Page 72 of Tethered Souls
“You want me to finger fuck you while my cock’s in your ass?” I ask, overcome with the need to fill every hole of hers at once. To claim her as mine in action if not in words. The tension in my chest claws at me, demanding I don’t wait.
But I want to hear her say it. I want her to want me everywhere.
“Yes,” she pants as she grabs my wrist with her other hand, leaning back on her elbows, her neck awkwardly bent against the mirror. “Yes, please. Fuck.Varius.”
She arches on a cry as I push a finger in. Her eyes close. Her mouth opens. When she sags back down, I shove that finger into her mouth as my other hand goes to her pussy. Her eyes pop wide as she stares at me, as she tastes her own cum on my finger.
She freezes for half a second, then she’s sucking me as she fucks me with wild abandon. My balls grow tight. Her ass slides up and down my cock. And in another few bumps, I’m coming inside her as her tongue swirls around the length of my finger.
Grabbing both her hips, I lift her off the counter and take her inside the walk-in shower. She yanks her dress over her head quickly, just barely managing to get it off and throw it before I turn on the spray, draw the door shut, and press her against the wall. Lifting her up off my cock, I ignore her yelps against the cold as the shower heats up. With her breasts now at my face, I suck on them.
Her fingers dig into my wet hair. Her legs wrap around my torso. As she holds me to her, I start my worship of every inch of her body. All we can ever have is good sex. Great sex. But we can’t have anything more. I don’t have anything else to give.
So I give her this. Give her every fucking thing I can, sucking and licking and biting her breasts until she’s on the verge of coming. Her moans increase. Her breaths hitch. Her body trembles beneath my lips. I wrap my mouth around her nipple. Flick my tongue across it. She screams out as she orgasms, and I shove two fingers inside her as I suck her entire breast, small as it is, into my mouth.
She pulls at my hair as she jerks beneath my attentions. A few strands come loose and the bite of the pain has me biting her, leaving a mark on her skin so everyone knows she’s mine.
Jason, the fucker, tried to steal her from me.
I growl with her titty in my mouth.
The fucker is dead though, and I’ll kill everyone else who eventhinksthey can have what’s mine.
My cock hard and aching in its need to claim her pussy, I yank her down the wall, pull her directly under the spray of the shower, and bend her over. Her hands rest on the tiles cascading with water. She turns her head to look at me over her shoulder, but I’m not where her eyes went. No longer standing. I’m dropping to my knees behind her. One hand on my dick, I wash it under the spray as the other grabs her thigh, and I bury my face in her ass. The mix of cum and lube touches my tongue, and I growl at the knowledge that she is mine. That she is marked by me. Claimed by me.
Is fucking mine even if I can never vocally admit it.
“You want to dance for me, Micha?” I ask before I rim her asshole with my tongue. She moans as she trembles beneath me. “You want to grind your body on my face?”
She pushes back as I lick around her ass. My nose digs into her flesh. My hand quickens on my cock, now clean and hard and ready to slide into her pussy.
But first, I’m going to eat her out. I’ve never acquainted my tongue with this part of her body, and I want to take every inch of her and make it mine.
“Then dance for me, little monster,” I growl. “Ride my face until you come.”
Spreading her cheeks, I lick her fully, then thrust my tongue into her hole. She squeezes around me as one of her hands comes back and fists my hair. She grinds herself against my lips, panting and moaning. I keep my head still, letting her position herself, to find the angle she likes so I can learn what makes my little monster come.
“Varius, please,” Micha begs as her legs start to shake. I continue to eat her out slowly, leisurely, knowing it isn’t speed that gets her off. It’s technique. It’s pacing. It’s taking her to the edge and leaving her there to quiver.
I run my hands up her legs, going over her calves, her knees, the corded muscles of her thighs. My fiancee’s a little warrior, an assassin, and she has a body for fighting. How will it change over the years? The decades she stays by my side? Will she lose the muscle, replacing it with more of a lady’s physique, or will she keep training even when she’s locked away in our house?
She hasn’t been to our gym yet other than that one time she brought me breakfast, and the idea of her losing this, this part of her that makes her her, that shows she once had dreams even if she doesn’t now… I don’t like that. She put in so much effort to get her body like this. It isn’t just the effect of a few hours a week of exercise. It is a constant upkeep, a show of pride. She chose the life of an assassin rather than the life of a bride, and anger fills me over the idea that she will lose something she wants. That being with me will take that from her.
I will not give her back to her father, but I can try to not kill all her dreams.
Spinning her around, I lift her right leg over my shoulder and bury my face in her pussy. Both her hands dig into my hair as she rides me, but she rarely comes from oral alone, so I know all she’s doing is building up her own frustration. I let her fuck my face as my tongue fucks her for a few minutes and then I’m pulling her down to my cock as I run my tongue up the full length of her body. Her leg still over my shoulder as she sits on my lap, I push my cock into her pussy.
She groans as I growl. Wrapping one hand around her throat, I haul her mouth to mine. I don’t kiss her like I did in the woods. I take my time, learning her lips, her tongue, what makes her turn away, and what makes her desperate for more.
Cupping her breast with my other hand, I kiss her as she rides me. She doesn’t slide down all the way on my cock, stopping when I hit her cervix. I pull away from her lips and look down to where she’s gripping me. She looks so fucking beautiful with her lips around my cock, glistening from her arousal. But my eyes narrow at the reminder she shaved it without my permission and the punishment I still owe her.
Pressing my palm over her pussy, I let her grind against my hand in the way she likes. “I’m going to tattoo my name here,” I say as I lift my gaze to hers.
Her eyes widen. “No, you’re not.”
“You think you can stop me?”
“It’s my body.”
