Page 21 of Light As A Feather
Our lips meet, and I have to steady myself, gripping the door frame, because I could tumble into the abyss of her scent, her touch, her mouth on mine. That sweet, hesitant mouth.
She looks up at me through wet lashes, her rich copper eyes like pools of honey that I could sink into. Sweet and warm, like the love I know she has to offer if she would let her guard down. I miss basking in her affection, but I can get that Sol back.
Overcome with the rightness of it, I grab her, lifting her off the ground and shoving through the door.
“Put me down.” Of course, I don’t. Having her in my arms is my favorite thing. “You’re going to throw out your damn back. That’s the last thing we need.” And yet, the first genuine smile I’ve seen from her crests like a sunrise. “I mean it.”
“We?” It’s so nice to hear that I nearly buckle at the knees, but I make it to the bier, so my hands can be put to better use. It’ll hold her casket—the one I’ve had custom-designed in black and green—but right now it’s the perfect surface to hold my most prized possession while I show her just how special she is to me.
The gasp that leaves her could be the wind being knocked out of her. I’m interpreting it as the expelling of the confession ofneed she’s tried so hard to hide.She needs this, but more than that, she wants this.
Remembering the terrain of this heaven well, my hands travel up her thighs to the hills and valleys of her stomach, then breasts, where I slowly undo the simple leather corset around her waist while kissing along the cleavage that’s begging for my attention.
“We can’t just fuck our problems away,” she argues flimsily with lust in her eyes.
“We should try, just so we can rule it out as a solution. Don’t you think?” I don’t wait for an answer. In a singular motion, I tear the vee of her sweater deeper, exposing the sheer lace of her bra and the spiderweb tattoos that cover each breast. The mere sight of the symbol, the one that calls back to the first nickname I ever gave to her,Little Spider, fractures all of my restraint as I tease her nipple through the wet fabric. Despite the frigid chill of her clothing, the warmth of her hand at the base of my neck encourages me.
“Oh god.” She arches into my mouth.
“A god could never offer the devotion I do,” I swear across her skin as I turn my attention to the other breast. This time, I peel down the lace, needing my mouth directly on her skin, eager to strip away any barriers left between us. I know it’ll take more than this, that I’m going to have to work to peel back all of the protective walls she’s built up, but I’m more than happy to start here.
“You’re right,” she concedes as she writhes against me, saying so much with so few words.
Forcing myself between her legs, I tug her top down and remove her bra, my fingers capturing her glistening nipples. Gray light slips between the panels of amber-stained glass, casting her in a soft glow as she tosses her head back. My darkgoddess is soaking in the worship I offer with my mouth. “Fuck. How have you become even more beautiful?”
Her hushed moan in response calls to the famished man that’s been trapped inside of me, waiting for her return.
“Don’t you dare try to be quiet, Nightingale.” Taking a sensitive peak between my teeth, I don’t give her a choice. Sol groans, her hips rising as she tries to force more of herself into my mouth. This was always her favorite foreplay. Even a featherlight touch could have her levitating and contorting, a pretty embodiment of pleasure possessing her.
“Thorne,” she pleads for mercy.
I don’t relent. Instead, I suck harder, laving her with the attention of my tongue. My fingers dig into her thighs that overflow from my grasp.
“Thorne,” she gasps again as her fingers work quickly to undo the few buttons at the bottom of my shirt. Soft hands roam across the muscular plane of my lower stomach and up my chest, the needy exploration setting my skin ablaze.
“I need to taste you.” I skim my teeth over her throat, mouth watering. “Need to remind you that this pussy is mine.” The ghost of my heart stutters to the pace of her uneven breathing. Dragging her to the edge, I drop to my knees and hike up the long satin skirt she’s wearing, then press my nose to the front of her panties. “Fuck, I wish I could bottle the scent of you and bathe in it.” With a mind of its own, my tongue edges the side of her underwear while I inhale deeply. “Has this pussy missed me?”
Her only answer is the tilt of her hips.
“That’s it, speak with your body. I don’t need your words; I understand just fine, always have.”
One hand gripping her knee and the other diving between her legs to pull that thin piece of fabric to the side, I run my tongue over her sensitive flesh.
Sol grabs at my shoulders as her body jolts with surprise.
“Hold on, baby.” It’s the only warning I give before my tongue splits her and traces her wet center. “All this for me and you’re trying to pretend like this is something you could walk away from again? You never were very good at hiding things from me. But this? This you’ll never keep from me.” Pointedly, I plunge into her, and she buckles forward, cradling my head against her stomach.
I get comfortable in the soft warmth of her skin.
We’re playing a unique game of truth or dare. Her daring me to push her over the edge. Me trying to force the truth of her desire from her. She doesn’t stand a chance as I suck and tongue fuck her pretty pussy.
“Come on, let go. Open up to me. You’re safe now. You can enjoy it.”
A quiet moan slips between her lips—a mix of reluctance and relief.
“Such a beautiful sound. It’s been the soundtrack to my dreams for so long. Can’t you give me a few more?”
“Don’t stop,” she whispers, and I comply, capturing her clit between my lips. Those delicious thighs tighten around me; an anaconda I’d gladly feed. Encouraging her with a stroking tongue, I coax her closer to the orgasm she attempts to deny with her tense muscles and tight lips.
