Page 56 of Light As A Feather
It’s the encouragement I need to pick up the pace, pumping her fingers in and out of her in tandem with her teasing tongue and lips torturing her nipple. In the dark screen, I watch with great satisfaction as her eyes roll back in her head and her body tenses.
Come for me, my love. Let me feel you come apart, body and mind. Give yourself over to it.
There’s no fight as her orgasm engulfs both of us, sparking hot and violent along the barely there barrier that still exists between us. A bit more of me melting into her and vice versa before her sensory overload is pushing up against me, urging me to relinquish the space I’m taking up.
I do so willingly, and the transition is heady, my mind and body swimming with the intoxication of her climax. For several seconds, we simply stare at each other. My mind reeling, her body twitching and readjusting.
Stretching, I acclimate to the feel of my own body. “Are you okay?” The metallic taste of blood lingers in my mouth, my tongue sore. I wash it away with another glass of water.
“That was…” Sol starts to say.
“Yeah,” I agree, nodding in disbelief. I’ve been inside other people and unfortunately had other spirits inside me, but I’ve never experienced anything that compares.Perfection.We were meant to come like that, as one.
“How did you even figure out you were capable of that?” she asks through panting breaths as she drags her fingertips over her soft stomach.
Simply admiring her, I wait a minute to respond. Sol’s brows are furrowed, and her eyes are closed—drowning out visual stimulation, she says—as she focuses just on the pleasure working its way through her body.
“We both know making you come has always been a skill of mine.” I can’t help but laugh at myself as I tug her panties back into place, making sure to brush my knuckles across her still-throbbing cunt.
Sol jerks, her body still so sensitive. “You know what I mean.” I take pride in the breathiness that lingers in her voice like smoke.
“By accident mostly. Well, at first. Then Jayden helped me do some research, and it was a lot of trial and error. More error, if I’m being honest.” I don’t miss the way her jaw tightens at Jayden’s name, but now’s not the time for that conversation. “But I really started to understand myself when I befriended others who were interested in the paranormal.” Rounding the desk, I take a seat on the other side. “You’ll see, it’s not some half-ass operation, these people—my team—they’re legit.”
“How do you know they can handle this?” Sol raises her eyebrow in question, doubt pouting her lips.
“Because they’re professionals, and they’ve been at this for a long time. It might have started out as something casual, but then Mendez came along.” I laugh at the horror he expressed when he realized we had no legal documents protecting us, no organization to our operations, just me and Jayden doing our thing. “He’s the glue that keeps us together, but he’s also the one who pushes us to be the best of the best. We’ve been through some gruesome shit to get to where we are. We’re lucky to have him, though. He changed everything for me.” Admiration is clear in my voice. Sometimes he acts more like a father figure—a hardass if I ever met one—but he means well. He’s helped me keep it together more than he can imagine. “You’d like him, I think. He’s very…practical. Loves his rules.”
She flips me off. “Some of them are absurd, butmostrules exist for a reason, okay.”
“I know, Nightingale.”
When she sits up, I pull her closer to the edge of the desk, and the skirt of her dress rucks up further on her hips, giving me a clear view of her drenched panties. I salivate, distracted by the memory of how she tastes.
“Focus.” She tilts my head up to meet her eyes. “You were telling me about Mendez, what’s his role?”
“Ozzie is more of the entrepreneur type; he handles our finances, makes sure our legal affairs are in order, payouts, the boring stuff really—but he’s also one of our investigators.”
“Well, it sounds like at least one of you has some sense.”
“Hey, I’m responsible.” I gesture around me to the house that I’ve bought and completely remodeled.
“It’s a beautiful house. But how much money did you burn doing a remodel that didn’t necessarily need to happen?”
“When my parents agreed to sell it to me, I was thrilled. But it wasn’t home. Not the one we dreamed of, at least.” I shrug. “Honestly, it gave me something to pour myself into, a way to spend my days that wasn’t falling to pieces. Having the remodel to focus on kept me out of trouble for the most part.”
“For the most part?”
Leaning back in my chair, I stare up into the void of the ceiling. “I won’t pretend like I was okay when you left. I wasn’t exactly in my right state of mind for those first few months. Years, even.” For this next part, I don’t spare her the weight of my gaze. “You broke my heart, Sol. Fuck, you tore it out of me, left a hole that couldn’t be filled by anyone or anything.” Unbuttoning my shirt, I pull it open to expose the blackout tattoo on my chest that resembles a torn, gaping hole.
She leans forward across the desk until her fingers meet the concentrated black tattoo on my brown skin. “I didn’t do this to hurt you, but I’m sorry that I still managed to do just that.” Her voice is unsteady.
“I know you are. An apology doesn’t change anything, though. You leaving destroyed a part of me. I can’t ever get the man I used to be back. It’s changed me. What I want from you now is a promise.”
Sorrow swims in her eyes. “What’s that?”
“That you’ll love the man I’ve become—every part of him.”
“You know that I do.”
