Page 55 of Light As A Feather
“Okay.” Her consent is a breathy, wanton thing that’s almost too sweet.
“I should warn you, it can be a bit claustrophobic.”
She shakes her head. “Good. There’s a piece of me missing, you’ll just fill it.”
My heart pounds at her acceptance. Not just because I’m a horny motherfucker who could never get enough of pleasuring her, but because she isn’t afraid of it, isn’t repulsed by it. Like it’s a natural evolution of our relationship.
“Please, don’t keep me waiting any longer.” Her fingers are nearly white from how tightly she clenches her fists.
“Well, since you asked so nicely.” I finally concede before reclaiming my seat. She whimpers in protest. “Shh, shh, shhh, baby. Don’t worry, I’m going to take real, real good care of you.” I clasp my hand around her ankle and rub gentle circles with my thumb. “Just relax. It’ll take a minute, but you’re just gonna have to trust the process. Just gonna have to be a little more patient. Can you do that for me?” She nods, her lip pulled between her teeth as she tries to rein in her need, tries so very hard to keep quiet just like I asked. The trust and hard-earned submission of such a powerful, brilliant woman is something that I’d never take for granted. I place a reassuring kiss on one of the snapdragons that decorate her calf before kneading the muscle that tenses as she waits. “Now, close your eyes.”
After hesitating a moment, she closes them and tilts her head back.
“You’re going to have to open yourself up to me. It’s going to feel a little uncomfortable at first, but don’t resist.”
“What happens if I resist?” Uncertainty creeps into her voice.
“You’ll be okay. Maybe just a few seconds of nausea.” I watch one of her nails dig into her skin. I slip my hand in hers, giving it a squeeze to soothe her. “I promise, I’ll go nice and slow, so it won’t hurt. I would never hurt you.”
Sol nods and relaxes once again. “I know. Go ahead.”
I focus on my presence in my own body to ground myself before I start to wander, detaching then reattaching to Sol. Slipping inside her is like pulling on an old favorite coat—comforting, familiar—despite never doing this together before.
I enter easily, gently, slowly.
She opens up to me, submissive, trusting, yielding,mine.
It’s like coming home.
The beat of her heart is intimate, reassuring. I follow that thread south. Parting her legs, I run her hands along the soft skin of her inner thighs, luxuriating in the silky feel of it along her fingertips as I drag them upward.
Sol’s consciousness bumps against mine, her pleasure vibrating against my own in sweet surrender as she allows me to touch her with her own hands. Tracing a line up the center of her panties, chills erupt all over her body. I repeat the motion, a strum of electricity I can feel in her toes, and how she soaks the fabric.
Slipping her hand beneath the waistband, I cup her pussy.
Does it turn you on, how I make you touch yourself?
Yes.She thinks back at me. Her hips lift against her hand, chasing the attentive touch.
We’re going to fuck this pretty pussy together. Does that sound good to you?
Please.I can feel her moan more than hear it.
Her finger slips between her lips easily, then drags wetness over her clit. Her back arches, and my consciousness hums with satisfaction as we work her finger in circles, waves of ecstasy washing over us.
I turn her head to the side, toward the dark screen so I—we—can watch her face contort with pleasure as I drag her fingers through her center and push two inside her. A crackle of delight tingling between us with each purposeful thrust in and out.
I’ve made a study of her body, mapped what she does and doesn’t like, worshipped every inch of it, but being inside of her like this, it’s an entirely new level of fulfillment.
Greedily, I push another one of her fingers into her cunt, enjoying the internal stretch of it.
That’s it. Take another one, baby. Fill yourself up.
Her hips writhe while I use her other hand to free her breast. My mouth waters at the sight of it overflowing in her hand, the edges of the spiderweb tattoo peeking out. With only a little straining, her nipple and the tip of her tongue meet. Moving it in circles, I tease her areola, then flick it over the taut peak. A throbbing need calls to us within her.
So sensitive, my girl. So responsive. You’ve gone too long without me. You need someone who really knows your body, somebody who has your trust, to let go and truly escape. I know none of the others could ever make you feel the way I do. They could never do this for you, not even when I was inside them.With pointed strokes, I drag her fingers along her inner walls, stoking the fire of need nearly erupting within her.
No. They couldn’t. Never.She agrees.
