Page 57 of Gemini Queen
Jeez, just the thought of her wearing my mark on her neck makes my dick throb.
“You’re so hard,” she moans, shoving her hips into my boner. “God, Neo, God. If we do this…”
I don’t want there to be anif. I growl to lodge a protest against that entire grammatical conjunction and work my hand higher under her shirt to distract her. She’s not wearing a bra and, sweet Lord, her ripe breast fits so perfectly in my hand, her tight pierced nipple nestling into my palm. I remember what she liked this morning and I tease and tweak that succulent bud while she gasps and squirms beneath me.
Her hands work under my sweater to stroke my back and goosebumps break out everywhere. I pinch her nipple hard, the way she liked before, and her breathless cry of pleasure almost makes me come in my pants.
“Neo,” she pants, writhing under me, “if we do this… it doesn’t mean we’re mated, okay?”
I stiffen with instant protest. We’re already mated, no matter what she thinks.
But I’m not going to convince her just by saying so.
I raise my head to gaze into her face. She’s all flushed and dewy and her lips are rosy from my kisses. I swear to God I’ve never seen a woman so beautiful.
“Just let me do this for you, babe,” I tell her, my voice gone husky with sex. “We can decide what it means later.”
I sense her resistance ripple through the strengthening bond between us.
She’s thinking she should push this and make me deny that bond, while I’m equally determined to make her accept it. I kiss her again to distract her, my tongue plunging deep in her sweet mouth, and peel her shirt all the way up to expose her breasts. Now I can fill both hands with her, and she’s just so gorgeous the way she pushes up to meet me and shivers when I tweak her nipples.
I could honestly do this all night.
But the way she’s squirming against me, rocking into my dick through the layers of clothing between us, tells me I’m not going to last that long. And neither is she. The important thing now is to make her come, to give her pleasure.
But I think if I can do that, just making her climax is going to push me over the edge too.
“Shouldn’t let this happen,” she mumbles, tugging at my sweater. I pull back a little so she can drag it over my head. “But fuck if I want to stop.”
This captures so perfectly my own feelings on the topic that I can’t help smiling at her.
She’s got me out of my sweater and her hands are roaming over my body like she’s trying to memorize it, which isn’t necessary because she can have me in the flesh literally any time she wants me. And lying over her like this, I can finally fill my eyes with the sight of my beloved, that hot pink shirt rucked up above absolutely the most gorgeous breasts I’ve ever seen including on TV. For such a tiny girl, she’s really curvy, and she has the prettiest pink areolae (I know all the words, because bookworm) flushing to a deeper rose at her nipples, pierced with those tiny silver hoops.
“Babe, you’re so beautiful,” I whisper. “Will you let me…?”
“I think I’ll cry if you don’t,” she murmurs, a wry grin lurking around her lips. “But, Neo, this doesn’t mean anything, okay? It’s just for fun.”
How can she say it doesn’t mean anything, when it meanseverything?
She makes my stomach knot up with anxiety and my heart pound with determination. I lean in, because she’s letting me and because honestly I can’t resist, and carefully nuzzle the bud of one nipple, so silky and tight against my lips, her ring cool and smooth against my tongue.
Her throaty groan thrills me and makes me even harder. I want to elicit more of those sounds from my beloved.
“Harder,” she says, all husky. “You can do that pretty hard with me. Teeth, too.”
I happily experiment to see what she likes, and it’s true, she likes it when I bite a little and then tongue her. When I tug her nipple ring between my teeth and flick it with my tongue, her hips rock into mine in a way that’s absolutely electric. I’m straddling her and she wants to spread her legs for me, so I shift to one side, and she grabs my hand and presses it to her crotch over her yoga pants. I can feel the shape of her through the fabric, the heat of her as she rocks into my palm, and I’m more than ready to get her off again the way I did this morning—
Until she closes her hand over the hard bulge under my chinos.
Then I almost climax for her right there.
“Oh yeah, babe,” I breathe, thrusting into her hand. She explores my length with eager fingers and I almost lose my mind.
But I focus on what she needs, which right now seems to be for me to hold steady while she pushes into the heel of my hand against her clit. When her clever hands unbutton me and work down my zipper, my heart starts pounding so hard I’m sure she can hear it.
She gets my fly open, works her hand into the slit in my briefs and… wow… the shock of her bare fingers wraps around my dick and transports me to another dimension.
“There you are,” she murmurs, low and languid. “Neo Mercury, there’s a lot of you to love.”
