Page 25 of Light As A Feather
Our.How could it be possible that he knows with such certainty?
“Did you think I wasn’t aware? That I wouldn’t know your touch anywhere—even through the astral plane, even when I’m not quite conscious?” He slips his leg between my thighs, adding pressure as he lifts his heel. “Do you have any idea how fucking hot it is to know that you needed me so desperately that youwere willing to come to me in your sleep.” The words trail off in a groan. “So many nights, you taunted me with what I wanted most, just out of reach. Riding me so fast and hard, running from everything that haunts you. That was cruel, my love.”
A gasp escapes me as he hoists me around his waist. “Wait,” I object, but he continues walking us toward the wall until my back presses into the tiles.
“Don’t worry, I’ll never drop you, Nightingale.” My thighs squeeze appreciatively in response. “Admit it; that was cruel of you.”
“I didn’t know you’d be aware.” My voice shakes. With me at this height, the head of his dick grazes my center, so he takes advantage, thrusting his hips forward.
“You thought you’d come visit me and I wouldn’t know? You thought you could ride me for your pleasure, and I wouldn’t feel that pussy wrapped around me, draining me greedily?” Hetsks. “I’m more attuned to your presence than my own body.”
“I’ll make it up to you. Put it inside me. Let me fuck you like this.” I try to move, but his hold firms.
“Youaregoing to make it up to me. But I’m calling the shots. I’m going to use you to relieve the ache that’s had me in a vise grip since you left.”
My stomach drops when he lets go, but my feet meet the short bench I didn’t notice beneath me.
“Let me get down.” I try to maneuver around him, but he cages me against the wall.
“I said I wouldn’t let you fall.”
“This isn’t going to hold me.”
He huffs, as if insulted by my lack of faith in the furniture. “This bench can hold up to four-hundred-and-fifty pounds. Did you think I’d have a single thing in our home made that wouldn’t accommodate you?” Taking my chin between my fingers, he tiltsmy head up. “The rest of the world might not revolve around you, but mine does. Never forget that, Nightingale.”
It's things like that, those little confessions of devotion, that make him irresistible, my need doubling as I hold his gaze and see nothing but complete and utter reverence.
I’m not as good with words as he is, but there are other ways to show my appreciation. Sinking to my knees, I hold his gaze as I wrap my fist around his dick. Wrapping one hand around the back of his thigh, I bring him closer to my face.
“Fuuuuck,” he sighs as I give him a teasing lick, the slippery warmth of my tongue caressing his balls and then up his shaft.
Lacing his fingers through my hair, he tugs my head back. “Stick out your tongue.” Eager for his direction, I do it without hesitation. My mouth waters as he takes his dick in hand and lets the precum drip onto my waiting tongue. It gathers there, pooling as I resist swallowing, savoring the taste of him. “God, I’ve missed that sight. You look so pretty on your knees.”
My skin heats under the praise.
“Swallow for me.”
Finally, my mouth closes and I swallow, my eyes fluttering closed in satisfaction.
“How does it taste?”
“Delicious. More, please.” I stick my tongue back out expectantly.
“Good, because I’m going to fuck your throat and then paint your face with my cum. Remind you who you belong to.” I nod vigorously, and he plunges into me. Jerking his hips forward, he picks up the pace, the punishment only beginning. I relish every harsh thrust, digging my nails into his ass, urging him to continue. “Feel how full that throat is?” He strokes his thumb along it. “Such a perfect fit. This mouth was molded just for my dick.”
I hum my agreement and then hollow my cheeks, sucking him harder, trying to force him to come.
It has the opposite effect as he slows his hips to a halt.
“I decide when I come. You don’t get a say.” When the tension ebbs, he rocks forward, building a steady pace, bringing my face closer and closer to the base, making me take every inch we both know I’m capable of. My gag vibrates around him, and he groans appreciatively, stroking my hair. “That’s it, baby. You’ve got this. You’re taking me so well.”
With every bob of my head, my dark plum lipstick smudges up and down his slightly curved length. A sight I never want to forget.
Our eyes meet, the same thought passing between us.
“Put a kiss right there for me.” He points to a spot near the base.
Sliding him from my mouth, I instantly miss the hardness of him, but I comply, pressing a firm kiss to the spot of his choosing. I waste no time taking him back into my throat.
