Page 166 of The Curse of the Goddess

“What is it? Tell me,” Valda asked as she kissed her lover again, silencing the answer to her question in a burning caress.

Pulling away and putting some distance between them, Maris looked up at Valda. She wrapped her arms around Valda’s shoulders, their foreheads touching. “You, I want you now,” she said breathlessly, her eyes hooding as she locked their gazes.

Valda’s eyes bore into Maris’s. The intensity and need to capture every single detail of her lover was maddening. Valda tugged Maris to her chest, then squatted enough to pick her up, an arm across her back and another under her knees. Valda lifted her with ease, secured her, and walked up the stairs, two steps at a time. The door to the main room was open, and Valda thanked Ouranos for allowing her to keep visual contact with the woman in her arms because if she had to settle Maris down to open the door, she would crumble into a fine dust.

As Valda moved her gaze away from Maris’s face to focus on the bed before her, Maris’s hands brushed over her cheek, pulling her face back. Valda noticed as she wet her lips and opened her mouth to speak, but Maris’s eyes lingered on Valda’s own before looking down at her parted lips.

“I want you.” Maris’s voice washed over Valda’s skin, pricking it in the process.

Valda sighed and gave Maris an intense kiss, her teeth scoring her lower lip, tightening her grasp before Valda settled her on the bed. Valda’s rough hands moved to the edge of Maris’s pants, pulling them enough to move Maris’s body to the edge of the bed. Her blouse came next, and without a sliver of self-control, Valda yanked the yellow tunic over her head and threw it somewhere on the floor.

Not breaking eye contact, Valda slipped her own ruined blouse from her arms, standing on her feet instead of her knees. Maris trembled with need. Valda could see the prickled skin, the warm red color on her cheeks, chest, and neck. She saw the hooded eyes looking up at her, Maris's slender violinist’s hand move to trace over a taut nipple, over her soft stomach, blue mound, and finally spread her folds.

Valda fell on her knees as she stared at the glistening pink skin of Maris’s pussy. Her mouth hung open in a permanent whimper, her mind unable to form any kind of thought. Maris’s fingers lingered, spreading more for Valda’s hungry gaze, her index finger moving to gather the wetness at the opening to rub against the sensitive nub.

Valda groaned, her hands forming fists at the edge of the bed, right next to Maris’s spread thighs. “Perfection,” she whispered, leaning close enough to brush her lips against the heated skin of her lover’s inner thighs. “You are pure perfection, a queen, a goddess.”

Valda sealed the words with an open mouth kiss to the junction of Maris’s thighs, earning a surprised gasp. As she moved to worship Maris’s skin, the younger woman slammed her legs shut, trapping her fingers.

Her lover was breathing hard, her chest rising and falling as if struggling to keep herself at bay. Valda tried to calm her, her callused hands trekking over her calves, then her knees, and finally her waist. She propped herself on one foot to look down at her.

A lovely shade of red painted Maris’s face, her lips parted, sucking in air, panting. Valda tilted her head in silent question. Maris’s free hand cupped Valda’s face, her thumb rubbing her lower lip before she spoke.

“Valda,” she whispered against her mouth, breathing her own air. “I want you to use it.”

Valda’s mind was so clouded with need that she didn’t quite register what her lover was saying. It wasn’t until Maris’s eyes shot to their belongings on the other side of the room that Valda understood what she meant.

“I want you to fuck me with it.”

Valda kept her eager nod to a simple dip of her chin. She grasped Maris’s jaw, pulled her face back, and kissed her fiercely.

“Get yourself ready for me,” Valda rasped, releasing Maris, dipping her own fingers down Maris’s thighs and over her delicate fingers. “I want to see you touching yourself.” The command came in the form of a whisper upon Maris’s ear.

Goosebumps decorated soft skin as Maris’s exposed nipples hardened. Valda had to peel away from her, almost painfully. She wanted nothing more than to feel the heated skin on hers, to kiss and worship the valley of her breast, kiss and lick the columns of that pretty and delicate neck, and watch as her breathing became labored.

With a heavy grunt, Valda pushed herself away from Maris, almost stumbling when she tried to keep her eyes locked with the younger woman on her way to the other side of the room. Turning her back away, Valda raided their packs until she found what she was looking for. Valda pivoted back to Maris, struggling with what remained of her clothing. It didn’t take long until she was bare, slipping the toy through her drenched entrance, and going back to the bed.

As she moved to the foot of the bed, Valda took in all the details she hadn’t been able to see in the past while stroking the thick cock.

Maris lay before her, legs slowly spreading, revealing herself. Her fingers rubbed soft circles over her sensitive bud before dipping back to the entrance to gather more wetness. Valda stared, her chest heaving as the scent of Maris’s arousal scorched her lungs. She could almost taste her.

Suddenly, Maris moved her hand, giving Valda a glimpse of her, of how wet and glistening she was because of her. Her.

The younger woman’s stomach moved with each deep breath, her chest swaying slightly as she inhaled. The blue hair rested on the white sheets as a halo adorning its goddess. Valda’s mouth was dry, and her hands trembled with a final tug to the cock.

Maris whimpered and raised her head to look down at Valda, her brow furrowed with confusion. Valda relished that look. She knew what Maris wanted, but damn it, she wanted to enjoy this more than anything in her existence.

“Let’s see if you are truly ready,” Valda whispered, grasping thick thighs, and spreading them wider.

“I am, please. Valda.”

Valda hushed her, her lips caressing the softness of Maris’s stomach, right underneath the dip of her belly button. “Let me make sure, Seashell.”

Gripping Maris’s wrist, she withdrew the woman’s hands from her folds, wetness glistening on the Sealian’s fingertips. Languidly, Valda ran her tongue over the coated digits, her eyes rolling back as Maris’s taste invaded her mouth. A dark, guttural groan exploded from deep within Valda’s chest as she released Maris and grasped her large hands on her hips.

“I want more,” she announced, pressing her broad tongue to Maris’s opening.

Maris grasped her black locks, scratching Valda’s scalp firmly. Valda’s eyes were open, watching as the woman she adored writhed underneath her tongue’s relentless strokes. Maris squirmed, her hips moving to find that sweet spot that made her come. Valda knew what she was doing, so she pulled back. The angry hiss emanating from Maris made Valda’s heart miss a beat. How could she hold Valda’s entire life with just a gaze from those blue eyes?

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