Page 99 of The Madman and his broken Princess
My heart swelled with love. I sank down and wrapped my arms around Nestore.
“I’m covered in blood, dove,” he rasped.
“I don’t care.” I held him tighter. I breathed in his very own spicy, musky scent, which mixed with the metallic tang of blood. It was a familiar scent. One I didn’t fear or abhor.
I hooked my arms around his neck and pulled him down for another kiss. He breathed raggedly, his eyes full of longing and need.
I pushed to my feet and held out my hand. “Come.”
He put his hand in mine and stood, then followed me inside. We didn’t speak. I led him into our bathroom and turned on the water in the shower. Nestore helped me out of his coat and my now blood-smeared clothes. Then we stepped into the shower together. He had a gash below his rib that I only noticed now that the water washed away the dried blood.
We helped each other clean, then towel dried before I led Nestore toward our bed. He put down the bone crown on the nightstand, then I made him stretch out on top of the covers. My eyes took in his muscled body, the many scars that only made him more attractive to me.
This was the first time we’d be intimate since I knew he was as much mine as I was. I wanted to appreciate every inch of him as he always did me. I climbed on the bed and kissed his cheek, then his chest, swiping my tongue over his nipple before I moved lower, allowing my lips to gently skim his scars. His breathing deepened as I trailed down his six-pack to his pelvis. His cock was slowly hardening, and my own body responded with need atthe sight. But I wanted us to go slow today. I wanted us to really worship each other.
I curled my fingers around his length, then swirled my tongue around its tip. I cast my eyes up when I sucked the head into my mouth. Nestore watched me in rapt attention, his expression twisting with lust and appreciation. He cupped my head, but not to steer my movement. The touch was gentle. I knew it wouldn’t always be like this, and I didn’t want it to be. I wanted to be dominated and ravaged, but now and then, I also wanted us to make love.
I sucked him deeper into my mouth, taking my time, enjoying the saltiness in my mouth and the way his stomach hollowed when his tip hit the back of my throat. I didn’t go further. Instead, I established a slow rhythm of him gliding in and out of my mouth while my tongue teased his tip.
“I need you,” Nestore murmured.
I drew back and slid a hand between my legs to test my readiness. I was slick from giving him head.
Nestore grabbed my hand and pulled it away. “Let me taste you first.”
I nodded. He tugged me toward his face, gripped my hips, and helped me position myself above his head. I gripped the headrest, suddenly shy.
Nestore didn’t pull me down. He didn’t dominate this time. “Take from me what you need.”
I swallowed thickly, my clit swelling with need. I released a deep breath and slowly lowered my hips until my pussy touched Nestore’s lips. They parted, and his tongue darted out. I threw my head back, my fingers clenching as he sucked my clit. Then he stopped, and he nudged me with the tip of his tongue invitingly. “Take your pleasure. Tonight I’m at your mercy, dove. Ride my tongue.”
I lowered my hands to his head and cupped his sides, then I began to move my pelvis back and forth so his tongue slid over the length of my pussy. I kept his head steady as I ground myself against his tongue and lips. He watched me with rapt attention and so much adoration that my heart threatened to explode with love. My clit throbbed with every brush of his tongue, but it wasn’t enough. I needed more. “I need your fingers,” I pressed out.
Nestore’s palms ghosted down my back over the curve of my ass, and then he slid one of them between my legs and entered me with two fingers. I rotated my hips, driving his fingers deeply into me and pressing my clit against his tongue.
I was close, so very close. His thumb pushed into my back entrance, and I exploded on top of him, crying out his name.
I trembled on top of him, overwhelmed and sated. When the sensations became too much, I lifted my hips. He slid his fingers out of me but kept caressing me with his tongue. His eyes locked on mine as he kissed my pussy.
I licked my lips. His eyes darkened with his own need. I lifted myself higher, then I slid down his body. His chin and cheeks glistened with my release, and his lips were swollen from giving me pleasure. I flushed even as the sight turned me on. I reached behind myself and gripped his cock. It was hot and hard. My lips fell open when I slid his thick tip into my pussy. His size was always uncomfortable at first, but then it made me sore in the best way possible.
I lowered myself all the way down his cock until my pussy pressed against his pelvis. Then I straightened and simply basked in the sensation of being filled with Nestore’s cock. Nestore reached for the bone crown and then held it out to me.
I took it and put it on my head, then began to move my hips slowly. Every time my pussy ground down against his pelvis, sparks filled my body. His tip hit a spot deep in my channel thatcurled my toes. The pleasure was deeper, more lasting, and I couldn’t get enough of it. Nestore gripped my hips, then slowly slid up until he cupped my breasts. His fingers pinched my nipples, then twirled them gently between his pads.
I moaned and clenched around him, causing him to toss his head back and let out a low moan in turn. I smiled. My pleasure built up, even if I didn’t speed up. Nestore’s fingers twitched against my breasts, and his breathing turned raspy.
“I want us to come together,” I whispered.
“Then let loose. I’m ready when you are.”
I lifted myself all the way up until only his tip remained in me, then slammed down and rode him in an erratic, needy pace. Pleasure rippled from my core through every inch of my body until I fell back. Nestore’s hands caught me around the waist, and he took over, driving his cock up into me through my release. His own orgasm erupted deep inside me, making me shudder with another release. The slapping sound of Nestore’s pelvis hitting my pussy subsided as he slowed. I sagged forward and pressed my face into the crook of his neck, feeling his last twitches in my channel before he softened.
Nestore kissed my temple and stroked his palm over the scars on my back.
“Everything I endured was worth it because it brought me here.”
I nodded. “I love you.”
