Page 78 of Frost and Death
His words run straight to my pussy, wetness forming between my legs.
My center is free from my dressing robe, the open air cold, enticing my desire more.
Niko watches me as I rub my hand up the column of my legs, down to my apex.
I moan with delight, imagining Niko’s touch.
“Good,” he says with a lift of his lips. “Now pleasure yourself.”
I insert one finger and gasp, my chest tightening. When my head lowers, I gaze at Niko watching me, studying me. I bite my lips again underneath that hooded stare.
Power creeps along my spine. But not my magic. A different sense of power. One that has me wishing, wanting, needing to please him as he pleases me. It leaves me hungry for more, and I rub my clit.
Niko moves his hands faster than I can follow, the length of him popping out from his trousers as he lowers them to his knees. His shirt covers his cock temporarily, but he lifts it over his head with one hand, intent on keeping one wrapped around his hardness.
My mouth waters at the sight of him shirtless and broad. Muscles curved and shaped into perfection, with hair covering his chest and down his toned stomach and even further.
Pleasure oozes from me when Niko licks his lips, twisting his cock in his hands as he pumps himself.
“Fuck, I want to taste you,” I moan.
His shoulders tense, leaning into the mirror for support as his head falls down. His red hair covers his face, but I pay no attention to it, my eyes refusing to vacate his nakedness.
All for me.
I shudder in pleasure, my own arousal thick at the thought of being on my knees for him.
“My cock wants it just like this.” Niko shows me the movement, his eyes meeting mine as he adds, “And then you can suck me dry.”
I nod, committing the lesson to memory. “Yes, I can do that.”
“Pinch your nipples,” he commands.
I do as he instructs, closing my eyes and reclining against the chair, my head falling back.
Lust coats his entire face, driving him to buck his hips. “Fuck,” he groans as his hand remains wrapped around his cock.
I pinch my nipple harder, my hips bucking.
“Yes,” Niko breathes heavily, the sound of my wetness the only thing filling the room.
Niko grunts, but I am too preoccupied with grinding harder into the lounge chair.
“Are you close yet?” Niko asks through the sound of his own pleasure filling my ears.
I struggle for words as I insert another finger, moving my hand from my breast to rub my clit as I pump my other in and out of my pussy.
“Mm-hmm,” I hum, concentrating on myself.
I open my eyes, catching Niko’s ragged, distraught breathing. But his strokes match my own hands.
Niko bites his lip, and I stutter through my own buildup, my stomach muscles tightening.
“Fuck,” Niko growls, eyes shutting.
Seeing him getting there keeps me going.
“Yes,” I pant, watching him struggle to remain upright.
