Page 93 of Light As A Feather
Watching them together makes the yawning ache for Sol widen. I just want us to be able to live this peacefully once and for all.
“I really appreciate your help, but like I said, time is of the essence.” I stand and give Becca a quick hug—thankful that Stasi doesn’t watch me like I’m some kind of potential pervert anymore. They’re like younger sisters to me. All I want is to watch out for them and help protect this rare thing they’ve coveted. They’ve suffered way more than they ever should have in their short lives. It’s really the least I can do with my gift.
“Hawthorne,” Stasi says hesitantly as she stands too. “If you really want to ensure this sticks, make sure you keep the body somewhere safe.” She squeezes my arm. “You deserve your happy ending too.” Probably the closest thing to genuine care she’s ever shown me.
“Thank you.” Holding up the paper, I wave a quick goodbye.
“Sure. Also, remember that I’m dead, so like, I can’t be held liable if this goes terribly wrong.” She shrugs. “But I really hope it doesn’t.”
Very reassuring.
“You better come back next month; you owe us that story,” Becca chimes in as I close the door quietly behind me.
“Promise.”
When I get back to my car, I take a picture of the spell with my phone and put the original in the glove box for safekeeping. Taking a deep breath, I lean back in my seat, giving myself a second to process everything we talked about.
Can I truly kill someone?I ask myself again, like it’ll change the answer, like I’ll have some moral crisis.
But of course, it’s a yes. The resounding, easy answer should shock me,concernme. But the only thing I care about is setting Sol free. All that matters is her happiness, her safety.
With that reassurance, I continue to the hotel I reserved and check in for the night. My eyes are heavy when I finally get to my room. Throwing my bag on the desk, I grab my toiletries and quickly take a shower.
Finding the second half of this whole binding equation is going to have to wait until tomorrow. No matter what, I’m returning to her with a real solution.
That reassurance helps me drift off into a guilt-free sleep. As if in approval, Sol is there waiting for me just like old times.
“I miss you,” she admits as she crawls on top of me, gloriously naked. She takes a seat on my hips, leaving noquestion that she’s dripping fucking wet already. “I can’t stop thinking about you. All alone in your bed.” Sol twists her nipples between her fingers and rolls her hips back, teasing my aching dick with her perfect ass.
“Fuck, I miss you too.” I drag my hands up her thighs, appreciating their thickness and every dimple as I explore her. “Let me show you how much.” Taking her hands in mine, I help her position her pussy over my face. Sol grabs onto the headboard but doesn’t bother hovering. She already knows I want to drown in her. “So good for me,” I praise, then take my first lick.
Like a man starved, it just takes one for me to grow ravenous; I eat her without restraint, grateful for the memory of her taste…I’d hate to lose out on that just because it’s a dream.
“Yes, right there.” Sol doesn’t hold back as she grinds down on my mouth, chasing every bit of pleasure she can get.
Wrapping my arms around her, I pin her to me, using my mouth and her greedy hips to send her spiraling toward an orgasm. Plunging my tongue inside her, I don’t miss a single clenching spasm.
Taking advantage of every sleeping moment I have with her, I don’t even bother letting her catch her breath before I roll us over and notch my tip at her entrance. When she meets my gaze, I slam into her.
Her answering moan is all I need to know.
“What have I done to you, huh?” I pull out and thrust into her again as deep as I can, my hips flush to her thick thighs. “I’ve turned you into such a slutty little mess you can’t even go one night without me inside this needy cunt. Can you?”
“No. I can’t.”
“We have so much time to make up for.” I lean down and catch her nipple in my mouth, sucking as I make a fun game out of trying to trace the spider web with my tongue.
“Don’t stop,” Sol arches toward me as her hand slips up the nape of my neck into my hair like she can trap me there. I’d never tell my girl no. Turning my attention to the other, I tease her until she’s writhing beneath me, whimpering and thrusting her hips, begging for more.
Releasing her with a pop, I admire the string of spit that keeps us tethered for several seconds before it breaks and drizzles across her stomach. I’ve always loved that she’s not averse to being a little messy.
“I just want to feel you.” With her hands on her knees, her thighs fall open, spreading her wider. “I just want a reminder that you’re really mine.”
“You know I am.” Kissing her, I bring my thumb to her clit to gently toy with it. “I’m going to fuck you, Nightingale. But first, I want something from you.”
“What?” she gasps as I press down on her inner thighs, stretching her further. A flood of arousal drips from her as we both watch.So fucking responsive. So fucking perfect.“Tell me, how many nights did you stay up aching for me, riding those sweet little fingers that could never fill you quite like I do?”
“Too many,” she moans as I slide two fingers along my shaft and inside her. Her legs shake against me.
