Page 104 of Living Legend

He gave my waiting pussy a tentative lick, as if he were testing, as if he wanted to hear every single sound I made and feel every single twitch of my thighs, of my stomach and hips. I tried to bring myself closer, thrust my pelvis when he used his tongue again. This time, he licked me entirely, then again, again, again. Nicholas used his tongue on me like he had been starving for this, like he could sit between my legs and lap at me for hours. He buried his face so deep into my pussy, I was surprised he had enough oxygen to continue. I reached around and grabbed the pillow behind my head, wrapping my fist around the material to try and release some of the pleasurable tension building. All the moans I wanted to let out I had to lodge in my throat, and it was burning me.

“You taste just as sweet as I thought you would,” Nicholas said against my clit, flicking it with his tongue a few times before taking it into his mouth and sucking. He released it, creating a leisurely circle around it with his tongue, and then sucked it back into his mouth again. I moved my head to the side and burrowed my face into the pillow, stifling my cry. I felt like my heart was going to rip out of my chest and I could feel small beads of sweat start on my forehead. My heels dug into the comforter and my thighs burned from the tension.

He moaned slightly against my pussy and stuck his tongue inside of me, then pulled out. He explored my entrance with his mouth, making sure I didn’t wiggle too much as he licked me fully and fucked me with his tongue. This angelic creature was positively devouring me with his tongue, and I was about to beg for him to make me come, but then Nicholas pulled his hands away and brought them to the insides of my thighs, pulling back to use his fingers to spread me open. He flicked the tip of his skillful tongue against my clit, and I fisted the sheets at my side. The moonlight lit the back of his head enough to where his dark hair stuck up so much, I knew he had been repeatedly running his hands through it earlier. He continued to assault my clit with his tongue while he used one his fingers to stroke my entrance.

After what felt like forever, he pushed one finger inside of me, probing and exploring. He did it slowly, as if he was waiting for my reaction before he pressed in a second. It didn’t take much for him to slide all the way in. He curled his fingers upward, massaging the spot that made my eyes flutter closed and my head tilt back. I felt his smile ghost against me as he continued to fuck me with his long, skilled fingers and lick at me like he couldn’t get enough of my taste.

There was a boiling in my stomach, hot and needy, ready to explode. I could feel the back of my neck, sticky with sweat, and I lifted one of my hands to run it through his hair, earning a low growl. I yanked him closer to me, as if he could even get any closer than he already was. Fuck, he was good at this. He pumped his fingers faster, matching the movements of his tongue, the sound of how wet I was softly echoing as his fingers went to work. I had to practically bite my own tongue when I felt everything push through me at once. I felt my legs tense and my stomach hollow out, stars sparkling behind my eyes.

“That’s it,” he coaxed as he lapped at my clit. “Come for me.”

His intoxicating words sent a flood of arousal straight through me. He slowed his fingers as my trembling thighs started to settle. My legs relaxed finally, and he kissed me gently between my legs. He slid his fingers against my slit and gave the tiniest satisfied laugh.

I tilted my head up, trying to catch my breath. He was climbing over me and settled his body between my legs before he hovered over my face, his erection hitting me where I was still sensitive. His breath was a bit ragged, but it was steady. He had his arm extended next to my head, while his other hand brought my chin towards him. He kissed me, letting me taste myself on his lips. “Was that so bad?” he whispered as he released my mouth, running his hand down my face to my neck, tracing his thumb along my pulse point.

“It was alright,” I lied.

He grazed his nose against mine. “I think you already gave yourself away.” He pressed his cock against me, and I let out a soft moan. “No need for lying now.”

He leaned up and reached behind him, pulling his shirt off in one quick movement. The moon decorated him from behind, showing every cut of his frame, every ab, every muscle, every hair that stood up on his arms. He inched his handsunder my sweatshirt, his fingers caressing my skin as he removed it. Once it was over my head, he tossed it to the floor with my panties and his shirt, and I leaned back and got more comfortable underneath him. I heard him blow out a breath as he fingered my sides and cupped his hands around my breasts, flicking and tugging gently on my nipples.

“Fuck. You are beautiful,” he whispered, almost to himself. It was like, even though we weren’t flooded in light, he could see what he always suspected. It was like he needed to say it out loud to make sure it was real, like the words weren’t legitimate without it. I didn’t know what to say. I didn’t even know if he wanted me to respond, but I did.

“Thank you.”

I could almost hear the way he collected himself. He cleared his throat and leaned down to kiss my neck, my collarbone, my shoulder, traveling down to one of my breasts before bringing one of my nipples into his mouth and swirling his tongue around the bud. This man was quite literally trying to kill me, and I was more than okay with it. He moved to my other breast and did the same thing, grazing his teeth along my nipples.

He jerked away from me and tucked his fingers into his waistband, pulling down his sweatpants and underwear. His cock jutted out between us, and it was all I could do to not let my mouth fall open. In the training room, everything had happened so fast. I hadn’t gotten a good look at what he had to offer. I had caught a glimpse, but most of my time was spent with my back to the floor and my face to the ceiling. Even now, it was difficult because it was dark, but yet again, the moon was my savior. He was big, but not so big that I wanted to shy away from him. Not that I would have said no to him, no matter what his size turned out to be. I had a feeling my hand wouldn’t wrap all the way around him if I tried…and I wanted to try.

I propped up on my elbow and reached out to grab him, letting my fingers glide over his length. This time, he didn’t try to stop me. He was letting me touch and explore him, and I was grateful for it. He hissed through his teeth, watching me touch him. I stroked back and forth, letting my hand slip over the tip and then back to his base. I started to get up on my knees to return the favor, wanting his cock in my mouth so much that my thighs were starting to shake from anticipation. Instead, Nicholas pulled my hand away from his cock and gently pushed me to lay on my back again. He made sure my legs were propped up and bent, leaning down over me.

He removed his sweatpants completely before positioning himself between my legs. The weight and heat of him consumed me as I arched up to connect with his body more. He reached between us and took hold of his cock, using the tip to slide along the wetness between my legs. I lifted my neck up to meet his lips with my own. He let me kiss him, let my tongue slip into his mouth and taste him. He pulled away just the slightest to say, “remember, quiet, Dani.” I nodded in understanding, then remembering that there were few lights and he likely couldn’t see my response, so I verbally confirmed. Neither one of us wanted his father knocking or coming in and finding us in a compromising position. I would laugh it off and deal with the consequences, but Nicholas would feel much differently about the whole ordeal.

His lips captured mine again and he slowly pushed his cock inside of me, inch by inch until he was fully seated. I felt stretched, but I was begging for more. Nicholas paused, as if he was letting himself feel all the things I was feeling. He propped himself up on his forearms and I scooted my legs up so I could feel him deeper. I felt him start to move, each thrust meticulous and so fucking slow. I could feel each time he pulled back, each time he pushed back in. Every inch was accounted for, and I was going fucking crazy feeling it all. Maybe I could be a glutton for this slow and passionate nonsense.

“Fuck,” I heard him whisper into my neck. I brought my hands up and around to his back, pressing my fingertips into his skin, feeling his hips flex as he pushed into me.

“I don’t think I ever really got to appreciate how big you are,” I said, a sharp moan leaving my lips that I tried to muffle down.

I felt my chest vibrate with his laughter as he kept moving, never quickening his pace, but never missing a mark on his rhythm. “Fuck, you really can’t say things like that right now.” His voice was low and breathy, with a seductive warning to it.

I wrapped my legs around his lower back, anchoring myself to him, as if he was going to somehow disappear. He lifted his face from my neck, and I felt his forehead rest against mine. His skin was licked with sweat, but I didn’t mind. I just met his lips and kissed him again. He kissed me back, more desperate this time, like he was trying to reach something just out of his grasp. His hips sped up a bit and I raised my legs higher, widening them.

He placed his weight on his right arm as he brought his left up to his mouth, wetting two of his fingers before slipping them between us and circling around my clit. There were small sounds of his skin hitting mine, but not loud enough to rattle the walls and not loud enough where the rain, wind, and thunder from outside couldn’t shut us out. His fingers pressed into my sensitive bundle of nerves, and I heaved in breath after breath, trying so fucking hard not to be loud.

“Fuck, fuck, fuck,” I repeated softly as I felt that same feeling building. It was like a shot of vodka burning through my veins. My breathing became sharper, and I took his sides in my hands, kneading my fingers into him, needing something to hold onto before I went over the edge. He could feel it, I knew he could, because right before I went off, he dipped down to kiss me, as if he wanted all my sounds. He fucked me through my climax, not slowing down even when I pressed my hands to his shoulders to release his mouth. He brought his hand back to my face, right as a shot of lightning hurled out of the sky and light blossomed on his face for a moment, letting me see the way he was losing his resolve. I tightened my legs around him, pushing him to take that leap and fall over the delicious edge with me.

I leaned up and licked his ear lobe, biting down on the tender skin, feeling him shudder around me. He thrusted into me a few more times until he finally let go, pumping his hips erratically as his face scrubbed over mine. I felt his cock twitch inside of me, releasing everything he was holding back. His chest was heaving as if he had run a mile when he was done, when he was spent. He let out a heavy breath before I felt his body leave mine and slowly pull out of me, settling onto the bed next to me. He bent one of his knees up, while his other leg lay flat on the comforter. I closed my legs and turned on my side to face him.

“Well, well, Mr. Cassial,” I joked, bending my elbow and placing my head in my upturned palm.

He ran a hand down his face. “What?”

“You reallyreallyfucking like me.” I ruffled my hair with my fingers. “You don’t even let a wound slow you down.” I pointed to his side, still perfectly covered by the gauze.

“You’re annoying,” he said, but I heard the smile in his words. That must be his favorite way to describe me, and I felt giddy every time he said it. He absentmindedly placed a hand on his covered wound and pressed, making a small face but then relaxing, letting me know that he was fine.

I turned over and swung my legs over the side of the bed. I felt him shift, making the bed move. “Where are you going?” he asked.

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