Page 168 of Caelum

That he might wander about his rooms naked had my cheeks flushing with heat. I wasn’t sure where it came from, wasn’t sure where the surge in confidence surged from, but I whispered, “Touch me, Nestor. Please?”

He seemed to understand what I was saying, reading between the lines to what I truly meant.

I didn’t just want him to touch me like this. I wanted skin on skin.

Nerves in my eyelids began twitching as he reached beneath my sleep shorts and underneath my panties too. When we finally connected, with no barriers, I released a groan so deep it seemed to resonate through my entire being.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, Eve,” he rasped against my throat. He’d stopped licking me there and had instead pressed his face into me like he was hiding. From what, I wasn’t sure, but I didn’t particularly care so long as he didn’t stop.

His fingers dipped down to where the liquid came from, where his dick would go, according toCosmoandWikipedia. I tensed when one of the slim digits slipped inside me and because I felt so full, and from what I’d seen online after some research earlier today, was a little surprised since I knew penises were a lot bigger than fingers.

He drew up the liquid to the top of my sex and began rubbing a part of my body that was called a clit. It felt good. So good. In fact, it felt more than that. It made me tense up and relax at the same time, which was beyond confusing, but I didn’t particularly care. I just wanted to ride out what he was making me feel.

I began to rock my hips again, began to help him touch me once more, and within seconds, the aforementioned chocolate cake was in reach. No one was trying to take it away from me now. If anything, Nestor was bringing it closer and closer, so close I could dive headfirst intoit.

As what I now knew was called an orgasm approached, I embraced it. Pleasure sparked along my nerve endings, sending with it the feeling of pain, as the bliss I felt actually began to hurt me. My muscles cramped as they clenched down, and the light display that took place as the nerves in my eyes reacted was a show worthy of a movie.

I didn’t stop moving, wanting to eke out every ounce of pleasure from the moment. I felt like I was on fire, but also like I’d been doused in water. As though the flames that had burned so hotly had been in great need of being quenched. I felt relaxed and on edge, delighted and desperate for more.

More contrasts, more delicious things to ponder.

A grunt escaped Nestor, and he pulled both his fingers and his face away from me. I almost cried out at his loss, but before I could, the fingers that had touched me were in his mouth. He sucked on them, licked them clean, and with my cheeks burning in embarrassment, I looked down to escape the fire in his eyes and saw his other hand was on his briefs. Before I could do more than blink, his fingers pulled out his penis and I stared down at it. It was much thicker than the one finger he’d slid inside me, and it was longer too.

I didn’t have much of a chance to process more than that before his hand cupped himself and he began to move it up and down. Fast. So fast I almost couldn’t process what I was seeing.

In what felt like less than half a minute, his head fell back and his dick seemed to explode. He sounded like he was in pain, and the muscles in his throat were corded with strain, as ropes of white liquid escaped the tip and splattered against my belly.

Staring down at the mess he’d made, I gaped at it then him and reached down to touch it. It was thick and sticky. The texture odd against my fingers.

He’d tasted me. The liquid my body had released. Was it strange that I wanted to taste him?

Nestor fell back against the sheets now that his climax was over, and though his eyes appeared shut, I knew he was watching me. How I knew I wasn’t sure. Not when, to anyone else, he might have appeared fast asleep, but I knew. And I wasn’t sure what to do.

The urge to taste him burned in me. I curled my toes and made fists with my fingers as I tried to escape how badly I wanted the flavor of him in my mouth.

Finally, I gave in.

Reaching up, I sucked my fingers between my lips and frownedat the salty taste of him. It was far more bitter than I’d anticipated, but something deep inside me rumbled in delight at his flavor.

It was like one of my souls needed it, which was beyond bizarre.

Caelum was making me impulsive, though. I’d learned to respond to what the souls needed rather than just ignoring them. Of course, that was what had kept me safe all my life, but I was enjoying the freedom, and between Nestor and I, was there any harm in tasting him?

I reached down, rubbed my fingers in the mess he’d made, then pressed the tips to my lips once more. Deep inside, the soul that needed it sighed with delight, and Nestor released a hiss that had me staring at him as I licked the digits clean.

I did this twice more, only stopping when the soul was satisfied. By that point, Nestor’s eyes were alight once more.

“What made you do that?” he rasped, and his tone made me shiver.

“You tasted me, and I wanted to taste you back.”

He hummed under his breath as he studied me. Then, he asked, “Remember what Dre taught you?” Before I could tense, he shook his head. “About communing with the souls? Figuring out which one is in charge?”

I blinked at him. “Yes.”

“Think about that now. Do as he taught you.”

“Why?” I half-whined, even as I closed my eyes and began to obey.

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