Page 21 of Ace of Swords

To take apart the magician's toys until I found the dove.

She's my dove. My prize.

I slid her shirt off her shoulder. My lips made a pattern across her skin, each tender press of my mouth a precise inch from the last. A deep, crimson bruise marked her glossy skin—I'd been right, Ihadleft a mark when I came before. That memory sent a rush of blood to my dick, but I was determined to take this slow. Every move, every decision I made was going to be for Tatiana’s pleasure.

I tossed her shirt onto the chair in the corner of my room. She wore a simple white bra underneath; not the type of bra you’d choose if you were planning on seducing someone. Before I unhooked her bra, I leaned into her ear and whispered, “Are you okay?”

She nodded in reply. All of her coy smugness had evaporated, like she was weighed down by the reality of what we were finally doing. The flush across her upper-chest betrayed her excitement. As still as she was being, she wasn't calm.

With her bra gone, I took her breasts in my hands, softly massaging them, warming her up for more. Her nipples reacted under my hands, the areolas pebbling and the peaks beginning to stand at attention.

She’d stepped back into me and now her body was flush against mine. I reached over to the windowsill and plucked an ice cube from the glass. I trailed it down her neck, licking the droplets of water as I went. I slid the ice under her breast, tracing its swell, watching the tiny bumps rise on her wet skin. Her nipples turned a darker shade of pink by the time the ice had all melted.

“You're so beautiful,” I murmured.

Tatiana bit her bottom lip, blushing furiously. “So you've said.”

“I mean it.” I turned her face to mine, laying the softest kiss on her mouth, lightly pushing my tongue between her lips. Searching her eyes intensely, I tried to read her the way she'd read the tarot cards so many nights ago. “You're amazing. Every part of you more gorgeous than the last.”

Her breath sucked in before she kissed me—pure sensuality oozed from her every pore. She reached for the buttons on my shirt and opened them, one by one, sliding it off my body. “Fuck,” I groaned, eager for her to strip me completely.

She traced the lines of my pecs, drug her fingernails up over my sternum, then caressed the swath of skin just above my pants, somewhat dipping below the waistband. This drew both of our attentions to my erection. I loved that she wanted to touch my body the way I wanted to touch hers.

Gripping her skirt, I tugged the stiff denim down her hips until it crumpled around her feet. Now she was naked except for a pair of scant panties. Her heavy scent drowned my senses, made my eyes flutter, my cock flex. Growling, I spun her around and walked her backwards until her knees hit my bed.

I was determined to take this slow, but I needed to see more of her, explore her. A gentle push was all it took to lay her flat on my mattress. If she was beautiful before, she was a piece of art, now. Tatiana sprawled out with her hair in waves around her head. The smoldering energy in her eyes drew me to her, made me aware of her parted lips, her heaving breasts, her shifting hips and long legs. Her navel was a perfect indent that I knew I had to kiss.

Propping my hands onto the bed, I hovered over her. I stole a single kiss before sliding down, our skin hovering an inch apart, our bodies never grazing. I stopped at the flat plane of her stomach, just above her mound covered in white lace. Heat emanated from her panties.

The sweet and sexy scent of her pussy tickled my nose and urged me on. I crooked a finger under her panties and she lifted her hips to allow me to peel them down over her thighs. When I got down to her ankles and took them off completely, I started the return trip, kissing over her smooth calves until I reached her hips. My hand led the way, applying light pressure between her thighs, hoping she would open her legs and show me her beautiful pussy. She drew up her leg, bending it at the knee, revealing her shaved mound and her cleft already glistening with arousal. I inhaled deeply, savoring the moment, though I was dying to stick my tongue inside her.

For the first time I had the freedom to explore her. We were really alone, without party guests stirring in the background or busy shop attendants interrupting us. And though I was still certain this was a terrible idea, I’d realized it was inevitable. I had to have Tatiana, no matter the cost.

My patience was greater than hers. I felt her fingers tangling in my hair, giving me a firm nudge towards her cunt. I rubbed my lips up and down her labia, softly announcing my presence. I dusted her pussy with feather light kisses. Tatiana whimpered while I licked her crease, never touching her clit. I made this pass several times until her clitoris was so swollen it looked painful. She had the perfect pussy, and it eagerly responded to my every touch.

The flavor of her juices was intoxicating. I was dizzy from what we were doing; drunk onher.“Rolland, please,” she sobbed. “More. I need more, I'm going crazy.” Her hips lifted off the bed. Patiently, I inserted a single finger inside her. Tatiana was slippery and burning hot; I went in to the knuckle quickly. “Ah! Oh my god, oh my god.”

She bore down on my hand and the rest of my finger slid into her tight, virgin pussy. Was I the first thing ever to touch her here? Any control I had evaporated; as I withdrew my finger, and thrust it in again, I flattened my tongue over her clit. I spread her open with two fingers and dove in, lapping her dripping hole, then her ass, even though that last part made her startle. But I needed to eat every part of her, it was compulsive.

With my mouth suckling her throbbing clit, I pumped my finger inside her. Her nails were digging into my scalp, and her knee dropped to the side. She was so damn tight. I had to take my time before I could fuck her.

I licked her engorged nub in tight circles, bringing her to the edge of orgasm and then backing off again. She was moaning like she was in heat. The power of controlling her orgasm was keeping my cock perpetually solid; it pulsed against my inner thigh.

I introduced a second finger, pumping slowly, stretching her out and getting her ready for me. My tongue massaged her clit in random motions, keeping her guessing. I could tell she was getting frustrated by the way she kept grabbing my hair and shifting her hips, so I hooked my fingers inside her, up toward her belly button, reaching the spot that I knew would drive her wild.

I started stroking the bumpy ridge there, and she bolted up, supporting herself on her elbows. Looking up at her, I saw her face contort, the flush from her chest had crept up to her face and her eyes were shut tightly. I couldn't wait any longer to watch her come, so I started a steady rhythm with my tongue on her clit, stroking in and out of her pussy, my fingers thoroughly drenched with her arousal.

“Don’t stop, don’t stop,” she whimpered, her hand holding my head firmly between her legs. And I didn’t stop. My eyes cast upward and locked on her face; I was going to sear this moment into my brain.

The orgasm crashed through her, washing over her body from her thrashing head down to her flexing toes. Her tits thrust forward and her nipples were darker than I’d ever seen them. Liquid lust flowed over my tongue as her pussy contracted around my fingers. She shuddered and collapsed back on the bed with a sigh. I gave her a few more small licks across her clit, until she jerked, too sensitive for contact.

I crawled up the bed and lay by her side, tracing a finger across her chest. “That was the hottest thing I've ever seen,” I said seriously, smoothing some damp hair away from her forehead.

She offered a shy smile. “I can tell.” Her eyes flicked to my tented pants. Before I replied she leaned in, kissing me, tasting herself on my tongue. We kissed like that for a while, lazily and slow. I wasn’t sure what would happen next; she looked so sated. I was convincing myself that it had been enough to make her come so hard, to watch her lose herself to me, and that if it didn’t go further, that was okay. But then I felt her hand reaching for my cock and I realized that was all bullshit.

I wanted to be balls deep in this girl.

She shimmied down my body, stopping at my hip. In a mere moment she'd yanked my pants and boxers to my knees. Her nails scraped through my pubic hair, then dragged down to my balls. She rolled them between her fingers a few times before she licked me; a single, teasing stroke across the underside of my dick. She licked me again, like a fucking lollipop, and I was grabbing at the blanket beneath me, trying to stop myself from thrusting into her mouth.

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