Page 10 of Karma

Then he finally gets on the bed with me, the wood creaking and groaning under our combined weight.

He kisses me again, with less passion and need, but a lot more depth. And this time the goosebumps stay on my skin as he trails kisses down my neck, his lips hitting all the absolute best places there are to kiss. Places I didn’t even know existed until his lips found them.

My breasts are next, my hard nipples begging for his lips long before his lips find them. And when they do, a deep moan escapes my lips sounding like the exhale of a breath I’ve held onto for much too long.

I arch up into his warm hands which are tracing soft paths along my sides, my belly and everywhere they can reach, needing to get closer. Closer to this soft pleasure which is unlike anything I’ve expected to find here. My head is starting to spin and every drop of ink on my body is pulsing. He grins at me as he sucks my nipple in again and again, calling up more deep moans from the depths of my core. Soon they’re edged with a sharp need that I have no idea what to do with.

By then his lips are on my belly, soft against my tender skin, the pleasure they leave in their wake serene and timeless. The kind I want to last forever.

My pussy is ready to accept him and he hasn’t even touched me there yet. When he does, tracing a single finger over my clit I jerk all the way off the bed, needing much more but wanting exactly this soft, gentle pleasure his lips and warm touches are offering.

This pull in the two different directions is threatening to tear my mind apart, but I don’t want it any other way. He’s grinning at me, probably reading all that off my face as he gazes into my eyes and continues his sanity-stretching teasing of my clit. Any more of this and I’ll lose my mind. But the good part is, I want it lost. Yesterday.

He applies more pressure to my clit, tracing circles now, as his callused fingers tease my nipples. This pleasure is like a hot, sharp knife, and I’m edging along it, stuck in that moment right before the cut that will blow it all up in an explosion of pure bliss. I know this orgasm will leave me in a million glittering pieces that I won’t know what to do with. And I can’t wait. Yet I want to wait.

“You seem ready,” he whispers and I can hear the wolfish grin as much as see it.

“I’m ready,” I whisper back.

He eases the pressure on my clit and slides first one, then a second finger in, going maddeningly yet perfectly slow at the same time. He starts sliding his fingers in and out, his thumb tracing lazy circles over my clit again, mixing up the pool of pleasure he’s stoking to life. Slow and slow. Making me feel every ridge on his fingertips, every soft spot, every rough patch, as he touches me, inside and out, finding places no one else has. Places that hold so much pleasure. So much bliss. So much good, sweet peace.

“Harder,” I moan, knowing I’ll go mad if he doesn’t give me the release he’s dangling in front of me like so many pieces of a fruit I’ve never tasted before but want to with every fiber of my being.

“No,” he says and continues his slow teasing. And his slow caresses continue bringing me closer and closer to a place I don’t know, but desperately want to visit.

“Please,” I beg, my voice as soft as his touch, as deep as the ravines left by his fingers.

I don’t beg, ever, yet here I am. I thought I’d found and felt all the pleasure my body has to offer over the years. I thought there were no surprises left. And here I am, moaning and writhing and finding out I was completely wrong.

He doesn’t relent. Keeps his slow, tantalizing, insane-making pace. But he leans down and kisses me again. Just as slow and gentle as the roaming his fingers are doing inside me. His tongue plays with mine, very much in control even here, dictating the pace. I moan into his mouth as his fingers find my nipples again, the steady, slow teasing adding yet another note, another melody to the building pleasure consuming me from the inside out.

He won’t stop until he’s turned me insane.

And I don’t want him to stop.

So I let go, give in to his gentle demands that have me fighting against restraints that aren’t there.

And when I do, I’m rewarded with an orgasm that clean takes my breath away, making me forget how to inhale, forget how to blink, forget how to do anything but let it wash over me, filling places that have never been full with bliss and light and tiny licks of sparkles that will never go out.

It takes me forever to remember how to breathe again, how to see, how to adjust to this new reality where secrets still exist in the world even though I thought I already knew them all.

By the time I regain enough awareness to speak, he’s lying next to me on the bed, his hand caressing my pussy gently.

The smile on his face is still a little wolfish, but mostly just satisfied. I’m sure mine is too as I look into the watery depths of his eyes—another secret he’s kept from me.

“I guess it’s your turn now,” I say, my voice slow and sultry, still riding that soft river of bubbling pleasure inside me.

He shakes his head ever so slightly and pulls the quilt over us both.

“Nah,” he says lazily. “I’ve waited too long for this to burn through it in one go. You should sleep now.”

My eyes flutter shut as though obeying his command without my brain having any say in the matter. Because my brain very much wants to give him all the pleasure he’s given me and more.

But this works too. His strong arms around me, taking me to a peaceful fireside out in the clean and clear free world works very well too. It’s easy to fall asleep like this. I haven’t slept much since Grim sent me away. I haven’t slept much before then either. But here, I can sleep and not worry about any of that. I don’t have to worry about anything at all.

And that’s another gift I never thought could be mine.

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