Page 113 of Hopelessly Teavoted
She walked over to the now shining, clean sheets, the obsidian silk almost glowing in candlelight that had dimmed, it seemed, as she approached the platform. With the practice of a thousand childhood moments, she hoisted herself onto the bed, tossing the blanket to the side.
“I used to dream of being naked in these sheets,” she said softly.
“Tell me,” said Azrael, moving toward the chair at his desk. Gripping the back of it so tightly his knuckles turned white. “Tell me exactly what you did when you thought of being in my bed.”
“I,” she started, flush creeping up her cheeks. Good goddess, if she was going to do this thing, she was going to do it completely. Uninhibited. With all her heart.
It was Azrael, for fuck’s sake.
“I would picture the way the fabric would slide, soft against my skin.” She ran a palm across the cool expanse of it, and a muscle ticked in his jaw. “When I was really wound up, I could always pretend it was your hand, not mine.”
“Tell me,” Az ordered again, his voice edged with urgency.
“I’d rather show you,” she said, not believing her own boldness. But then again, she had been the one to tell him, even in her youth, about how the idea of spanking and whips was exciting. And they had done this before, in the shower, though it felt different now that she knew they could touch. She could do this.
Vickie lay down, settling her head in the pillows.
“Come here,” she said, crooking a finger in the air. He walked slowly toward her, excitement clear and visibly defined in the blue plaid print of his boxers. “There. Stop at the edge of the bed.”
She slid a fearless hand down her stomach, lower, and snuck the other up toward her breasts, stopping before she got there.
“Vickie,” he pleaded. The strain in his voice was delicious.
“Yes?” she breathed.
“Let me touch you,” he begged.
“When I’m ready.” Sliding her hand lower, she dipped it between her thighs and felt, rather than heard, his groan on the air, in unison with her own. She squeezed at her nipple with her other hand, and sat up, staring at him. Memorizing the way his eyes darkened with need and anticipation. “Do you want to see how I would picture it? When I was by myself and pretending it was you?”
Azrael swore softly.
“Do you, Az?”
“Yes,” he moaned. “Fuck. I’ll give you anything you want, sweetheart. Show me.”
Flipping over onto her knees, she looked back, and winked at him.
“Just like this,” she said, reaching a hand between her thighs. Reminding herself at the twinge of nerves about exposing this much of her body to him that this was Az.
And that the prospect had her so turned on that she was soaking wet, glistening against her own fingers as she drew them in and out.
“Fuck, Vickie, I could die happy just watching you do that.”
“The sheets are just as silky on my knees as I had imagined,” she purred. “Now come over here and fuck me until my face is pressed into them too.”
Azrael was beside her on the bed in an instant, but his resolve must have been stronger than hers, because he held back for a moment, tracing the backs of her thighs with a carefulthumb. His voice was low, and she felt as though she were stretched too tight with wanting.
“How badly do you want me, Vickie?”
Reaching back, she grabbed his hand, dragging it over her. Into her.
“This much. Please?”
Azrael groaned, dipping his fingers in and snapping his other hand so that his boxers lay in a pile next to the bed.
“Anything,” he said, sliding into her. He reached a hand around, covering her fingers with his own, sliding down them and slightly to the left, finding a spot that had taken her years to pinpoint on her own, but apparently was second nature to him. He dragged a finger outside of her as he took her from behind, not releasing her own hand so that she was working not quite at the same angle but at the same rhythm with her fingers. “Anything at all you want. Anything you need, Victoria, say the word, and it’s yours.”
The sensation of Azrael, of his hands and her own, and the filthy thoughts full of possibility, all pooled in her core. She moaned his name as he picked up speed. Felt everything tremble as he gripped her hips, and rode her to the edges of her pleasure before hauling her torso up, one hand at a hip still and the other at a shoulder. He snapped his fingers, and she felt his magic answer, curling low around her belly, nudging lower as he drove into her from behind.
