal magic, not to mention environmental miracles happening every day at the hands of Bal’s sister, it was killing her that she wasn’t able to quantify it, study the impacts. Her work at CRINA felt like she was operating with her hands tied behind her back, hovering around something important, but entirely missing the point. She knew too much now to be fufilled with her work there.
Checking the time, Nayome saw5:04amlight up on the screen of her phone. It would be late morning in Scotland with the time difference, an idea half forming as she started dialing. Ce had given Nayome her number before she had left, telling her to stay in touch. Nayome had been too much of a coward to use it, especially after the way she had walked away from Bal.
“Nayome? Is everything alright?” Ce answered after a few rings, sounding concerned.
“Everything’s fine,” Nayome said, reassuring her. “Actually, I think everything might be great,” Nayome continued, an excited smile spreading across her face as she launched into her idea.
Nayome tried to slide quietly back in bed about a half an hour later. She was feeling optimistic after her call with Ce, like everything might just click into place. Closing her eyes, she cuddled her body against Bal’s warm back.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she said quietly, as he rolled over and scooped her up so that her head was resting comfortably on his shoulder.
“Mmmm,” Bal moaned, as his hands stroked up the length of her body, until she felt his palm cup one of her small breasts, massaging gently. “I’m glad you did.”
“Oh,” Nayome moaned, feeling her body respond instantly to his touch, craving more. Reaching out, she ran her hand down his smooth chest, continuing lower until she was gripping the hard length of him under the covers. He felt like hot iron covered in velvet. Nayome smiled as Bal threw his head back and moaned, raising his hips to meet her gentle stroking.
Where last night had been desperate and primal, this was soft and exploratory. Bal leaned over to take one of her nipples in his mouth. Every Time Bal sucked, increasing the pressure on one of the sensitive peaks, she felt the pleasure directly in her core, as though there was a pipeline connecting the two parts of herself, lighting up all of her nerve endings at once in a gentle, sensual symphony.
As Bal moved to shift his weight so he was on top, Nayome put a restraining hand on his chest. “No, let me,” she said, breathing heavily.
Bal’s eyes glazed over as she climbed on top of him, straddling his hips. Hands reaching up, he tangled one in her hair, the other cupping her breast as he let her take control.
Nayome raised up and straddled him, the feeling of him pressing up against her entrance had them both moaning. Leaning back, Nayome took him inside her in one smooth motion. Still sensitive from last night, the friction felt incredible, her back arching as she set a slow, tortuous pace.
“Nayome,” Bal moaned, voice sounding like gravel. He looked so incredibly sexy, she thought, lying under her with heavy lidded eyes hazy with pleasure. He tugged her down for a scorching kiss, and she went willingly, reveling in the sensations of her chest pressing up against his, his warmth seeping into her. Both of them moaned into the kiss as she ground her hips more desperately into him.
Bal sent both hands down to grip her hips, sinking his fingers deep into the soft flesh of her ass as he ground up to meet her, taking back control, he started to piston in and out of her while he held her hips still above him.
“Aaah,” Nayome moaned, leaning back, hair cascading in auburn waves down her back. She felt the pressure building with every stroke, climbing higher and higher as Bal filled her to the brim.
When she felt his hand reach around to rub her at the junction where their hips met, she felt herself unraveling. The gentle pressure he was putting on that sensitive ball of nerves while he filled her with his hard length was too much. She came undone with a cry, falling forward until their lips met again, moaning into Bal’s mouth as her body convulsed. Pleasure coursed from the top of her head to the tips of her toes. She felt Bal slow his pace as her body relaxed, her limbs seeming to pool like liquid over his hard chest.
“You’re incredible,” Bal said, breathless. He was still rock hard inside her, and Nayome couldn’t help but move a little bit, as she lay sprawled on top of him. Bal let out a satisfied moan in response that had Nayome grinning.
“I’ve got an idea,” Nayome said, grinning impishly as she rose up and lifted herself so that Bal slid out of her.
“Mmmm, no, where are you going?” Bal complained, smiling and reaching for her as she shifted her weight so she was kneeling beside him. The question left his eyes the instant she leaned forward, gripping him firmly in one hand and licking him from base to tip. “Oh God,” Bal moaned, eyes shutting, face contorted with pleasure.
“Do you want me to stop?” Nayome asked, innocently, as she took the tip of him into her mouth, sucking gently, before leaning back and licking up the length of him again.
“No, God, no, don’t stop…aah, never stop.” Bal was rambling, his muscles tensed as she explored him with her tongue. Nayome felt a thrill go through her as she tasted herself, the remnants of their sex still lingering on him. He was so big, she could barely fit him in her mouth. Stroking from the base with one hand, Nayome used her other hand to gently cup him, while her mouth took him in. Alternating between gentle sucking, tongue laving, and stroking, it wasn’t long before Bal had sunk his hands in her hair, hips moving in desperate jerks to meet her mouth. “Nayome,” Bal said, his voice strained, clearly on the edge, as he tugged her hair trying to pull her off him.
When Nayome resisted and continued to pull him deeper into her mouth, Bal groaned, the sound guttural coming from somewhere deep and primal. “Nayome, I can’t hold on anymore, if you keep doing that…”
Nayome wanted to taste and feel everything Bal had to offer. Shaking her head at him, she instead quickened her pace, increasing the pressure with her hand. Bal surrendered with a moan, his hand in her hair gripping and encouraging now, as she brought him closer and closer to the edge.
Nayome moaned around Bal as she felt him tense and harden. Knowing what was coming, she took him deeper into her mouth, wanting all of him as he got his release. Then he was raising his hips off the bed with an unintelligible shout, filling her mouth with warmth as he came undone. Nayome revelled in the feeling, holding him tight to her as his hips rose and fell in a gentle motion, until he went limp.
When she heard Bal’s labored breathing slow, she glanced up at him. He was covered in a thin sheen of sweat, collapsed back on her plush pillows, a deeply satisfied smile lighting up his face.
He looked too good to be true, Nayome thought. This time, she let that thought fill her with appreciation rather than doubt.
“Come here,” he said, tugging on her hair again. Nayome compiled this time, loving the way their bodies fit together, legs intertwined, her head resting comfortably on his chest. Nayome felt like she was a woman possessed. She had never been so bold, so…uninhibited with anyone else. And she was loving every second of it. Her limbs, draped over Bal felt pleasantly heavy, aftershocks of sensation still coursing through her. She found her eyes were drifting shut, a wave of drowsiness taking over as she let feelings of contentedness wash over her.
Bal was stroking her hair gently as his breathing slowly evened out. Nayome could feel the change in his breath in the rise and fall of his chest, which her cheek was resting against. The gentle rhythm and sound of their mingled breathing was hypnotic, and Nayome found herself drifting off into a deep, blissful sleep.
