Page 55 of Artemysia
“I…want…you.” She says it in three unsteady breaths, timed with each stroke of my two fingers pressing deeper into her with each word.
Fuck, I didn’t know how much I wanted to hear those words until they came from her, and I will be replaying them in my head for the rest of my days.
It’s like nothing ever before. Before, they were just words uttered from some woman’s lips, words that meant nothing to me because I didn’t care.
I care. I feel. I’ve come back to life out of a darkness I didn’t know I was in or could ever escape. Our shadows crossed paths in a strange twist of fate, and she’s brought me into her light.
Maybe Delphine is only seeking comfort or distraction, but I’ll take whatever she wants from me right now, and hope it’s out of both our systems by tomorrow morning.
How could I ask for more?
She’s unbuttoning the shirt she’s wearing, and seeing her baring her beautiful breasts from under my blue flannel renders me more speechless than I normally am. Not to mention, I’m hard as ever as I stretch her with my fingers.
Greedily, I want her. She’s not going to be out my system by tomorrow morning.
No way.
It’s my undoing, imagining more than my fingers in her, and all I can think is that I need a taste of her right now.
A few more pumps of my fingers, and I withdraw from the tightness of her. Despite how wet she is and how she jerks her hips in protest when I leave her empty, I pry myself out from behind her, placing a pillow against the headboard for her to lean against.
Kneeling over her, I kiss her again. I could kiss her soft, supple lips all day long. She gives back what she takes. Delphine is never passive. She takes what she wants right now, and it’s my breath she steals away when she bites my bottom lip. Sweet surrender.
She’s breathy as her back bows into me, and I kiss down her jaw. When my mouth connects with her tit, nipping at it, she whimpers.
“Am I hurting your shoulder?” I ask, concerned.
She swallows. “No. That’s not where it aches.”
Gods, she’s perfect. I slide lower, kissing around her belly button. Lower still. I need to taste her. I hook my thumbs into her underwear and slide it down her legs. Slow and deliberate.
She watches me, but I can’t read her expression. She’s used to hiding behind a cool mask of composure, despite the ferocity of emotions and anxieties that live inside her. Those worries that make her blanch and her lips move as if she’s talking to herself, as she fiddles with the pommel of her sword.
I’m attuned to these signs in her. Why?
Every so often, when I look carefully, she rewards me with a glimpse and I’m left wanting.
She pulls her shins back, bending her knees, and kicks out of her underwear. Once that last barrier of silk is gone, I move back up her legs, dragging my lips against her knees, her inner thigh.
Her hands clasp my shoulders. “Wait. Maybe I should have taken a bath…”
I’ve never been one for perfumes or oils. I want real. I want her as she is.
I reach up and pinch both nipples on her pale breasts all at once as my mouth connects between her legs. She inhales, sharp and sudden, and her protests die out.
She tastes like honeyed, sweet sweat, and it’s as intoxicating as her scent. Undeniably womanly. It’s fucking erotic, and drives me into the most carnal and filthiest of thoughts—all the ways I want to make her come.
She grunts and rocks her hips to my mouth as I lick up her slit.
Fucking delicious.
“Oh gods,” she moans. “That’s good, there.” Her legs drop wider as I bury my face in her. I know what I’m doing, my tongue lapping her clit. She trembles and grips a firm hand into my hair and pulls it loose from the band that holds it back.
All I want is for her to fall apart around me as my head is tongue-fucking her between her writhing legs.
She bites her lip to muffle the noises coming out of her.
I’m not sure why I confessed to her. Even Ivy has no idea I hold out when it comes to sex. Ivy just assumes a man of my age has done it all; I don’t share these kinds of details with her anyway. Sure, I’ve experienced oral sex and played around with how to please others, but…
